How Princess Dochia was turned to stone

This is one of the nicest legends I heard about the Dacian people. I heard it from a lodge keeper up in the mountains where I went hiking to find a pyramid shaped mountain, about which I will tell you later... I'll try to remember everything the old lady said... here we go...  

When the Romans came again to wage war upon the land, the Dacian king, Decebal caught word that the Roman Emperor Trajanus had set quads to capture his beautiful daughter, Dochia, to bring her to Rome and make her his personal slave.

So he called his daughter and told her to put on the simple clothes of a shepherdess, and to go hide away the mountain. So his daughter did, and rubbed dirt and ash on her cheeks, but her beauty still shone through the dirt.

With a flock of sheep she crossed the plains, and reached the mountain range when summer was at its peak. There the wolves brought her news of her father’s death, slain by his own hand rather than fall into the enemy’s hands. (I am going to do a short report about the mystical connection between the Dacian people and the Wolfs) And tears streaking down her face, she slowly started to climb the mountains towards the hidden caves. And the heat grew strong, so she started to cast away the heavy sheep-wool cloaks she was wearing.

But when she was half way up the mountain she heard noise made by the roman armor. She started to run up the mountain, casting aside all the things she was carrying with her, food, clothes and so on, but she was very tired and upset about the loss of her fahter and the lands of her people, she thought she was going to fall into the hands of the enemy and be taken to Rome forever.

With a last effort she fell on her knees and with a great voice she cried out to the Goddess Bendis, begging for help, so the last of the line of the Dacian kings wouldn’t get be the laughing stock of the Romans.

And out of the blue sky came a great wind, and a great blizzard, as it can hardly be seen in winter, definitely not in the heat of summer. And ice and snow blew on the mountain, and one couldn’t see a step ahead.

And when the blizzard died, the Romans couldn’t find more than a white rock, in the shape of a woman, surrounded by other small round white rocks. It was Dochia and her sheep, for the Goddess had heard her plea, and turned her and her flock to stone.

And even now, Dochia watches the lands from the mountain, surrounded by her sheep, and the tears of her sorrow weep in a clear spring running down the mountain slope.

As another legend says, Dochia had 9 coats she casted aside while running from the Romans and each year she appears to be haunting the hills and mountains of Transilvania bringing snowstorms and freezing winds between the 1st and 9th Of March.