With the Soul of a Raven

In the shadowed realm of the underworld, where the veil between the mortal world and the land of the dead grew thin, the ancient goddess Morrigan reigned supreme. Her name whispered in fear by those who knew of her power, she was the sovereign of war and death, her dominion vast and unyielding.

With dark feathers that shimmered like midnight and eyes that gleamed with the wisdom of ages, Morrigan's raven was her loyal companion. Through the chaos of battle and the silence of death, the raven soared, a harbinger of the goddess's will.

Among the mortals, there lived a queen whose bravery knew no bounds. Ravenna, her name etched in the annals of legend, ruled her people with a ferocity tempered by compassion. In times of strife, she stood as a beacon of hope, her sword held high in defense of her kingdom and kin.

The Morrigan, from her shadowed throne, watched with keen interest as Ravenna carved her path through the tumult of war. With each swing of her blade and each battle won, the queen's courage burned brighter, casting a brilliant light in the darkness of the goddess's realm.

Impressed by Ravenna's fearless honor and unwavering resolve, the Morrigan reached out with a hand cloaked in shadow. In a moment that bridged the realms of the living and the dead, she claimed the warrior queen's spirit as her own.

Transformed into one of the Morrigan's ravens, Ravenna soared alongside her newfound brethren, her wings beating with the rhythm of eternity. No longer bound by mortal flesh, she became a sentinel of the underworld, a guardian of the fallen who tread the path to the goddess's kingdom.

Through the endless expanse of time, the bond between the Morrigan and Ravenna grew stronger, forged in the crucible of battle and tempered by the fires of adversity. Together, they watched over the souls of warriors, guiding them to their final rest with a solemn reverence befitting their station.

And so, in the tapestry of fate, the tale of the warrior queen and the goddess of war became intertwined, their legacy woven into the fabric of eternity, a testament to the enduring power of courage and sacrifice.

Until the modern age... Morrigan Lent out her raven to "help" The Agency keep dangerous magical and human in check.