Post by Storyteller on Feb 9, 2016 16:46:52 GMT
Born Branwyn the Blue, she was marked as different the day she was born. Blue eyes shone from her in a clan of brown eyed people, she was immediately sent to the local priestesses to be raised. Later through life she would be marked as strange in many other ways, from her ability to absorb any language, how she soaked up any knowledge given to her, and her rare occurrences of pre-cognition. She indeed saw the signs, had read the lore, and had seen the danger awaiting her brother that fateful day. When the her brother and the hunters refused to heed her warnings, she decided to go with them, in the hopes of saving them from the danger she forsaw. Death claimed her and her brother that day, but they did not die.
Now she is the Morrigan, death incarnate and a master of Magics she never dared to dream of. Trent and everything she knew was gone now. The town belonged to her and her brother, some of the pagan people now worshipping them instead of the river. She and her brother now brought life to the town...and death.
Now she is the Morrigan, death incarnate and a master of Magics she never dared to dream of. Trent and everything she knew was gone now. The town belonged to her and her brother, some of the pagan people now worshipping them instead of the river. She and her brother now brought life to the town...and death.