I do not own Inu-Yasha or any of the characters from the show by Rumiko Takahashi. Also my legends of Avalon and Mona have been found out of the books The Forest House, and possibly if I get around to reading it Lady of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. I'm only saying this once. I don't own them; I just love them.

Lady of Ravens

The battle raged over the hills. Roman spatha swords clashed with the double bladed axes and broad swords of Celtic Brittany. It was yet another revolt led by the society of the Ravens, children of Mona. The darkest tales should never be forgotten, and the tale of the Isle of Mona is indeed a horrendous one.

Mona isle, just of the main land of Britannia Superior, was home of the great priestesses of the goddess. When the Romans invaded they found this isle of the most sacred. The priestesses who tried to defend the island with the druids chanted in their midnight blue gowns. The mists surrounded the island, flowing with the songs of the women. On the opposite side of the channel Roman soldiers shifted. The chanting scared them stiff. They had heard stories of the Celts who could summon weather and hold the land to do their bidding.

"Hurry up you Slugs! Don't be afraid, remember Mars is with us!" Yelled the captain. "Now, Forward!"

The Equalites plunged into the waters of the channel with their horses as those on foot merely swam, holding their swords above their heads. The channel being narrow was not deep and soon the Romans had almost reached the shores.

"My Goddess protect me!" whispered one of the priestesses as the Romans advanced.

"Lady, Keary! You must hurry away and hide!" Yelled a druid to her right. "Your magic is sacred to all! You are the goddesses representative on Earth! I beg you, run!"

Keary looked at the stars above her and sighed. As high priestess of Mona she had a responsibility to her fellow women, and she would protect them. Even if it meant calling upon the will of the goddess unbidden. "My lord Camden, I would be very grateful if you would stop telling me what to do and concentrated more on protecting my sisters!"

The Druid glared at her but sighed. He knew it was useless and so began to chant a song of power to the Merlin, a great spirit of wizardry. White surrounded him in a soft glow and his staff crystal pulsed with light. He stretched his arm and a bolt of light shot out at the first Roman to reach the shore. Camden smiled as the man screamed in agony then fell back into the waters. In all these years of peace he hadn't lost his touch on the war-craft. Of course with a partner in practice such as Keary, who far surpassed his skill, why wouldn't still be able to perform the art of death.

The Romans in the water all stopped as the scream echoed across the lake. One approached the fallen comrade, tuning the body over in the water. A large bleeding gash across the soldier's chest gave the Romans pause. No strike had been made… so how could this have happened. But there on the beach standing in front of the chanting women was a man glowing. Beside him stood a woman dressed in black, not the midnight blue of the others.

"Captain, maybe we shouldn't? Aren't these their vestals?" Called out the soldier.

"Get on and attack! These creatures are as impure as the worst whore!" With that the captain charged forward and splashed up the beach. Perhaps this wasn't the smartest thing he could think of, but it was fear that was driving him. With his sword stretched outward he pushed towards the pair standing where the rocks met the beach. The woman smiled at him, and quite suddenly his horse curved away. Pulling the reins back he charged again. The woman in blacks smile never wavered, the horse changed directions again. A chiming laughter reached his ears. "That horse is of this land, you will never get him to attack me!"

Captain Naraku stared at the woman then smirk. He dismounted his horse and cut it's throat; he was still grinning. His men came up behind him and charged at the couple. Naraku saw the woman's mouth move in a quick word. He was utterly confused when the man backed up behind her and was smiling sadly. What the bloody hell could a woman do? Especially against half a legion? Wouldn't a man wish to protect her? Ah well she was just in the way. He wanted the man, or the War mage as these Brits called them. He was a spirit with the powers of Cathudbodva, the lady of Ravens. As Roman, by nature Naraku believed that this was merely a bunch of children's stories. Still it was best to get rid of him now. Rushing forward with his men, Naraku watched in slow motion how the woman's hair rose as if it floated. Her eyes closed as her hand shot up to the barely visible moon.

"Melgo Bela Brexmi!" The woman yelled. Lightning shot down onto her lighting her up like a candle.

As his men rushed forward, a bolt that would come out of her hands individually struck them. "The war power is the woman?" Naraku muttered under his breath. The screams of his men shattered his thoughts. Naraku looked at the devastation around him, everywhere there were blood splatters and pieces of human flesh and organs mixing with the sand. This woman had done this, and now she stood there with a sad look, tears streaming down her face, smudging the blood on her cheek. How dare she have the gall to cry after what she had done to his men?

A priestess in blue scream as a child shoved past the women in blue, evaded the man, and gripped the woman in blacks robe. "Matir!"

The child looked around at the bloody mess that surrounded her, and he saw the demons eyes go black. She looked straight at him with those eyes and smiled. The little rat was an exact image of the older woman. Now he knew the war mages secret weakness. As his men fled, some back to the water, he ran at the child. His armour clanked, weighing him down, and the sand mad him strive to keep his balance. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

The woman screamed and grabbed the child from the sand. She passed the girl to the man, slipping something off her finger as well, and yelled something in the cursed tongue of the Celts. Naraku smiled as the child was hauled screaming away and his sword changed directions. The beautiful sound of slicing flesh and bone, along with a scream of agony gave him a quivering thrill. "Beautiful."

Keary heard the man whisper beautiful in Latin. She could feel the blade inside her, still slicing as he pulled it out. His smile was sickening to her. This creature would dare attack a home of the sacred women. His kind were all the sae, blood thirsty barbarians, with no room for the sacred powers a human could attain. As long as her child, her beautiful Kagome was safe, then she could die with no regrets. "Ande wo kāno…"

The blade was pushed into her body a second time. Blood came up the priestesses mouth as the Roman pulled the sword again from her body. "What do you have to say now woman? I'll get your little brat and maybe I'll kill her. That would be better then any life she would have alive. I would let my men take her, making her nothing more then a child prostitute, good for nothing but being a tight little relief for them."

Keary paled at the man and glared her disgust. How could a human so cruel exsist? At least Kagome was safe; he would never find her, not as long as she still lived. This thing as he was not enough to be called human would die sooner then her though. Using the last of her magic, Keary blasted the man into almost unconsciousness. "Bikulijā ande wo Kāno Kagome!"

Lunging forward, Keary placed her hand on the man's back and felt the burning leave from her fingers. She would make sure he would never forget this atrocity, His disrespect for not only her but also the life of a child. Around her was screaming as the other soldiers ran about chasing the women. Her sisters would never stand a chance against these men. Beside her a group of them grabbed Darren and pushed her down. Keary could only imagine her sister priestesses fate. Closing her eyes she saw her daughter all grown up, proud with the common family eyes. She was beautiful; hopefully her father would be able to see her safely away. Keary, High priestess of Mona, left the world to screams that shattered her heart. The last thing she ever though was of how it would be Kagome who would bring about the downfall of these people. She would be the next… Raven.

Camden

Camden stopped running when he heard her scream. Keary was dead, or dying. Nothing could be done now, other then her last wishes for her daughter's safety. The child was still screaming against his shoulder, his cloak was wet in the spot from her tears. "Kagome, you must stop and be silent!" Was his quick whisper.

"Matir." Was the only response other then her wails; and tears.

"Kagome, matir is okay. She is with the goddess now. You should be happy for her not sad. Remember it was your mother's duty to protect everyone. She knew what would happen. Not stop crying!"

Relief washed over him as his daughter stopped her bawling. Screams were still coming from the beach and he wished her was there fighting these beasts. But instead he held his daughter close and continued running towards the boats. Near him he could here someone else running. "Shit!"

Camden quickened his pace and preyed to the goddess that they could make it to the boats. There they were! Breaking through the trees, the druid gently placed his daughter in the boat and pushed the canoe out into the lake. A figure rushed out onto the rocks.

"My Lord! Kagome, wait!" Lady Keade strode calf deep into the cold waters. "I beg you, wait for me!"

Camden's eyes widened as the elderly woman continued to wade into the water wearing her priestesses robe. The thing would surely drown her. "Mother." He yelled.

Kaede was not actually his mother, but as an elder, she would be given the same respect, as his own mother would receive. Quickly he rowed back to the shore and helped the lady in. Great noises from the bushes alerted him of the soldiers approach and even Kaede tried to climb in faster. Her robes were weighing her down with water though

"This way men, I hear something in the water!"

With as much strength as was possible in the tipsy boat the druid was able to help the older woman in. Camden took up the ors and began rowing his family out of the treachery that had waded onto the isle.

"Stop them!" Splashes echoed again across the water as Romans jumped in after them. They're strong but heavy armour weighed them down just as Kaede's robes had done.

Kagome whimpered as she cuddled against Kaede. "Matir is gone!"

Kaede hugged the child and felt the girl's hand clenched around something. "She is not gone, she is simply with the goddess. And she lives on in you my little storm cloud. You will be taught the ways of the goddess someday as well. Keep that ring and remember your mother well. She was a power to be reckoned with."

Camden had closed his eyes. Power indeed. His love had been a war mage; even the druids couldn't come up against her. Perhaps it had been her power that had drawn him in. In his mind he could hear her screams. Each individual note that rose and fell in utter pain. He would never forgive the Romans, never would they ever be repentant enough. "Kagome!"

Kagome looked sadly up at her father, her deep blue eyes giving away fully where her heritage had come from. "Yes Tata?"

Camden's eyes were cold and in his tone was a simple curse. "You will destroy the Romans Kagome. For all they have done to us. You will use your powers to make them all pay. Their cruelty here will be nothing compared to yours, do you understand me?"

Kaede coughed in shock. "Camden, these powers were only meant for protection, defence!" The older lady's view was on him strictly. Did he know what he was even asking the child? The man was making brash decisions in his time of pain. Someday she would talk him out of this crazy idea of revenge.

"Then Lady Kaede, it is time for the Lady of Ravens to become the Lady of War. We shall no longer take this offence to our people and our priestesses. If you will agree to train Kagome you may stay with us."

Kagome had never seen her father this way. Normally he was a caring man who loved to hug her. "Tata? I promise Tata, that I won't forgive the Romans."

Bless the child! At seven years of age she had already begun learning the crafts of language, arrhythmic and the old knowledge. Her Matir had been this Lady of Ravens. And this child was smart enough to realise what had happened to her mother. Camden had introduced her early to death and battle; it was the only way to make sure she would never be hesitant in using her powers. "My little φetro," He unfolded his arms to her. "Come to your Tata."

Kagome flung herself into her father's arms. Kaede watched in despair as Camden stroked the hair of his daughter, cooing soft words to her. In his eyes she could see the redness of hatred as it slowly spread into his daughters aura. "Let us simply leave here quickly Camden. I don't feel safe, and my predictions are always right. As you well know."

When the middle-aged druid looked up at her she could see the red veins pulsed in his copper eyes. He stared at her smiling manically for but a moment before blinking. She knew what she had seen, even if now her tried to hide the demon within. His voice sliced through the air like a knife. "Of course Kaede."

Inside her head, Kaede frowned. He had not used the dignitary title that was hers by right of occupation on the isle. But she knew the secret that even Keary would not tell him. The only reason he had been allowed to show his love for her was because he had been named the year-king. For seven years he would reign, but now he was entering his 8th. The other druids would not take kindly to this. His death was ensured, and then the child would be free of him and his wickedness. Kaede had always warned Keary about the man. But now he had lost control almost completely. His magic rushed through his veins, as did the knowledge of his daughters powers. "That is 'Lady' Kaede, Camden. Do not forget that again."