Long, long ago, the path to the land of magic was walked on by men and fairies alike. Our peoples lived in silent agreement.
You worshipped us, and we protected you.
The soil was rich and offered more than enough to live for everybody.

Life was to every ones contentment.

Your worship gave us strength and power, a power you both feared and relied on. Our people was said to be easily angered. And once this anger was unleashed …

But we were not ungrateful. Whenever this country was threatened, we would raise the spirits of the land, we would join our forces with yours.

When your battle seemed already lost, we would swoop down on your enemies, and our cries would turn their hearts to ice. I myself would lead your armies to the battlefield, the Mistress of Ravens, and I would weep for those who never came back, a mother to all of them.

My voice, often compared to the black birds of Death, would indeed raise the ravens, and they darkened the sky behind you.
How well I remember the looks of unbelieving horror that filled your enemies eyes when they realised what they were dealing with. Their disbelief as they watched the sky turn from grey to black, hidden behind a waving sea of wings, above a mass of human bodies that flooded the field, clad, if at all, in nothing but a fur, the faces covered with blue patterns, the meaning of which they did not always understand, and the eyes wide with the madness that comes with slaughter.

Never were our peoples more alike than in the high of battle. Never were we closer than in those moments when we were taken away by the sensation of power that one only feels when lives are taken.

It is important, Child, that I tell you this before we begin our journey. We have only walked the path a few steps yet, and already it has shown you more than you could see in a lifetime, and more than you could understand in an eternity.

On one side lies the past, not always clear, often hidden behind lies. On the other side we might catch a glimpse at the future that keeps blinking out of the mist of time surrounding us. Each step takes us away to another time.

There was a time, when my people were still powerful, in which you could choose freely which way you wanted to walk this path. Now, as we are forgotten, condemned by my own son, there is only one direction: away, away from your world, straight into nowhere.

Your presence could be the key to the way back. You brought me back to the beginning of the path when I had already proceeded so far that I had almost reached this place we all dread so much: nowhere.

But I am getting lost in things you will learn later. It is dangerous to remain too long on this path without moving on. I have for now told you all you need to know. I have told you how our peoples used to join in battle. You already caught glimpses of the fights of the past.

Now let me show you the first time everything changed. Let me show you the first time foreign powers were brought to this land and remained.
Let me show you those who were the first ones to make our power crumble:

The Romans and their Gods.