About me: **UNDER CONSTRUCTION AT THIS MOMENT**
She is the Celtic Goddess of War, the Morrigu, Phantom Queen.
She has always had a love, hate relationship with those she calls family, but none more than her own flesh and blood that she brought forth to ravage the land and make her proud.
But the fact he was also Loki's son, a man she despised with all her being for taking a young girl and bedding her, she would never forget the hate that festers up within her for it and being immortal it is a wound she carries forever.
Now she stands upon this land called Earth, being brought forth from the bond her son had cursed her to for centuries now, she was free, free now to find him, but where was he?
Morrigan has befriended a youngster who knows the area and is also showing her the ropes.
This age in time is confusing her more and more, soon she comes across her grandson, and his bride Miri. She finds out that they do not know of her son's whereabouts, but reading her grandsons mind, she is able to get a clue, a small one, but she'll take anything at this point. Soon she was off again, only to come to a dead end and flee these people wishing to chase her. This is not what she thought would be happening while looking for her son, but she is after all the Goddess of War and will do whatever it takes to get what she wants.
She is not afraid of death, for men have tried, but all failed, including her son.
As she fought Zipporah felt something tug her backward by the hair and then heard a woman's voice in her ear. Already battle crazed and unaware of her magical power building inside the storms picked up around raindrops growing thick and landing like rocks as the thunder rolled and the lightening striking all around her. Completely out of her mind by battle she lashed out melding the elements or water, fire and earth together and hit group of soldiers coming straight forward.
Suddenly a glow appeared around her forming barriers of protection of power around her. Something more was going on. She had no true idea of her identity nor did she know of her ancestors. As she was about to lash out again another vision came to her of the same woman before battling the enemy and ravens appearing. IN the background of the vision she could see a man walking through the feild and easily taking lives. She didn't understand why these visions were coming to her or why she felt like she knew the woman and man. All she knew was she could sense both of their power.
Letting lose another battle cry that was louder then before and more fierce she spun around embuing her sword with magic sliced through a soldier, not realizing that he was a friend and not the foe. The thrill of of battle completely took over and she laughed a shill cold laugh as she stood there her eye glowing a deep violet and the wind blowing through her hair as she lashed out with sowrd and magic making short work of all those around her. Slowly her fate and desitny was beginning to come forth.
Would she be able to handle the truth of who she truly was? Would her son be protected?
Hearing a second war cry Zipporah said "I call upon the Morrigan, Goddess of war and come with me. Guide me through the narrow channels and over the land to exact revenge on those who dare encrouch and decimate my family and kins people." LIttle did Zipporah know that all of her life had lead up to a moment where her true destiny and true fate would collide with something so much more meaning.
As she ran forth she reached into her extensive memories and threw up a protective speel around her two year old son to protect him and keep hidden from those who sought to harm him. Feeling a storm course through her as ran into war she felt like she was being propelled in a direction of power. SInce a young age she had known she was different, she had been drawn to druidism from the age of three. But when she hit the age of 10 she had snuck off behind her clans men saw her first war. She had been amazed att he techniques and ways of the fighting. Since then she had secretly trained herself in the ways of war. She had days training herself in archery and sword fighting sometimes training well into the night until she collasped from utter exhaustion. When she had been 18 she had disguised herself and enter her first battle letting the thrill of fighting flow through her veins and give her a lightness that was indescribable.
Hearing the distant clang of sowrd against sword she sped forth and entered the battle drawing her dagger and viciously attacking the enemy. Drowning out the sounds of everything around her vision tunneled out and she focused on nothing and everything at once. Once again a blood currdling bone chilling war cry left her mouth as the lightening flashed violently and thunrder crashed causing the ground around to shiver from its sound. All the mattered was that she protect those who had been her life since before she could remember.
As she fought flashes of an earlier battle entered her head. A woman with jet black hair fighting and a raven visciously pecking out the eyes of the enemy. She wasn't sure what these visions were who the woman in them were but she didn't care about that. The fighting woman in the flashes was fighting just like in a similar feild.
It had been a long time since his eyes were treated to her beauty. Parted by fate, his days were spent in emptiness. Without his Queen, there was a void within him that could not be filled even with a thousand souls. He often cursed whatever being that supposedly dictated the fate we're all bestowed with. As the centuries passed, even he started to believe that karma had caught up with him, his punishment, losing his beloved. The only thing that mattered to him, the only thing that could melt this cold dead soul to his core. Then he heard her call, felt her presence, and tasted her scent. It had been centuries since he's felt, no pun intended, alive. When his eyes were treated with the sight of his Morrigan a blood tear streamed done his chiseled face. *Morrigan* he said to himself. Looking around he used all his powers to sense around making sure this was not some diabolical plan hatched by his many enemies to trap him. Walking up towards her every fiber within his dead soul told him this was indeed her and not some sick trap.
"Morrigan, my Queen, my love, is it really you?"
She then turned around and without a word clashed her lips with his, and that was when he knew this was no trick, no trap, they were once again together. Again, no pun intended, but he said to himself..."Is this Heaven?"
In a time where war was all her people knew Zipporah spent her time the feilds near her family's home. As she was out tending the sheep on day she looked up and saw the daylight growing suddenly dark. As with most celts she knew of the war that was going on. Her family was in the process of preparing. She sighed and sent a prayer to War Goddess Morrigan for what she was about to do. She had spoken with just a few of her close friends about running away and joining the war. BUt now was her chance. Although she knew her mother and father would disapprove she wanted to do more to help her people and prove her strength.
All of her life Zipporah had been she had something special about her. SHe had yet to figure that out. One of her friend had gone as far as claim that she was somehow realted to the gods. Zipporah hadn't understand why her friend has said such a thing. As she felt the storm gathering though her veins started to tingle and a slight humming of energy shot through her knocking her to her knees and taking her breath. Never had something like this happened to her. She was terrified and excited at once. But she sinced her fate and distany was beginning to change. Taking a deep breath got to her feet and dropped the feed she had been carrying standing there looking up at the sky she deep a breath and released a mighty war scream as the heavens opened up and rain started falling in sheets.