Written by She comes before the battle, not after it. She does not wait for the dead. She announces them. A crow settling on a warrior’s shoulder before the first sword is drawn. A washerwoman at the ford, scrubbing the armor of those who will not survive the day. A beautiful woman on a red horse, watching from a hillside with eyes that have already counted the cost.
By the time you see the Morrigan, she has already seen you.
She is one of the oldest and most formidable presences in the Celtic tradition. A goddess whose name translates as Phantom Queen or Great Queen, whose triple nature encompasses war, death, prophecy, and the deep sovereignty of the land itself. She