When Morrigan was born, there seemed to be an air of turmoil for his future. He was nearly dead upon his arrival into the world, it took all the nursemaids could to stir life into this little body. His mother did not die, but strangely his father did. No one understood why that day when Morrigan cried out with his first breath of air that his father drew his last.
Some had suspicions, but none would dare mention it to a greiving widow and mother. Melandra named him Morrigan and raised him as best she could on her own. It was not until Morrigan was nearly seven winters old that his mother took a new centaur for her husband. His name was Anthus and he tried what he could to be a father to the young boy, but somewhere in Morrigan's heart was a strange, dark seed of resentment - towards everything.
Melandra was a kind, loving, and gentle mother to him. Anthus was a brave, strong, and skilled archer from a long line of protectors and huntsmen. No one understood why in Morrigan's eyes there was the shade of things neither living or dead. It was as though his birth was supposed to have killed him, but cheating death threw the child into the middle ground like the River Styx that souls must cross to die or return to the living. Morrigan's soul seemed to stay on the ferryman's boat at all times even then.
When he learned of magic... his passion became insatiable.
