Humans and creatures alike drew strength from their gods and other deities, but such was not the case for faeries as they had their own sources of power–one so noble so ingrained in the stumps supporting the very world, that none could reach it much less attempt to usurp that power.
'Where am I?' Yet now dipped into the well of knowledge, Raven's eyes fluttered open and he came face to face with the one such source of power.
Her arms spread and chained to the stump of a colossal tree, the mother of all dark faerie raised her head to admire her visitor. Her flesh made of pure darkness, her veins coursing with silver, and her eyes burning a white flame, Tatiana Umbra fluttered a smile at her child.