12/14/2025
The Raven Queen
Her Arrival in the Soulwood
She does not enter with noise.
She arrives the way dusk arrives—quiet, inevitable, changing the colour of everything she touches.
Where the Wyrdwood Sage is the deep-rooted elder of earth-breath and bone-memory,
the Raven Queen is the sky-shadowed Sovereign of Thresholds— she who stands where endings loosen and beginnings take their first breath.
They say the forest knows her by footfall alone.
They say the ravens soften their voices when she passes.They say the ancestors lean closer,
for she is the one who remembers what was forgotten before forgetting had a name.
Her crown is wrought from the pale branches of winter trees and the golden flare of dying suns.
Her eyes carry the long memory of women who once spoke to storms.
Her cloak is stitched with night-wings and Theban sigils, each mark a remembrance of an older language, a tongue spoken by bone, wind, and shadow.
She comes not to rule—
but to wake.
To wake the hidden fire in those who have grown quiet.
To wake the fierce seeing that lives beneath grief.
To wake the traveller who stands at a crossroads and whispers,
“Show me the path that is mine.”
The Sage opened the root.
The Raven Queen opens the sky.
Together they form the first arc of the Soulwood Chronicles—
the root and the wing,
the earth and the dark feathered horizon,
the elder and the queen of shadows.
Today, she steps forward.
To follow....
her lore,
her symbols,
her teachings.
Welcome to the reign of the Raven Queen.
Welcome to the winged path.