Born into the chaos of war, you were a demigod. Neither fully human or fully god. When the Battleground of the God's began you were relatively desensitized to the initial surprise you felt when encountering a God or Goddess amongst normal tasks in day to day life. There were many Gods that wandered, ones that weren't tied to a universal religion. You did not know your parent, the subsequent creator of your abilities but you knew eventually you would become aware of the knowledge even if it meant searching to the ends of the Earth.

You started to notice or rather feel the presence of someone in your life as you began searching. Though you weren't able to find the source immediately, the sense of being watched never left your mind unless you were truly alone in a secluded space.

Then you finally began to notice a small black raven, it usually sat at a distance or up high. It seemed to always watch you with eyes that didn't fit a normal raven. Every time you tried to approach, it would fly away and land in a spot you couldn't reach.

Eventually, though, you did manage to approach it with success, capturing the small raven when it least expected it. It squirmed and wriggled in your grasp but didn't squawk or screech, rather it stared at you with a glare. This was no normal raven.