For centuries I have suffered. Solidified and silenced, all because I failed to destroy what I was created for. Except now, after so long… There is a female. One who always seems to be by my side. Day after day. Night after night. She talks to me. Touches me. Tells me things. She shares stories of a world I no longer know. She is a reprieve from my punishment. A sweet delight. She liberates me from my solitude. But when I rise, my adversary seizes his opportunity, and she’s caught between us. He only wants her to get to me. She isn’t his. And I’ll do anything to protect what’s MINE.

Once, I was feared by all who gazed upon me. For centuries, I served, defending my crops in solitude and stillness, baring my scythe as an omen. But when the crops die around me, I find myself standing over a field of shriveled stalks. It is her fault. The female who has taken over my fields. She might be the new queen of these lands, but in her wake, she brings only death. So, I will scare her away. I will reclaim these fields, and she will learn to fear me! Until one evening, she is attacked by no other than the Crow King. She cowers behind me for protection, begging him to spare her life. Her terror and desperation stir me into action... Nobody, not even a god, is allowed to frighten what is MINE.