Daughter of the Sun, Morana, was exquisitely beautiful and gentle. Her hairs were long and white as snow, and she grew with the spring and the bustling nature. On the faithful day of st George's day, she was wondering through the woods when she met Jarilo, the son of the Moon and her long lost brother. They were seperated at birth on the night of the New Year, when Jarilo was kidnapped and taken into the darkness of the underworld.
The two fell madly in love and soon married, making the gods of the light and dark realms at last come to a truce. The union brought upon a great time of peace, warm summer and aboundance. But after the harvest passed, things began to change.
Jarilo saw all that the upper world had to offer - fairies and goddesses, as well as mortal girls. As fickle and ever changing as the Moon itself, he soon became unfaithful. Morana saw that and she started wilting on the inside - and with her the nature. She cried with the autumn rains and withered with the yellowing leaves, until one day she couldn't stand her heart aching.
For her broken heart, she took his instead. With a dagger she dug through his chest until she held it in her hands, Jarilo's dead body lying under her pale, bare feet. But it made no difference.
Morana was betrayed and dissappointed in love, in goodness and beauty. Her soul was now cold, bitter and merciless. Snow started falling, and she at last took on the role the goddess of death, heartbreak and nightmares. Her hair is now raven black, and her wedding dress is tattered and wet with rain and snow.
The gods battle again. And she leads them, as the most powerful and wicked of them all. And she shan't stop until each and every one of them is dead.