The Morrighan birthed three sons, and to them she gave dominion. The Green Lord would create life. The Lord of the Dead would end it, and the Quiet Lord would keep the space between.
Then came the blight, and a cabin in the woods, and the children of gods, who were never meant to meet.
When the Green Lord presented his first daughter to the Summer Temple, he said unto them: "My gift to you. As she grows, the wheel turns. Tend her and tend the wheel."
"I am the Lord," he said to the masses that gathered afterwards. High fey, fey, grim folk. All the unseen members of the Dark Court. "You owe me your fealty." And they gave it.
The Golden Lady hared across the seen realm on the back of her nightmare, and the Lord of Death followed after her.