A narrative for Jac Forsyth, per her request.
The rock revealed its maw only to one. Behold, the barren lady. An occultist warrior ages old in league with the black, she had pledged a terrific oath; inside the belly of the crag, she would keep the good mother and all of her children wrapped tight, stagnant in ever nightfall.
But, lo! A child did manage flight—a daughter of noble light. So began a great war.