(Open rp, needs someone to be him.) I had given up hope. They had found me and locked me up. The chains were to strong, even for me. I heard the door creak open. I didn't care. Let them test me. I would rather be killed than here at this point. "Sit down!" I heard a guard yell. I looked up and saw a boy with wings about my age be shoved to the ground. The guard locked him up and slammed the door shut.
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Bran the Blessed - Celtic God of Rejuvenation and Protection, Lord of Ravens. He died protecting modern-day England, but his severed head continued talking and giving advice for several months afterward. When it at last stopped, it was buried in the White Hill, where some say the Tower of London stands today. According to folklore, that is why ravens still guard the Tower of London.