Your mother is the Morrigan?

"And you, Morrigan," said Lug, "what power?"

"Not hard to say," she said. "I have stood fast; I shall pursue what was watched; I will be able to kill; I will be able to destroy those who might be subdued."

Scion, there are some things you should know about your mom...

When your mom first came to the shores of Ireland, from the Hidden Isles, with the Tuatha Dé Danann (the others of her race), she covered the land with a storm of blood-rain for three days, just to let the Fir Bolgs (the current, occupying, ruling race) know that they had arrived.

During battles, her songs bring courage, fearlessness and berserker rage to her men, while each note, like arrow shafts, pierce the hearts of their foes, seeking fear, and pulsing it up to terror -- terror so strong as to crush men's bones from their own convulsing muscle spasms.

To show the men of her armies, the true nature of the men they faced on the other side of the field, she has snatched men from the line, ripped them apart with her hands, and bathed herself, and her men in a baptism of the enemy's blood -- proving the foe was the same inside as themselves. So what is there to fear?

She is as keen as Nuada's blade. She is Nightmare. She is Power, loose and hurtling through darkness.

She is shape-changer, druid, bard, and her lust is a frenzy which is as terrifying as her battle cries.

She is the Phantom Queen.

She is the Morrigan, and no other is like her, any where.