The Codex

Twelve entries. Twelve tempers.

The dragon chooses the rider. These are the twelve that still choose.

Emberveil

The flame that waits.

It moves when you look away.

It has chosen twice in a hundred years.

It grieves what it guards.

It answers questions with questions.

It does not circle. It arrives.

It burns brighter when told to stop.

It counts your scars, not your medals.

It waited longer than you have lived.

Its word is iron. So is its grudge.

It reads you like an old book — twice.

The storm noticed you first.