Born of Mist & Darkness — Lore Post 1

Before this night, nothing had been written.
We trusted memory to live in the body.
But after Scáthach’s crossing, memory requires keeping.

What follows is not a story. It is a record that begins in my grief.

The amber remains in my hand.

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THE BOOK OF SECRETS
Entry I

For a long while, my pen waits.

The amber warms beneath my palm.
The firefly inside it holds its light.

I have never written her name without Scáthach beside me.

Brighid of the quiet flame:

Tonight, my friend stepped beyond my reach.
The room feels altered.

Her absence weighs on me.

She did not die.
But she is no longer here.

You once breathed life into her when she was an infant.
You would not let her go.

If you have called her again, tell me that this, too, is mercy.
You are a healer. You do not take without tending what remains.

If she now stands where dreams gather, help me believe she watches there with purpose.

And if you have asked her to watch what we cannot see, steady my hands so I may watch what is left behind.

My page is no longer empty.

The amber Scáthach left behind remains.

I will write again.

You, too, are part of why I keep her story.

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The moment the amber passes into Sorcha’s hand is told in Story Post 8.