"Tell me wretched King, who crowned your head?" Ellis Razorcrest never believed in the story behind the Four Houses of Crest. The myth of how great an empire the land used to be, of magic which seemed to drain the life out of the most vibrant of stars. There is a fire in the city, and long forgotten things have been awoken. Ellis still does not believe in it. But no words could ever describe the beauty of the race long forsaken by the sun.