Melioraeh
Magic in Varen is a ledger economy: you borrow power, you owe a debt. Scribes are the ones who collect those debts into their own bodies, paying them down through real physical cost. No chosen ones, no prophecies-just an unglamorous, structural system with rules that cannot be argued with.
Sixteen-year-old Kael Morrow never wanted to be part of it, until a stranger's debt lands in his body on a Thursday afternoon, and the choice is made for him. Now he's navigating a hidden world alongside Dara Voss, a trained Scribe who doesn't trust him, while something in his neighborhood is quietly rotting: rust on new metal, birds that won't return, streetlights dying block by block.
Someone has been rerouting the city's magical debt for thirty years, offloading it onto the people least able to carry the cost. Kael's father knew. And said nothing.
The magic has rules. The rules have consequences. The consequences are the story.