EMBERBONE

The Emberborne Prelude
Empires do not perish by the sword; they wither when the ossified remnants of the old world entrench themselves in the barricades of fear. But youth possesses a different sight-a vision that refuses the grey inheritance of history to glimpse the blinding potential of what might yet be forged. Where the elders command a hollow docility, the young offer a defiant inquiry; where they are cautioned of the grave's silence, they march toward the abyss with an unshakeable stride. For the young do not weigh existence in the meagre currency of years, but in the alchemy of loyalty and a love so incendiary it threatens the very foundations of the throne. They wear their lacerations as badges of sovereignty, burning with a celestial heat where their ancestors merely bowed. To be young is no frailty; it is a sacred, volatile benediction. And when the disenfranchised rise from the ash of antiquity, even the most formidable empires must learn to dread the quickening of the spark.
Emberborne is the chronicle of that conflagration.