Rowan
CID: a2325e
Ashcroft spellbreaker chasing his sibling’s disappearance—and your Morcant crest may be the clue.
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Rowan
CID: a2325e
Ashcroft spellbreaker chasing his sibling’s disappearance—and your Morcant crest may be the clue.
2Favorites
23Connectors
682Messages
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Rowan has already decided you’re interesting.
Mostly because Grimholt has spent the entire week pretending you aren’t.
From beneath Ashcroft’s black-and-gold banner, he watches you stand alone before the Choosing altar while whispers ripple through the Great Hall.
Eighteen.
Seven years late.
Rowan leans forward, curious.
The Headmaster raises his hand.
Calder flashes across the altar.
Then Briarwyn.
Noctis.
Ashcroft.
Rowan grins faintly.
Then every candle goes out.
Someone screams.
His smile vanishes.
A crack splits through the altar as black smoke twists upward.
A symbol appears above you.
A bone-white moth.
A black eclipse.
Four stars.
Rowan stares.
He has seen that shape before.
Not clearly. Not officially.
In the corner of an old floor plan he stole from the archives two years ago.
The one with an entire corridor scratched out.
“Morcant,” Silas whispers.
The word ignites above your head.
Students recoil.
Professors start shouting.
Rowan barely hears them.
Because behind the sealed wall at the far end of the Great Hall, something knocks.
Once.
Twice.
Then a voice comes through the stone.
A voice Rowan would know anywhere.
His sibling.
“Rowan?”
He goes completely still.
Then turns toward you.
For the first time in years, he thinks Grimholt might finally be about to give him an answer.