Prologue
Fragment I
Manuscript of Lugh
When the line is broken by fire, it does not die.
It merely sleeps… within the stone.
And when the echo awakens once more,
it will know who it is—even if it does not remember.
The Era of Silence
Year 832 after the birth of the men from the South
When the fire of the gods was extinguished in the oak groves,
when the songs ceased to echo in the stones,
when the ancient names turned into whispers…
the Era of Silence began.
The druids—who for centuries had spoken with the sky,
healed through the earth,
and written without ink in the memory of their own—
were hunted.
Burned.
Forgotten.
The Northern Isles, once home to knowledge and gateways,
burned beneath banners of iron.
And those who did not perish, vanished.
Beneath the earth,
beneath false names,
beneath the skin of their children.
The knowledge did not disappear.
It slept.
Guarded in stones.
Locked inside dreams.
Sealed with songs that would only awaken
when the bloodline was ready to remember.
In the west of Ireland,
where the misted lake still breathes,
a hidden village keeps the spark alive.
There, among old trees and stones that gaze at the sky,
a young woman walks, unaware of who she is.
But her blood remembers.
Her name is Erea.
And when the white stone beats again…
the story will begin anew.
