The Prologue
In Rudveer… whispers are full of dread,
And the River is the only Sovereign.
Its name must never pass one’s lips after the sun has set,
For the River listens… and the River chooses.
When the moon turns crimson and the earth begins to weep,
The Children of the River are born.
They are born with blood that does not belong to them…
And they carry within their depths a curse that never dies.
The water is not merely water.
The water is memory… it is a soul.
And whoever dares to gaze into its eyes, shall behold their own truth.
— From the Book of "The Rules of Passage," forbidden in Rudveer.