As recorded in the Silver Codex
Thus speaks the oldest page of the Silver Codex:
that in an age where dawn and twilight intertwine,
a Sovereign of the Moon and a Sentinel of the Vow
shall be drawn together by threads older than time itself.
Beneath branches whispering ancient truths,
their paths —
long wandering, long waiting —
shall meet at last in a circle of starlit blessing.
And there, where shadow dances with light,
their souls shall bind as one.
From their union, the Houses will gather:
the duskborn and the dawnbound,
the gilded guardians and the rose-lit court,
the argent brotherhood and the moon’s wise keeper,
the quill-bearers of budding lore
and the youngest heralds who carry innocence like flame.
Together they witness the forging of the Moonlit Oath —
an oath spoken not merely in words,
but in destiny, devotion, and the magic of hearts entwined.
For the prophecy promises this:
that when the Sovereign and Sentinel vow beneath the full moon’s crown,
love itself becomes a force of legend —
a light to outshine the dark,
a spell to endure all storms,
and a story the realms will whisper
for generations yet to come.