They documented me before I was born.
Not in riddles. Not in whispered prophecy. In black ink on state-issued parchment, stamped with Silverclaw’s official seal.
Cassian held the file like it might rot through his fingers. His brow furrowed, reading each line like it might rewrite itself if he stared long enough. It didn’t.
DATE: 17 Years Prior
SUBJECT: Potential Carrier – Bloodline: Duskbane/Ashfall
MARK: Observed via Lunar Scry (Confirmed)
STATUS: Classified | Monitor Gestation | Prepare Contingency
My heart didn’t just drop. It locked. Froze.
“That’s my birthdate,” I said, voice flat. “That’s the day I was born.”
Cassian said nothing.
I stepped forward, knees stiff, as though my body was resisting where it knew my mind was about to go.
“They knew,” I said. “Before I ever took
