Posted by Lord Alaric Thorne
“Blood remembers what names forget.”
I returned to the Codex today. Not because I wanted to—but because something in me needed to.
The pages had shifted. They always do. No matter how I leave them, they change their order while I sleep.
And tonight, nestled between a hymn and a hex, I found a page that was never there before.
It was brittle. Wet at the corners. The ink was red. But it was not ink.
It was blood. Mine.
I recognized my own name—but it was written beneath a date that predates my birth by two centuries.
And above it—faint, in Moira’s hand—another name. One I had never seen in any family record, ledger, or portrait.
“Alaric, in place of the first.”
I do not know what it means. Not yet. But I feel it. Like a memory I haven't lived through yet.
The blood was still wet when I touched it. It dried in seconds. And the page is gone again.
But I know what I saw. And now, when I speak my name aloud in the mirror, it answers me with another:
“Moira.”
~ Lord Alaric Thorne
The Named. The Not-Chosen. The Marked.
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