This page features an illustration of Silco, a blue flame cupped reverently in one hand. The Silco that exists on the page appears blind to the loom of teeth in the shadows, a faint sketch that haunts the background.
"He learned from the fire, He learned from the night, He learned how to guard Long before he learned ‘right.’
He knew doors that shut hard, He knew love that felt small, So the House softly whispered, “I need him most of all.”
For he’s touched the dark places Where the wolf-games once came, And he still held his candle With its brave little flame.
He can stand in the shadows, He can shoulder the blame — For a guardian is strongest When the dark knows his name.”
PAGE 1 | THE SHIELD OF THE BLUE FLAME (SILCO)
This page features an illustration of Silco, a blue flame cupped reverently in one hand. The Silco that exists on the page appears blind to the loom of teeth in the shadows, a faint sketch that haunts the background.