As transcribed by Lirian Ever-Weaver, Chronicler of Mórradún
A medallion lost to time. A deceiver cloaked in shadow. A legend waiting to rise once more.
The Fianna are no more-scattered to dust, their oaths forgotten, their deeds consigned to fading echoes of history. Yet legends do not die so easily. When the Medallion of the Fianna finds its way into the hands of Aisling, an orphan with no claim to the past, fate stirs once more.
Bound by duty she did not seek, Aisling and her sworn companions-Elara, Calla, and Ronan-must stand against the gathering dark. An ancient enemy awakens, whispering ruin in honeyed tones, twisting trust into treachery. The deceiver moves among them unseen, and where he walks, doubt festers and loyalties wane. To reclaim the legacy of the Fianna is to walk the edge of a blade. To wield the medallion is to know the weight of creation itself. And should they falter, should the bonds that hold them fray, the world will tremble beneath the coming storm.
A tale of myth and magic, of heroism and betrayal-a song long thought silenced, now sung anew.
