“… Sharp wings tore through fire and dark smoke, and the battle was won – for it was the Vocht, falcon of the shores. She crossed the field in a blink, her cry echoing in Memories’ hollow hearts, sending them back into the Archive depths. We cheered as she perched up on a giant’s rib, wings spread and mouth full of fire, but we saw the tears of terror in her eyes. Years and years pass and she’s still afraid – but even greater fear sends her forth to protect what is not yet lost.”