Sigil Adalah Novels & Stories

“I never saw his face. He wore the sigil. That was all.” Elowen froze. “What sigil?” The spy fumbled at their collar with shaking fingers and produced a small disc, no larger than a coin. They dropped it to the floor. Elowen’s breath caught. He knew that symbol. It was carved deep and clean, lines intersecting in a shape that mirrored the arch from the eastern wildlands. The forgotten seal. The mark was tied to soul shaping, not guiding. It was very old magic. “You should not have this,” Elowen whispered.

Thinking if he should explain everything or leave out some pieces of information. “What I can tell you now is that this Sigil does belong to this Academy, a long time ago. It was removed from the official houses for selection since the criteria to be selected is very stringent that out of a million students who came over the years of recruitment, not more than 10 people got into this house.”