Like Emory, this field guide is a complete mess.

Not because life sorts itself that way. Because when you’re drowning, you need something to grab onto.

Each section ties to another. Each piece is something they hoped you wouldn't remember. Each truth is a weapon if you hold it right.

This guide was built for you. Not for the Outcasts—but by them.

Not for the Council, or anyone else who thinks they know how this ends.

Just you.
You. Standing at the center of the loom. Bleeding. Breathing fire. Refusing to fall.

You don't owe the world anything. But you owe yourself everything. And that's why this exists.

You heard it on the Wynde.

This is everything. Take it—and show them what you’re made of!