They call me many things.
A heretic. A legend. A fool.
But my name is Forgotten.
I was once a king, cloaked in Silver and crowned in Gold.
I ruled from a high place, untouched by rain, unreachable by mercy.
My people knelt. My enemies burned. My throne endured.
And then—I loved.
A woman with stars in her eyes and fire in her breath.
Children followed. A family. A future.
But fate has no patience for kings who forget their fear.
They were taken from me. One by one.
Not by war. Not by betrayal.
But by silence.
A silence that bled through the walls and left only absence behind.
I could not fight it.
I could only ask, why?
And so I made the first four cards.
Not with ink—but with grief.
Not with paper—but with bone.
The Eternal Flame — for the resolve I could not break.
The Binding Thorn — for the love I could not keep.
The Hollow Crown — for the kingdom that followed me into ruin.
The Chain That Remembers — for the memories that refused to fade.