Oath of Fire and Fortnight

With ember breath and ash’s memory,
I stand not as heir, nor servant,
But as blade and banner for the Court of Cinder and Ash.

For the turning of the Fortnight remaining,
Through feast and fury, contest and quiet,
I bear the weight of my Court’s pride upon my shoulders,
And the strength of its fire within my bones.

I vow to rise when called,
To strike when challenged,
To burn when slighted.

Let the soot mark me,
Let the flames pass through me,
Let my name carry the scent of smoke until the festival’s final spark fades.

I am no rightful child of ruin,
But for these fleeting nights,
I am the fire’s edge,
The ash’s echo,
The fury of the flame,
And the Champion of the Ashen Lady.

When the last bonfire of the Festival dies, so too shall this bond.