Orson_Phoenix

In a distant future, Earth is long gone, and humanity’s last survivors have found refuge on the desolate planet of Selora. Genetically engineered and raised to serve, Kael Duskborne arrives in a world where memories are erased, free will is a distant memory, and every movement is dictated by an unyielding, unknown force. His mission: to harvest obsidian from the planet's cursed mines.
But Selora is no ordinary world. The land itself seems to pulse with a strange, sinister energy, and its creatures—ancient, primal, and deadly—lurk in the shadows. As he journeys through this harsh world, Kael begins to question everything he’s been told. Why is he here? What is the truth behind the planet’s dark past?
Silent whispers haunt the air, and warnings of an ancient, omnipotent force—the Silence—demand his attention. With his very life at stake, Kael must choose whether to accept the unspoken order of his existence or fight against the oppressive force that seeks to control him—and the planet itself.
In a world where nothing is as it seems, survival means navigating a web of lies, dark powers, and dangerous allies.

Fragments of a Fallen Star

Elysia dodged a rifle blast to the face and tackled an official to the ground.

She tore away his mask and watched with satisfaction as the man gasped for breath, his hands clawing at his exposed skin.

She barely had a second to recover before another official swung at her with a baton.

She ducked, driving her knee into his stomach before wrenching the weapon from his grasp and smashing it against his skull. He crumpled to the forest floor, unmoving.

She stepped back, chest heaving as she took in the battlefield.

The trees lashed out, whipping through the air, striking down officials. Vines slithered like living things, wrapping around soldiers and yanking them off their feet. The miners fought with everything they had—battered, bleeding, but relentless.

But then a guttural, monstrous roar shook the air, and Elysia's stomach twisted.

Wrath of the Fallen (Part 2)