Faizah Silk

When Elias wakes in a cave deep in the desert, his memories are lost—until a song rises unbidden, stirring something ancient within him. The melody unlocks his past, revealing a single, burning purpose: vengeance. His wife was murdered, and the woman responsible—Seraphine, the Veil-Singer—must pay the price.  
Armed with a mysterious harp of forgotten power, Elias embarks on a journey across a world teetering on the edge of ruin. What begins as a personal mission for retribution soon unravels into something far greater. The harp’s music does not merely recall memories—it rewrites fate, bending reality itself. And Elias is not the only one who seeks to control it.  
As he gathers unlikely allies—a rogue with secrets of her own, a storyteller who knows too much, and a woman tied to the Veil’s hidden truths—Elias discovers that the harp was once used to shape the world. Its final song was left unfinished, and now, the forces that once wielded it are stirring from their slumber.  
When Elias finally confronts Seraphine, he realizes too late that their battle was only the first note in a much larger symphony. The harp’s awakening has called him to something older than gods, something that was never meant to return.  
Now, the fate of the world rests on a song yet to be written.  
As war looms and the fabric of reality begins to fray, Elias must make an impossible choice: continue his path of vengeance or wield the harp to mend the song of creation before it is lost forever.  
But fate is never so easily played.  
And some songs demand a terrible price.  
The Harp of Astra is a sweeping epic of fate, music, and redemption. It is a story of vengeance turned destiny, and a melody that will echo beyond the end of time.

The Harp of Astra

A low, haunting hum echoed in the darkness, deep in a desert’s cave. It wasn’t a sound made by the earth shifting or the wind howling through cracks in the stone. It was human—a man’s voice. Raspy, weak, and unsteady, but undeniably alive. 


Elias awoke to the sharp taste of sand on his tongue and the suffocating weight of stone pressing in on all sides. His head throbbed as if a thousand shards of glass had been embedded in his skull. He couldn’t see anything—only feel the jagged floor beneath him and the cold dampness clinging to his skin. 


For a moment, panic seized him. Who was he? Where was he? 


A faint light flickered in the distance, a sliver of brightness piercing through the oppressive black, inviting him. He coughed, his throat dry and cracked, and crawled forward, each movement sending jolts of pain through his body. 


As he inched toward the light, the hum returned, unbidden, rising from his chest, vibrating in his throat and strumming the pain in his head. It was a melody without words, a mournful tune that carried both sorrow and longing. The sound startled him. It felt… familiar, though he couldn’t recall where he had heard it before. 


The light grew stronger with every inch that brought him close, revealing jagged walls carved by time and water. Symbols etched into the stone glimmered faintly, though their meaning was lost to him. He paused, leaning against the cool rock to catch his breath. His hands trembled as he reached for one of the symbols, tracing it with a finger. A memory flickered—brief, blurred, and gone before he could grasp it. 


“Lila,” he whispered. The name fell from his lips like a prayer, though he didn’t know why. 


The song continued, a fragment of a melody weaving its way through his broken mind. Images began to form—disjointed and fleeting. A woman’s laughter. A pair of hands reaching out to him. A warm embrace. A kiss. And a blade dripping with blood. 


The pain in his head sharpened, and he doubled over, clutching his temples. He gasped for air, his pulse pounding in his ears. The melody twisted, darkened, and for a moment, he thought he could hear the faint echo of another voice—feminine, soft, chilling, and melodic—singing in harmony with his. 


Pushing himself upright, Elias forced his legs to move. He crawled, then staggered, toward the mouth of the cave. The air grew warmer, tinged with the scent of dry earth and sun-scorched stone. 


Finally, he emerged into the blinding brightness of the desert. The light stung his eyes, and he raised a hand to shield his face. The landscape stretched before him in all directions—a sea of golden sand dunes under a cloudless sky. The heat pressed down on him like a heavy hand, sapping what little strength he had left. 


Elias fell to his knees, his breathing shallow and uneven. He stared at the horizon, where the dunes seemed to ripple like waves in a mirage. The melody still lingered in his mind, and with it came a single, crystal-clear memory. 


Lila, standing in the doorway of a small home, her dark hair illuminated by the setting sun. She had been smiling. Then the smile vanished, replaced by fear, and she was running—away from him, toward something… or someone. 


The memory ended In a flash of red. Blood. 


Elias clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms. He didn’t know who he was, but he knew one thing with certainty. 


Someone had taken her from him. And he would kill them for it. 


The wind picked up, carrying with it the faintest whisper of a song—melancholic, haunting, and eerily familiar. Elias turned toward it, his heart pounding. The melody seemed to call to him, guiding him forward. 


With shaky legs and burning resolve, he rose and began walking toward the horizon, unaware of the storm he was 


The Awakening