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

Elias turned back toward the pool, but the shimmering figure was gone. Only the water remained, still and quiet, as if nothing had ever disturbed it. 


As they left the basin, Elias couldn’t shake the feeling that they had just stepped into something much larger than they could comprehend. 


And somewhere, unseen, something was watching. 


The three of them walked in tense silence, the basin and its eerie whispers far behind them. The dunes stretched endlessly before them, but the strange weight of the encounter and visions still lingered like the burning heat. Elias carried the harp with more awareness now, as if the weight on his back wasn’t just physical but tied to the heavy truths it might unlock. 


Joran was the first to break the silence, his voice sharp. “We need to be smarter about where we go. That basin was a trap. The next place could be worse.” 


Shadows of The Past