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

The moment his fingers touched the strings, the ruins shifted. The melody resonated through the stone, and the golden symbols blazed with light. 


The Keepers did not move, but their whispers rose, blending into the song. The wind carried their voices like echoes of a forgotten age. 


Elias found himself standing in a vast chamber of polished obsidian, the walls lined with towering pillars. The ceiling arched high above him, its surface painted with constellations he did not recognize. 


At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal. Upon it rested another harp, identical to the one Elias carried, yet untouched by time. 


She was clad in flowing robes, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders. Her golden eyes met his, and Elias felt a strange sense of recognition, though he knew he had never seen her before. 


The Songbearer's Fate