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

By midday, they found themselves in a vast stretch of cracked earth, the dunes giving way to jagged formations of blackened rock. The landscape looked burned, as if something massive had once scorched the land bare. 


Joran kicked at the brittle surface. “What happened here?” 


Alina crouched, running her fingers over a deep fissure in the ground. “This isn’t natural.” 


Elias felt the answer before he spoke it. “This is where the harp was last played.” 


Joran frowned. “You mean, before it was sealed?” 


Elias nodded. “This was the battlefield.” 


Suddenly, the harp thrummed against his back, the vibration traveling through his spine. A whisper brushed against his ear, not words, but a melody, distant and calling. 


Alina noticed his change in expression. “Elias?” 


He barely heard her. The song was growing louder. 


The Seal is Breaking