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 wind howled through the jagged peaks, carrying whispers that tugged at the edges of Elias’s mind. The path to the Spire of Astra lay ahead, an ancient stairway carved into the black rock, winding toward the tower that loomed above them. 


Elias could feel it. A presence lingered within, pressing against his thoughts, pulling him forward like an unseen current. The harp on his back hummed in response, its strings vibrating with an urgency he could not ignore. 


Joran exhaled sharply. “Tell me we’re not going in there.” 


Alina adjusted her grip on her dagger. “We don’t have a choice.” 


Elias took a slow breath, then stepped forward. 


The first steps were cracked with age, their once-smooth surface worn by centuries of wind and time. Every footfall echoed unnaturally, as if the stone itself was hollow. 


Joran’s voice was tense. “Elias, you’re sure about this?” 


Elias didn’t answer. He kept moving. 


The Threshold of Shadows