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 mist around them thickened, swirling in rapid currents. The air hummed with dark energy. 


Alina’s expression hardened. “Elias. What do we do?” 


The harp wanted him to play. It had called him to the Spire for this moment. 


He took a slow breath. His fingers brushed the strings. 


The first note rang through the chamber. 


The moment the sound reverberated through the air, the Spire reacted. 


The mist whipped into a frenzy, spiraling upward like a storm. The very walls of the chamber shifted, revealing long-forgotten symbols glowing beneath the stone. 


And from the depths of the Spire. Something screamed. 


Elias flinched. The harp’s strings burned against his fingertips, the melody pushing against him, demanding to be finished. 


But the voice in the darkness… it was fighting back. 


Joran took a defensive stance. “Elias, if you’re going to do something, do it fast.” 


The Final Verse