Daughter of Ash and Ember

From the Shelves of Aeralith



We have kept many stories.

Some speak of light. Others, of silence.

This one came in ash.



It does not begin with a kingdom, a war, or a prophecy.

It begins with absence—with a girl no longer allowed to belong.



Rasha was born with barely a flicker. Branded lowborn and cast aside, she was never meant to shape her tribe’s future.

Until the flame chose her.



Bound to an ancient spirit her people have long forgotten, Rasha carries a truth they no longer wish to hear:

Fire was never meant to conquer—but to connect, to heal, to guide.



Banished for speaking it, she walks the desert with nothing but a flicker of hope, a silent boy beside her, and the fire in her chest.

She doesn’t seek glory.

Only memory. Meaning. What was lost.



She is not a weapon.

She is not a savior.

She is the Eternal Flame.



While her path winds through exile and ember, others stir—in shadow, in snow, in sacred ruins.

They do not begin together.

They do not yet know each other.

But their stories move toward the same fracture.



This is the first of her volumes.

One breath in the great remembering.



And Aeralith never forgets.