Aelithar’s Resonance

[urkalel]

This is the idea for my book.

Every soul carries a quiet place,
a room where thoughts become voices,
and voices become choices.

Some call it instinct.
Some call it conscience.
But in truth, it is a fragile echo,
a whisper powerful enough to build a life
or break a world.

Now imagine a realm before memory,
where gods shaped rivers from starlight
and carved dawn from gold.
A realm filled with harmony
until one god wanted more.

His envy ignited a sin so profound it cracked the heavens.
From that fracture came a ripple,
a whisper carrying his hunger,
his grief,
his ruin.

The universe, wounded by his act, answered.
It created a second echo,
a fragile light meant to keep the world from falling apart.

And what if those echoes, shadow and light, did not die with the gods…
but waited for mortal hearts to claim them?

This is where the story of AELITHAR’S RESONANCE begins.

 

[pmmg]

Feels like a back of the book blurb. Save this for later.

 

[urkalel]

Thanks I will

 

[minta]

Wow, it feels both intimate and epic. It’s the kind of opening that makes me want to keep reading.

 

[urkalel]

Thank you so much that truly means more than you know.
I wrote that opening during a time when I was trying to understand my own “echoes,” so hearing that it resonated with you… that’s a gift.

I’m building a world where even a whisper can shape a destiny, so every bit of connection reminds me I’m on the right path.

And since you enjoyed the opening, here’s a tiny glimpse a single line from deeper within the story:

“Some echoes guide you.
Some break you.
And some… become the only truth you have left.”

Thanks again for taking the time to read and respond. Truly.

 

[xena]

What a beautiful concept. I would absolutely read this and it already feels alive.

 

[urkalel]

Thank you so much that truly means a lot.
This story has lived in me for a long time, and hearing that the idea already feels alive to you… that’s the kind of encouragement that keeps me going.

Here’s a tiny glimpse from inside the world itself just a single heartbeat of the tale:

“The echo stirred before she did.
A soft hum beneath her ribs, a pulse not her own.
Nael opened her eyes to a sky split between gold and shadow,
and for the first time, the world seemed to breathe with her
as if it had been waiting.”

Thank you again. Your words reached me more than you know.

 

[SamazonE]

It seems like a familiar tale to me. And poems do not always rhyme. It does seem like a blurb as pmmg says but it could also be additional to that.

I wonder, what makes the heavens crack? Do they require a sacrifice?

It is cryptic this memory, but what makes it echo through the ages? It is like a computer game, not a Gregorian chant…

There are a few examples I have. The opening of Kingdom Hearts, Zelda, Final Fantasy. It also reads like a recommendation written by an author for an aspiring work.

good work, keep up

 

[urkalel]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this and share your thoughts!
I really appreciate the comparisons Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, Zelda… those are powerful mythic openings, and it means a lot that the tone reminded you of them.

This version of the prologue was intentionally written like a half-remembered myth, almost like a chant the world has forgotten, so I fully understand why it felt cryptic. Your question about what cracks the heavens is a good one that mystery is something the story slowly answers as the narrative unfolds.

I’m revisiting several openings right now to make sure the beginning feels as strong and immersive as possible, so your feedback genuinely helps. Thank you again it motivates me to keep refining and pushing the story toward its best version.