The astral veil
The Veil is breaking. The stars remember.
Before gods could bleed and time learned to count, the stars reigned absolute.
They sang. They watched. They judged. Aurelith, goddess of Mercy, shattered celestial law by loving the mortal world too fiercely. For that transgression, she fell struck down by the hand that once adored her most. Centuries have passed. Her name lingers only as myth. Now the girl who carries her final ember is waking. Maria quiet village healer, orphan without roots discovers she is vessel to an ancient, forbidden divinity.
The kingdom trembles. Sleeping gods stir. And Vaelith, the blue-flame god who both destroyed and worshipped Aurelith, returns from exile, determined to reclaim what eternity tore away.
Yet Maria is not alone. At her side stands Kai, a mortal snared in prophecy and the fractured shade of Kaelen, a warrior forged from starlight and ash. Around them gather grieving queens, betrayed princesses, power-hungry nobles, storm-witches, blind seers, and rebels who wield forgotten names like blades. Beneath them all, the Nameless One, unmade yet unyielding, claws upward from the dark.
This is no longer one girl’s story. It is a war for memory itself old gods against new heirs,
collapsing heavens against rising empires, a tapestry of souls who have not yet realized they are threads of the same cloth. When the stars fall, who will catch the fire? When the Astral Veil tears wide, who will remember who they truly were? This is the story of gods and girls, of fire and fragments, of names lost and names reborn. This is Aurelith rising.
