Origin Realms Novels & Stories

She stepped into the gate, and the world of the Silver Peaks vanished. The "First Kingdom" was not a place of light or dark. It was a place of "Origins." It was a massive, floating island of ancient marble and iridescent flora, where the trees carried the scents of a thousand years ago. In the center of the garden, sitting on a bench of white starlight, was Silas.

The blinding light fades around me, and I open my eyes to something I have never seen before. This is not the Mirror realm. This is not the Void. This is Origin. I know this without anyone telling me. The knowledge sits in my chest like a warm stone. There is no ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head. Only energy flows around me, through me, inside me. It moves like water but burns like fire. My body glows now. Silver light pours from my skin, and lunar sigils shift across my arms and face.