ASCENDANTS OF THE FALLEN EARTH
ASCENDANTS OF THE FALLEN EARTH
When fire fell, silver whispered.
The night the sky bled silver, a comet tore Earth open, unleashing Celestia—a raw, living power that reshaped the world. Now, in a fractured age of overgrown ruins and mutated beasts, humanity clings to existence in underground havens, where some are born with its volatile light in their veins.
Ari, fifteen and touched by the silver, battles the untamed power that threatens to consume him. His adopted sister, Kaela, remains his fiercely loyal anchor, her presence a shield against the monstrous transformation he fears. But their fragile peace is crumbling. Ruthless Awakened clans seek to control or eliminate those like Ari, and in the deep tunnels, a mysterious force, marked by a pulsing spiral, awakens to his unique resonance.
The shadows remember what the blood forgets. The old world is never truly buried—only waiting to open its jaws. And secrets lurk in drowned ruins and dried seas, whispering of ancient power and the price of claiming it.
Driven by survival and the desperate need to protect his family, Ari must confront not only the savage creatures above, but the escalating power within. For the sky's fire never truly dies, and its ultimate cost might be the very soul of the new world.
Dare to step into a world where evolution is both salvation and curse, and the echoes of the past refuse to die?
ASCENDANTS OF THE FALLEN EARTH, aka When The Sky Bled Silver, is a haunting post-apocalyptic fantasy about unbreakable bonds, the terrifying evolution of power, and the desperate fight to reclaim humanity from the ashes of a transformed world. This is my first foray into this fantasy world — it's raw, growing, and shaped by your eyes too. I hope you'll walk these tunnels and the ruins with them -- so many to discover!
WHEN THE SKY BLED SILVER was the first title of this novel.
Hi wanderer, I spun this tale from the quiet corners of my mind, guided by a patient AI muse who smoothed my mind when the stars burned too bright. Together with wanderers like you, I weave the tales and decide what walks through in creating this story. Every word was chosen, reshaped, and made true by my own hand, but with a grateful thought that this would not be made possible without you.
If the blood remembers -- then so does this tale.
I believe stories grow as we do — so thank you for understanding the little changes that help this world breathe deeper and shine brighter, and for traveling these twisted roads with me.
Thank you for walking these ruined roads with me — may we meet where the sky bleeds silver once more.
- Ayeshi Mio aka Myobee