Chris Nu

Someone once told me that writing was like tracing a path with no lights and no pavement.

I didn't find a trail. There were only shadows. And in those shadows, characters. A boy who didn't fit in. A hollow. Kael Ardent. A silver-eyed elf who waited a hundred years for someone to say "come with me." A girl who stole magic because the world told her she had none. A guard who was never chosen and ended up becoming a mage. A dragon princess who chose a human without asking permission. A seventh prince who traded death for a new beginning. A young magic prodigy and a writer with social anxiety, bound by an impossible thread.

They weren't born from imagination. They were born from necessity. From telling what I couldn't say with my own voice. From walking in their boots, not mine.

I write stories because I need to see someone like me —like us— go through what I never knew how to name: the silence of having no direction, the weight of looks that expect something from you, the crack between what the world says you are and what you truly are.

My characters taught me that even the hollow can build their own path. That having no essence doesn't mean having no worth. That a home is sometimes not found, but built with bare hands and a broken heart. That even if they push you aside for being different, you can always create your own place. That knowledge can be more powerful than the sword. That the connection between two souls doesn't understand worlds or realities.

I write at night. I write alone. But I am never alone, because those who hold me up taught me to see color where others only see shadows.

If you've made it this far, if you've opened one of my books, perhaps you too are searching for a place to call home. Or a mirror to see yourself in. Or simply a story that reminds you that you're not alone.

Welcome. It's cold in here, but there's room.

I'm still in the fight. And as long as there's someone who needs a mirror to look into... I'll keep telling stories.

This story isn't held up by me alone. It's held up by those who read, those who feel, those who understand that a hollow can also be full of something like hope.

If you want to walk with me, follow me on Amazon. That way you'll know when a new door opens in Eryndor, in the Dragon Land, in the Eternal Silence, in the Kingdom of Varynth, in Sylvandor, in the Drystel Academy, and in all the worlds with soul that I write.

And if any of my books has served as a mirror for you, gift me a review. A few words from you can be the light another reader needs to find this path.

I have no army but you.