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The Song Beneath the Sky

The Song Beneath the Sky

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The Song Beneath the Sky A Fantasy Novel of Poetic Resonance and Real-World Magic By Eze Joshua --- In a city that pretends to be ordinary, where shadows behave and birds forget how to fly, a girl with a voice like sunlight hidden in a cave begins to hum a song the world has tried to forget. Seventeen-year-old Ariella Dawn has always known she was strange. She was born during a power outage, her first cry a melody so haunting the lights came back on and stayed trembling for hours. She doesn't know why old clocks spin backward when she sings, or why strangers sometimes pause and stare as if remembering something they've never lived. But Ariella has learned to stay silent. Because her voice moves things. And the world does not like to be moved. Her city - Ileno - is full of secrets: a library with no name, birds that coo in harmony at dusk, and a rusted fence by the river where the wind sings lullabies. On a day that begins like any other, Ariella discovers a mirror under the old willow tree. Not cracked. Not dusty. Just standing there, impossibly clean. But the reflection inside it is not her own. It's a boy. Snow-footed. Hollow-eyed. Pale as silence. And when he speaks, it isn't a warning - it's a prophecy. > "You're the last of the Listeners. And the song is dying." Then the mirror shatters - inward - and Ariella's quiet life unravels. --- She is soon drawn into a hidden world beneath her own: a sanctuary called the Guild of the Hollow Note, buried under bridges and candlelight, where people sing in circles to keep reality stitched together. Here, she meets Thorne, a man with amber eyes and inked skin, who tells her she's not just gifted - she's a Resonant: a rare soul who doesn't just hear music... she awakens it. Her voice can call back forgotten things - cities, names, even people. But it also draws them: the Quiet Ones, a secret order that feeds on silence, led by an ancient hunger that once imprisoned the very first voice ever sung - the First Note - in a cage of un-sound. And now that Ariella is singing, they know she exists. --- As she begins to train with the Guild, Ariella learns the power of resonance - of harmony, dissonance, and the fragile balance between what is remembered and what is erased. She unlocks doors sealed by melodies. Awakens echoes buried in stone. And all the while, something ancient stirs deep within her locket - a locket left by her mother, who vanished years ago with a lullaby on her lips. Inside the locket: A song. A key. A secret too dangerous to sing. And chasing her is Calem - a man with eyes like glass and a blade shaped like a broken clef. Once a member of the Guild, now an assassin of silence, Calem was trained using Ariella's mother's stolen voice. But when Ariella sings that forbidden song, something inside him - something long buried - remembers. Her voice cracks the weapon he's become. --- The First Note begins to awaken. Chains of silence tremble as Ariella sings in the chamber beneath the city. Her melody fractures the prison, opens the sky above the Guild, and sends shockwaves through a world already beginning to hum again. But the fight isn't just for sound. It's for memory. For freedom. For the right to speak, to weep, to be heard - in all the ways the Quiet Ones fear. --- The Song Beneath the Sky is a poetic fantasy woven with music, memory, and magic hidden in plain sight. It's about a girl discovering that her greatest danger - her voice - is also her deepest truth. It explores a world much like our own, where the powerful seek to silence what they cannot control, and where one brave heart can rewrite everything with a single note. It's a story of resistance - not through violence, but through sound. A tale of a girl learning not just to sing, but to become the song. --- 🌌 Themes Woven Through the Story: The Power of Music as Memory: Every song in the novel is a thread - binding cities, people, and histories long buried. Silence as Control: The Quiet Ones don't just seek peace - they erase identity. Their silence is domination, not serenity. Legacy and Identity: Ariella's journey is as much about her voice as it is about discovering the truth of who her mother was - and who she must now become. Echo and Refrain: Past and future aren't linear - they reverberate. The book plays with circular time, looping songs, and dreams passed down through melody. --- For fans of: Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern This Savage Song by Victoria Schwab Poetic prose and magical realism grounded in emotional truth --- By the novel's end, Ariella does more than awaken a fallen note. She sings the world back to itself. And somewhere beneath the city, in the space where songs go when forgotten, a new melody rises - carrying her name. > Ariella Dawn. The Echo of Light. The girl who sang, and the world that finally listened.

Chapter 1 The Watcher with the Amber Eyes

The mirror was gone.

The boy was gone.

But something inside Ariella had split quietly, like paper tearing in the rain.

She stood beneath the willow tree long after the world moved on. The wind picked at her coat, tugged her hair like a whispering child. Her fingers ached, and her lips trembled with a song she hadn't sung yet.

She looked down.

A feather.

Not from a pigeon, but long, thin, and dark as moonless velvet - humming with warmth.

She bent to pick it up. It hummed louder.

The moment her fingers touched it, the streetlight behind her bloomed with golden fire - not a flicker, but a blooming pulse, like a heartbeat made of stars.

And the world stilled.

When she turned, a man was watching her.

Not close. Not far. He stood beneath the café awning, dressed like a poet: coat too long, scarf too bright, face sharp as a crow's shadow. His eyes were amber, not brown - like molten glass poured over secrets.

He didn't blink.

He didn't smile.

He just raised a gloved hand, two fingers only, and tilted it once - not a wave, not a greeting. A warning. A signal.

Ariella didn't move.

Didn't breathe.

Then he turned and walked away, vanishing into the steam of the bakery next door.

Later that night, she sat on her rooftop beneath the old satellite dish, knees to her chest, that strange feather in her hand. Her earphones were silent. Her mother was humming inside, unaware of the change outside their walls.

She closed her eyes and whispered:

"The song is dying..."

And the wind answered back:

"Not if you remember."

Her phone buzzed. A new number.

No message.

Just a name:

"The Guild of the Hollow Note"

And a location:

"Midnight. The door beneath the bridge."

Somewhere deep in the city, pigeons flinched in their sleep.

And far below Ariella's rooftop, the mirror's pieces were gathering. Not by hand. Not by wind. But by memory

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