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The First Walkers and the Earliest Age of the Elder Realms

/ Author Simon Phillips / Leave a comment

Some stories begin with crowns, borders, and conflict already in motion. Others reach further back, to a time when the world itself had not yet learned how to answer those who lived upon it.

The First Walkers belongs to that earlier age.

This short story emerged during a period of stepping away from the main novel, The Veil of Kings and Gods, in order to explore the ground beneath it. Before returning fully to kings, councils, and divine fracture, there was a need to listen to the first layer of the world. An age shaped by memory, firelight, and watching presences, where meaning travelled through instinct rather than record.

The Elder Realms, in their earliest form, are quiet places. Humanity moves cautiously through landscapes that feel aware yet unreadable. The gods observe from distance and height, bound by their own silences. Magic exists as potential, sensed through alignment and response instead of mastery.

The First Walkers is written as a fragment from this age. It stands as a complete short story, while also serving as a foundation stone for what comes later. Ideas seeded here carry forward into later ages, where they take on clearer shapes through belief, power, and consequence.

Alongside the short story, I have been sharing brief mythic fragments drawn from the same period. These appear as narrated pieces and flash-fiction, shaped to feel like recovered scripture or ancestral memory. They offer atmosphere and tone, allowing the world to be approached slowly, without explanation pressing ahead of experience.

One such fragment can be experienced below. It reflects the mood and substance of The First Walkers, presenting a single moment from the earliest age, shaped for listening.

Watch the narrated mythic fragment here:

These fragments act as quiet entry points. Some readers may encounter the world first through sound and image, others through the written story. Both paths lead toward the same long memory.

The complete short story, The First Walkers, is available as a Kindle ebook for those who wish to read the full piece and remain with the world for longer:

đź“– https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B0GDWMMQ4P

Further stories and fragments from the Elder Realms will follow over time, each exploring a different age in the long descent toward kingdoms, faith, and fracture.

Inside the Life of an Aspiring Author

/ Author Simon Phillips / Leave a comment

Most people imagine authors as curled up in quiet rooms, sipping tea and watching the words pour effortlessly onto the page. A kind of literary tranquillity, wrapped in books and warmed by candlelight.

I wish that were true.

The reality, at least for me, is far from romantic. It’s writing between real-life responsibilities, when the house is quiet and the world finally pauses. I’ve made a decision to pursue this dream fully, working extra hours not because I love the grind, but because that income, after family needs, goes straight into editing, proofreading, and eventually publishing. I’m investing in my own story, one sacrifice at a time.

My day is a patchwork of obligations. I run a small English school in Japan, manage creative routines around work and home life, and still find time to draw maps, script lore videos, and edit chapters that feel like they’ll never end. I’m not yet published. I’m not famous. But I’m building something, page by page, post by post.

There’s a mental weight to this work that few talk about. Some days, I stare at a sentence for an hour, unsure if it even belongs. Other days, it all flows so quickly I can barely keep up. The emotional shifts are real, self-doubt, exhaustion, the nagging feeling that I should be doing something more “practical.” But then a scene clicks. A piece of world-building locks into place. And for a moment, it feels like magic again.

So why do I keep going?

Because I believe in the stories I’m telling. The Veil of Kings and Gods is more than a novel, it’s a world I’ve carried for years. The short stories of Ældorra let me explore lost myths and haunted corners I’ve only glimpsed in dreams. And my sci-fi series, still in early development, pushes me to imagine a future I can barely articulate.

I don’t know when success will come, or even what it’ll look like when it does. But I know this: I want to create worlds that feel real, dangerous, and beautiful. Worlds where characters fight for something, where gods whisper from beyond, and where the weight of time never fully lifts.