Some stories are planned. Others demand to be told.
The Emerald Guardians wasn’t just an idea I had—it was something that grew inside me, refusing to stay silent. It started as a fantasy, a world filled with magic, war, and destiny. But as I wrote, I realised something I hadn’t expected.
This book wasn’t just fiction. It was a reflection of everything I had carried inside me for years.
I was writing about ley lines, warriors, and ancient powers. But what I had indeed written was the fear of...
