The Beginning of The Carrion Chronicles

Some stories don’t start with a plan.

They start with a feeling.

For me, that feeling was the same one I’ve had for years sitting at a table, building worlds as a Dungeon Master—watching characters grow, struggle, and change in ways that felt real. The problem was never the story.

The problem was finishing it.

Life has a way of interrupting even the best stories. Schedules shift. Time disappears. And before you know it, something that once felt alive becomes just another unfinished idea.

But this time, I wanted something different.

I wanted to see it through.

A World That Refuses to Fade Quietly

The Carrion Chronicles: Book 1 – The Lost Souls is the first story I’ve committed to finishing—a dark fantasy world shaped by survival, loss, and the bonds that define who we are.

Carrion is not a world that is simply dying.

It is being consumed.

Not by fire.

Not by war.

But by something far worse.

Something that feeds on what remains after loss.

The Heart of the Story

At the center of Carrion are the Euratians—beings bound to creatures known as Morflings. These bonds are not just power. They are identity. Strength. Survival.

And now…

They are being hunted because of it.

Because the stronger the bond—

The deeper the feast.

Why This Story Matters to Me

This story isn’t just something I wrote.

It’s something I’ve lived through in pieces.

Not in the literal sense of monsters and worlds, but in the emotions behind it—loss, connection, and the fear of what happens when something important begins to slip away.

Working in construction safety, my day-to-day is centered around making sure people make it home. That perspective has shaped how I think about survival, responsibility, and the weight of what’s left behind when things go wrong.

That same weight exists in Carrion.

Every decision matters.

Every bond matters.

And not everyone makes it through.