In Zion Ridge, kings don’t wear crowns. They carry cattle ropes, broken ribs, and secrets the valley won’t say out loud. Elijah “Eli” Brooks is a young Black ranch hand on the edge of nowhere—overlooked, underpaid, and written off as “all skill, no spine.” The valley knows his slingshot tricks. Nobody cares about his name. Until the giant comes. When legendary gunman Goliath Graves rides into town and dares the whole valley to stand, Sheriff Silas Thorne fails in front of everyone. Eli steps forward with nothing but a sling strap, a steady aim, and a quiet ache he can’t explain. One shot drops the giant. The bell on the hill rings with no hands on the rope. The Wind shifts. And a boy nobody saw becomes the name everybody whispers. But the miracle that saves Zion Ridge puts a target on Eli’s back. A jealous sheriff plots his death. A ruthless enforcer turns an ambush into open bloodshed. An old blind preacher, Josiah Benton , anoints Eli at the Anointing Stone and dies with a prophecy on his lips: “You’re the unseen king, son… but heaven sees you clear.” When Thorne burns the Brooks ranch and a loyal friend—deputy Jalen Ward —takes a bullet meant for Eli, the valley breaks in two. Eli buries his brother in secret, refuses to kill the sheriff, and rides out as an outlaw with a conscience: hunted by the law, hidden by the people, tethered to a destiny he doesn’t want but can’t outrun. THE UNSEEN KING is a Black Western allegory of David—set in a frontier world of dust, bells, and Wind where: Prophets are blind men with calloused hands. - Kings are ranch hands who’d rather stay small. - Law can be corrupt, but justice still rides. - A valley quietly chooses between fear and freedom. This is Book I of The Unseen Kingdoms Saga —a mythic, soul-deep Western cycle where each territory echoes a different story of scripture reborn in Black cowboy skin. It reads like a movie and hits like a testimony: Giant-slayer duels at the Twin Ridges - Fire on the Brooks land - Secret burials in Widow’s Orchard - A king who rides away before he’s ever crowned If you’ve ever felt unseen, overlooked, or called to more than the life in front of you, this story rides for you. Because some kings aren’t crowned in gold. They’re crowned in dust, grief, and obedience— long before the world ever kneels.