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The Holy Gatherers is a spellbinding fantasy novel set in the mystical world of Overa, a hidden land governed by ancient magic and fierce warrior women. Protected by sacred trees blessed by the Goddesses, Overa has thrived, untouched by the corruption that plagues the outside world. However, this fragile balance is threatened by the dark forces of Girar, ruled by the tyrannical King Sola, whose curse has plunged the land into decay and despair.

The story follows Tiya, a young woman raised in Overa, who unknowingly carries a powerful secret-she is the first of three sisters born from a sacred Goddess tree. Marked by destiny, Tiya struggles to control the light and darkness within her, a battle that could either save her world or doom it to destruction. Alongside her closest companions, Meme and Ivy, also tied to the prophecy, Tiya must navigate the dangerous and complex truths of her past.

As the trio uncovers their shared destiny, they are thrust into a battle that spans worlds, pitting them against the growing corruption in Girar and the ancient powers that bind them. With the once-protective magic of Overa unraveling, the Holy Gatherers-elite warriors tasked with saving newborn sisters from Girar-must now look inward, facing not only the external threat but also the darkness within themselves.

The Holy Gatherers is a tale of sisterhood, sacrifice, and the eternal struggle between light and dark. It explores themes of destiny, the burden of legacy, and the ultimate power of unity. As Tiya, Meme, and Ivy come to understand their roles in the prophecy, they learn that to restore the world, they must first face their own shadows-and the shadows of the past. Will they fulfill the prophecy and restore balance, or will they fall to the darkness threatening to consume them all?

Epic battles, rich magic, and deep emotional bonds make this an unforgettable journey into a world where the line between salvation and ruin is as thin as the blade of a sword.

The Holy Gatherers

The day we all have been waiting was upon us. We were no longer trainees but skilled warriors. A ceremony was held for the announcement of the leader among the new Holy gatherers. 


Mother Cora was standing under the Goddess of War tree as we knelt around. We were fully dressed in crystal armors. 


Meme and I had not cross paths since that night. By the time I returned to our bed chamber, she was not there, and all her belongings were gone. I asked the rest of the new recruits if they have seen her, none of them knew where she was. 


I was about to leave in search of Meme when Ivy came in drying her wet hair “They moved her. She is no longer our equal.” When I looked at her with confusion, she continued “She did not tell you. I was sure you knew, being her friend and all that” Ivy was enjoying my devastation as she spoke 


The Union of Mothers