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

Back in the cursed land of Girar, the wave of magic that had emanated from Overa rippled through the very fabric of existence. It was a subtle shift at first, but one that quickly grew undeniable. The creatures of Girar—twisted, corrupted, bound by the curse—felt it. The humans who had long been oppressed, hopeless and broken, sensed something new in the air. Even King Sola, ensconced in his dark citadel, felt the tremor in the magic. 


The wind that carried the old magic from Overa swept through the land, gentle at first but gathering strength as it moved, touching every corner of Girar. For those long chained by the curse, the wind carried whispers of hope, a reminder of what once was—a life before the corruption had taken hold. 


But for King Sola’s army, the wind brought only fear. 


Chapter Eight: The Winds of Prophecy