Allow me to compel you into realms of my imagination. Allow me to take you on a journey, to a world of goddesses and demigods, of monsters and evil Regents, of prophecies and heroines/heroes.

In the beginning was a world ruled by Men, which was filled with wars and death. The tribulations of the Mortal realms came to the attention of the Greek gods and goddesses. Zeus (King of the Heavens) held a meeting in Olympus to end the sufferings of the mortals. But the devious Hera (Queen of the heavens) blamed Man for the destruction of the mortal realm. And when the gods were against it, Hera connived with other goddesses to make an elixir that transferred dominance to Women, causing a paradigm shift across the mortal realms. Then the goddesses dwelled in the mortal realms to teach and create fantastical cities, that is, until they vanished to the heavens. Then millions of years passed as mortals flourished in peace, before dark forces began rising.

A generation of teenagers: Chilton and Chilonis, Tiki and Rode, Lozen and Joanne are all descendants or legacies of these goddesses, who are determined to roam the perilous cities and battle evil and participate in a competition called the Heraen games: where the winners who find the ‘Urn of Nike’ lives and the losers die.

‘Daughters of Hera: legacies of goddesses’ is a YA/NA dark fantasy that combines Greek mythology with world building, and multi-characters, which would appeal to a broad audience among fans of George R. R Martin’s ‘Game of Thrones’ and Rick Riordan’s ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’ series respectively.

Daughters of Hera

Moment later, the rain choked the clouds above, gathering more in quantity and falling intensely, driven by a turbulent wind. The skies became darker than usual, clouds clamored together to hide the sun, it was clear a thunderstorm was about to commence without due warning. Chinelo glared at this truth too while she read the forthcoming weather forecast, and as they approached a settlement, after a ridge filled with mucky waters and grass covered rock mound, they discussed the next course of action, with the sound of their horses’ hooves splattering on the wet ground. 


“We have to go faster, a thunderstorm is approaching. I do not think we’ll want to be in it when it begins,” said the older sibling loudly, she spoke with haste, her hair being flown back by the wind. 


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