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

But after she strained to listen better, the screaming transformed onto wailing, Chilton saw some figures struggling to break free, on the wooden bundle, where the fire roared on, there was a bunch of hot coal underneath them, sparks popped and snapped then disappeared. Chilton went nearer to inspect, the figures weren't domestic animals one bit, but human beings bondaged on the bundle of fire, struggling and burning noisily. It was frightening to look at, as their fleshes were charred and crisped, while some melted into the fire that enveloped their bodies, smoke and soot danced above them. 


Chilton's breathing suddenly became shallow; her forehead was covered with trinkets of sweat, she couldn't pump out air from her lungs effortlessly anymore, a stifling fright rummaged through her body, that she was almost crippled by it. 


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