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

The birds chipped slightly loud, flying away as Chilton approached, it seemed somehow too peaceful; the air was fresh and clear, with a scent of flowery fragrance of autumn spring, the trees were short and bountiful, petals of pinkish hue brightened up the scenery, which echoed quietness and tranquility. The Forested hill was pacifist, until she brought war. 


Holding a bow she stole, tightly held in her hands, and arrows etched in a quiver, her face held a frightful frown of anger, as she wasn’t impressed by the beauty of Mother Nature’s expressions, hate roamed deep within her heart, and she thought revenge was the cure for this pain, death had caused. Such anger, such aggressiveness, this the mare which she rode imitated, as it galloped rather fastly, through the harsh terrain of nature. 


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