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

Chilton ignored her, “I am here to kill you, Helena. You must pay for the deaths of Dacio your mate, and Saffron your son. I must bring justice for them both,” she loomed. 


Helena shrugged, “For those weaklings you mean. They were males; they’re only mere properties, not above the goats or pigs that roam the realm.” 


“Just because of their weakness, doesn't make them less human. They possess souls and emotions, exactly as we do. Don't they deserve to love, to feel the sun of freedom upon their skins?—” 


“—Save me the sermon girl,” interjected Helena, who was irritated at this point, she strolled back and forth as she spoke, her shoulders high and her chest bulged out. “So you want to go against your own kind?” 


“It shouldn't be about my kind or their kind, aren't we not children of Hera?” asked Chilton. 


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