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 walked to where Helena laid unconsciously, her arrows slipped off from her quiver. With steady hands Chilton placed Helena's hand onto one another, and then she picked up an arrow only to drive it deep into Helena’s outstretched hands till it penetrated the ground itself, and blood gushed out grimly. “Now stay down!” she said. Then she walked towards her sister. 


Meanwhile Chilonis wasn't in her best of strengths, be it fatigue or the rigours of coma, but all the devices she employed had not been successful in putting the enchantress down, and as Chilton went to the large space, still with aching in her body, she discovered that Chilonis was in a worst condition than she had been, she was being pinned by wisps of mist from the enchantress, Chilton was appalled by the sight, she ran towards her sister with tears streaming down her eyes, with worry in her heart. 


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