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

May only nodded, “I understand.” she said, in between gasps of air, her voice was croaked and sheepish. Silence again, reminded them of where they were, that is until a scream ringed through the air, a scream of pain. 


Suddenly, two Vestals ran out of a room, across from where May and Tiki stood, the vestals ran in a frightful hurry, their face had horror etched over it. “Run!—Run! . . . It's coming!”? They screamed, and as they did, a gleaming arc of scythes blade cut between both of them, slicing them into different parts, till blood soaked their cloaks, and their eyes were popped as their body tumbled to the ground in demise. 


In the darkness that rose, lurked a monster that revered the light, it wasn't walking exactly, more like gliding, because its feet never touched the ground, but as it came, a blackness followed it. 


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