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

There was a path, a path made by soil, shattered stones, and pebbles that lay disorderly, like the whole construction was an afterthought of some kind. At both sides of the path stood huts; series of a dozen of them on each side. The huts were peculiar to say the least; they were made of brownish muddy clay and were roundly shaped, with no windows or doors, just a circular opening at the façade that acted as an entrance and exit. 


Strangely, the huts had no roof, because inside of each hut was an erected tree stringing out of them; they had a thick brownish bark. The trees were stout and only covering the huts in which they were erected in and their branches and leaves acted as a roof, their greens were outstretched and spanned a large radius, protecting the bizarre structure from the brashness of the weather with their leaves and branches. 


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