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

Outside, the moon had come up for its night shift and the clouds were thinned and vanishing, they walked hand in hand, leaving the house behind, but as they stepped out onto the barren lands surroundings, they glanced upon a shimmering, like that of ghost. Then the sky began to darken and the moon, even the stars, was enveloped in its darkness, diming before vanishing before their eyes. Suddenly from the shimmering, an image began to metamorphose, it was a blur at first, before it turned into a hideous monster, specifically, it was the monster that attacked May and Tiki at the monastery days earlier, with its six eyes and its sagging, sloppy skin resonating with the fear it gave and fed of, it glided in the air, waiting, expecting, admiring, but it didn’t attack, all its eyes were lost in surrender. 


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