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

 And whatever you do, do not, and I mean do not stare at their legs for too long. . .” 


As they made their way through the vegetative arc, they found the interior so different than the other enchanted parts of the forest. For one the interiors had a quiet and peaceful atmosphere, with tall trees that possessed broad leaves and thick wide branches which held a collection of native huts above the soils, while the winds shifted through the leaves and the ferns and grasses on the ground. The rustling of wandering little petals of flowers and dried leaves was all the sounds that could heard in this enclosed portion of land which made the space look more or less bigger than a village square, at its corners and sides were fences weaved neatly with vines and broken tree branches. 


“There's no one here!” exclaimed Joanne, her face filled with a twang of disappointment. “Why did you even bring me here? Is it to teach me inner peace or to view the shitty scenery?” 


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