The child cried in anguish throughout the night. If any felt pity for her at the hour of her birth they hated her now because she cried so much she kept half the palace awake. Her shrill voice rang out and tears spilled down her cheeks unto her straw bed but there was no one to comfort her. People rolled and tossed on their beds but no one would make an effort to seek to comfort the crying baby. Of course, they didn’t want to be associated with a curse, after all, who would associate themselves with a child even the gods themselves rejected?So Cleopoda cried until the break of dawn, her head hurt badly, her skin was hot to the touch. There were voices in her head, so many voices and many of them seem to curse at her, although as a newborn she couldn’t quite understand anything they said so all the voices, the yelling in her head were a chorus of rando
From her place on the floor with her knees hugged to her chest Emilia wished she could find some sleep but sleep eluded her throughout the previous day, throughout the night. The child’s shrill cry had kept her awake but she barely heard the cries when she was so lost in her thoughts. There was no reason why she would be cursed with such a child when she never did anything wrong, she offered her sacrifices and respected the traditions of both Intavia and Camelorn. There was no reason she should birth a curse. More than once Ilena had come to her door to knock and she refused to answer. She refused to see anyone, talk to anyone or even accept food from the maids Ilena sent to her. She simply cried her eyes out and stared into space at regular int
“You whore!” Emilia looked up from where she was squeezing her tunic and gowns in her trunk to see Octavius storm into her room with rage clearly etched out on his face. His face was red and his hair stood out on ends. He advanced towards her like a mad man with his fists clenched at his sides. “What do you mean by that?” she asked with barely restrained anger. She struggled to keep her own hands by her side when she itched so hard to hit him across his face till his nose bleed. “You deceived me! Why did you lie to me about g
Days later, Emilia remained in the shelter of her room, refusing to see anyone most especially that lying bastard Octavius. She didn’t care what he did anymore, he could go back to his mistress for all she cared, after all, she was the best thing he ever had. She waited day after day for an opportunity to escape and it provided itself when messages of razed fields and stolen crops got to the palace. Octavius was busy dealing with the new disturbance so she used her chance while she had it. Once night fell on the tenth day Emilia got up, wincing slightly as pain shot through her bruised side, she pulled her trunk, took it by the brass sides and lifted it. It was a bit heavy but she managed to heave it to her chest. She got to the door and pulled clumsily at the brass knob to open the door. The door opened to the dimly lit passage, it was empty, the guards
For two days Emilia rode hard to Intavia, tears blinded her eyes at intervals but for the help of the stable boy she would have run headlong into rocks numerous times. Her heart was shriveling from the weight of her sorry, she wanted so much to cry out and vent at the gods, to ask why was being dealt with such cruel blows when she never did anything to deserve it. She cried for the loss of her home, for the birth of a child she didn’t want anything to do with, and the death of a governess who was more of a mother than a worker. She couldn’t even stop along the way to eat she feared she would not stomach anything going into her mouth but when the stable boy needed to eat something and relief himself she let him go, giving him some more coins to take care of his needs. They got to the Intavia border in the dead of the night when the city had gone to sleep.
The light streaming into the room from the small window was dull but that was all Emilia needed to wake up, not that she had slept a lot during the night. At intervals, she awoke, hugged her knees to her chest, rocked on her heels and sometimes tears slipped out. She was so grateful that neither Ira nor Herman had pushed her for many details instead they had simply opened their door to accommodate her even though they had no reason to. There was no looking glass in the room but she was sure her eyes were puffy and red. As she rolled over on the thin bed she saw a small bowl of water on a rusted metal stand with a towel hanging from it, she smiled at Ira’s thoughtfulness. She stood up and washed, cleaning her face and hands with the towel before going outside to face her hosts.Ira was in the small kitchen over the stove stirring at a pot but Herman was
5 years later Cleopoda walked hesitantly towards the library where she knew Father would be. She never saw him, he never came to see her and whenever she requested to see him he refused to admit her to his chambers. Whenever she asked why Father never wanted to see her Mama Remin would tell her he loved her very much but was encumbered with his royal duties but he wasn’t busy this afternoon, she knew that because she had seen him come out of the Council room after the meeting with the nobles and head towards the library. She had run back to her chambers to wash her face, hands, and legs and to put on her purple tunic, the one Mama Remin made spec
“You sent for me Your Majesty?” Garius was in the throne room with Octavius sitting on the ancient seat where generations of kings once sat to make laws and plans for the growth of the kingdom. There was a change in the king, a very unpleasant change that Garius couldn’t shake. Octavius wasn’t the young, vibrant boy he knew, the one who ran riot with his younger brother, who planned mischiefs and still managed to remain the most responsible of the Camele brothers. If he had brushed that change off after the war with the Amires it came back in full force when Octavius would not send soldiers to find the woman who he would have died for once after she ran away, not until the nobles and Garius himself had started talking did Octavius send soldiers
Twice Cleopoda had wiped at the blood that dripped from her nose to the brown pages of the old book in front of her. She was grateful Garius wasn’t looking, sometimes the old man would be busy looking through the old books to care whether she read or not. But she read, she read because Garius asked her questions at the end of every session and he hit her cruelly and with frustration whenever she failed to answer correctly. It wasn’t easy to read the almost faded symbols and scripts from the old brown books, mouth the words which meaning she didn’t know and at the same time try to halt the voices in her head, they were so loud sometimes, they made her head ache and caused her nose to bleed but she did her best to hide it anyway. She scowled hard at the book in front of her and tried to make sense of the small letters, there weren’t any illustrations in this book like there were in the one of yesterday so she had to double her efforts to understand what was written.
I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.
Octavius stepped back at the sight of the change that came over the brother whom he thought he knew. "What do you mean Angus? Don't do anything stupid I beg you by the gods." Angus laughed as he reached into his robe. "I am not doing anything stupid. This is something that should have been done a long time ago. I am doing the gods a favor. I am doing Camelorn a favor by saving then from the one person who has caused many troubles on them." Octavius kept his eyes locked on Angus' and as soon as his hand came out from behind his robe he knew there was no use fighting. Angus thought of everything. In his hand was a dagger with a golden liquid covering it. It was the Mekai. The one liquid that was known to kill gods and make them wandering souls. "You really want to do this?" Angus approached him. From the corner of his eyes tears fell from Octavius eyes. He knew this was the end, knew this was all his life was coming to and in that last mom
Cleopoda ran hastily down the hall, her legs barely touched the ground as she ran. She feared that one of the people in the library knew she had been there and may come for her. Tears threatened to blind her as she went. Who would believe that Uncle Angus took so many years to plan his own brother's downfall? The same Uncle Angus who loved her when no one else did, the same one who brother food to her when she was younger, the same one who risked war with an enemy nation to see that she was brought back home. How can the man in the library be the same Uncle Angus? Some part of her was glad that Father would be stripped of his power as King of Camelorn, the other part of her heart broke for him. He loved his brother very much yet that brother planned for years on how best to take his kingdom away from him. She felt sad for him but her anger at his treatment of her over these years threatened to overcome her pity for him. Uncle Angus even knew of Amelia's infidel
Cleopoda ran down the length of the hall looking for Angus. It was amazing what one declaration from the mouth of a prince could do. Since Uncle Angus made that declaration of her royalty in the morning the servants had treated her with a little more dignity even though they were still wary of her.She wasn't used to having any servant look at her with anything besides disdain, as though she was a common thing stuck to the bottom of their sandals, and curiosity. Now some even bowed slightly. Even Demeris seemed to acknowledge her presence when she stopped in the kitchen for some food for Ajun.As she walked the length of the hall ignoring the soldiers who stood guard she looked from side to side hoping to catch a glimpse of her beloved uncle. She was just about to give up searching for him when she heard his voice coming from the library. She stopped in her tracks listened to be sure it was indeed Uncle Angus. Sure enough, it was he.The door of the
Octavius raised his hands to silence the people who only yelled more, pumping their fists in the air as they shouted. Octavius looked helplessly at the angry faces as they demanded that he open the gates so they can destroy the temple or do something about their predicament. They spoke simultaneously and loudly that he could not hear a single word.Taking a deep breath he raised his voice high above the din. "People of Camelorn what is it you want?"The replied all at once. Octavius' ears hurt at their shouts. He took another breath and shouted louder."I can not hear what you all are saying and as such can not respond to your complaints. If you may please chose someone to speak for everyone."It was an impossible task. They were an angry mob and everyone wanted to represent the crowd. After much time had been wasted with much pushing and fighting the people finally chose a certain merchant who held a little girl in his arms. He held her
Even before the day started Octavius already knew it would be a day he would dread. It started with Asterah visiting him, draining even ounce of his strength before the day even began. How the goddess could never be satisfied with sex he would never know. He was glad that he was able to please her this time. But as soon as she left him and he heard the knock on the door he knew his bad day was about to get worse.It was Angus who knocked. He wore a light tunic and over it was his royal robe of dark blue with the coat of arms of Camelorn sewn below its shoulder."Brother," Octavius greeted, doing his best to sound formal and regal. "You look well."Angus entered the room."You look terrible," he chuckled. Octavius laughed too but in his heart, he knew that he was indeed a miserable man. He picked himself from his bed and drew his robe around his shoulders with a show of confidence."Any news from Amire?" He asked Angus."Much news. They w
Cleopoda looked at a sleeping Ajun at the foot of her bed. The palace was quiet at this time of the morning, it was just before dawn but she was already awake. In fact, she couldn't sleep throughout the night because her mind was troubled. Since her return to the palace a week ago there had been changes. The servants were still the same as ever, eyeing her curiously and wondering why she should be allowed to live in the palace but there was a bit of respect for her too because Uncle Angus had commanded that she should be treated like royalty. She still had to cover her head and eyes when moving about the palace, especially when she had to go to the kitchen or the washrooms to hide the allure that drew people to her. But these things weren't troubling her, what was the fact that she had seen someone who didn't belong in the palace creeping around. Her surprise at seeing him there had held her rooted to the ground especially when she had seen from whose room he was coming from.
Days after they left the Summer Palace to Camelorn the tension was still high in the atmosphere. The talk and fear of war increased drastically and words of it were whispered from soldier to soldier and servant to servant. Cleopoda remained in her room because Angus told her to. She knew he feared that if she ever ran into her father, Octavius in the halls he would send her back to the temple or someplace where he may never find her again. Father never visited her and neither did his new wife, Amelia and it hurt her but by now she was used to his lack of concern for her. She wanted nothing more than to see Mama Remin and Strukus, maybe even pay a visit to Zenas at the temple if he was still there but she was to remain within the walls of the room Angus had the servants prepare for her. She shared her room with Ajun who did nothing more than to eat and sleep and read the books Angus sent to her through the servants, they were folklore with sketched pictures. The boy barely had storie
"What have you done Angus! I sent you to Amire to congratulate our new comrade and you went to stare up trouble! The king of Amire has sent messengers promising war." He turned hateful eyes to her and glared at her with so much venom that made her want to sink to the ground and die. "And what is this cursed child doing here in my palace?!" Shocked Angus moved to shield Cleopoda from his brother's hateful glare. He had not expected Octavius to be here. He had planned to hide out here and plan the next way to let his brother know he brought back his daughter. "What are you doing here, Octavius? I thought you were at the palace in Camelorn" "Angus answer my question, I did not come here to trade petty words with you. What is this cursed child doing here?" There was no way he could distract his brother decided to be blunt. "Your child!" "Not my child! I did not birth evil. How dare you bring her here? Do you not know she possesses ev