Early the next morning Helena got a visitor. When the inn maid came in she announced that someone was outside the room waiting to see her. For just a second Helena’s heart almost stopped beating for fear that her presence was missed at Mount Kpamos and Robos had sent seekers to come and find her but as soon as the fear came it was quickly dispersed as she remembered that Robos did not care where she was or how she lived her life unless he wanted to get between her legs so she asked the maid to let the visitor in since it could either be Robos or Banjo. But it turned out to be Likia, Banjo’s wife. The tall dark woman was wearing a lightweight white tunic with and a bright smile. She looked even more beautiful than she did when Helena met her at the fishermen’s village.
“Helena,” she opened her arms wide and hugged Helena like a long-time friend. Helena leaned into the hug. She liked Likia. The woman was genuine and was indeed a good friend.
“I see you got the dresses I sent,” Likia said as she pulled back from Helena. She took in the cream-colored silk tunic she had sent to her through the innkeeper. “This color looks good on you, Helena.”
“Thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
Likia waved her gratitude aside with a smile. “You don’t need my help to look beautiful Helena, I’m just doing my bit to see that you and Ramus find happiness.”
The last statement made Helena’s breath catch. She chuckled softly to hide her true feelings from Likia’s watchful eyes as she turned away from her. “What are you talking about?”
Likia walked around and faced her. “Don’t take me for a fool Helena, even a blind man can see how you and Ramus feel about each other. You should do something about it instead of trying to hide how you feel. Maybe you should approach Ramus today and let him know how you feel.”
“Isn’t that too bold?” Helena asked, all thoughts about denying Likia’s words all but forgotten. This was the first time she ever found herself doubting her prowess and it amazed her to think that she was seeking advice from Likia, a mere mortal.
Likia laughed at her question. “Some men like bold because they are too pigheaded to approach a woman. If you desire a man I see no wrong in your approaching him yourself especially if you know he feels the same way about you.”
“And if Ramus doesn’t feel that way about me?”
Likia smiled a knowing smile. “Then you must be blind, Helena.” She moved behind Helena to the stack of scarves the maid had set aside for Helena’s hair and selected a light silk see-through scarf with gold threads around the edges. “This should enhance your beauty,” she said as she placed the veil on Helena’s head and started to work on securing it in her hair. As she worked her eyes fell on the bracelet on Helena’s wrist and her lips quirked up to one side. “Where did you get that beautiful bracelet?”
Helena’s hand automatically went to cover it. “Uh…Ramus bought it from a jeweler in the market.”
“It’s a very beautiful bracelet.” Likia secured the last pin in the veil and came to stand in front of her. “A man would not buy something so beautiful for a woman if he did not have feelings for her. We are humans Helena, we don’t know for sure how long we’ll live so why not take risks and enjoy the moment? Do something daring and don’t think about the consequences.”
As Helena went out to meet Demeus Likia’s words rang in her ears. She was daring but if she was to take a bold step with Demeus it would be the most daring thing she would have ever done. As the thoughts ran through her head she found herself avoiding his gaze as they moved through the village.
Demeus pointed out places to Helena as they walked. She made noncommittal noises in response to his words, she had been different yesterday and he found himself wondering if the change in her demeanor had something to do with what he may have done yesterday. Her head was bent low and it was a shame because the veil heightened the color of her hair and added light to her eyes making her look ethereally beautiful. She didn’t even smile at him or make scathing comments like she was wont to do.
Many times, through the course of the morning, he wanted to ask what baffled her but he held his tongue. After a while, however, he could not keep quiet any longer.
“Is something wrong Helena?”
Her head shot up immediately. Her eyes were wide in surprise.
“What do you mean?”
Demeus stopped walking and pulled her into the shelter of the street corner where they would not obstruct the traffic of people using the road and also have privacy to talk.
“You have been quiet all morning and that is unusual for you. Is something wrong?”
Helena started to stutter a reply but she stopped short and took a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong.”
“Perhaps you are tired? Do you want to go back to the inn?”
“No no I don’t. I’m not tired.”
“Have you received bad news from your father?”
“No, Ramus.” Helena crossed her arms across her chest angry that she was so tongue-tied. “Why does it matter, Ramus?”
He frowned. “Because I am concerned about you and I have come to like your sharp tongue when you want to criticize me. It’s one of your unique traits.”
“Are you saying talking is the best thing about me?” Helena asked in a sudden surge of energy. She rested her hands on her waist and looked at him askance. Demeus pressed his lips together to keep from laughing out loud. Her spirit was back and the fire in her eyes returned. “Why are you staring at me like that?” she demanded.
“Because you are a beautiful woman Helena and your fiery spirit makes you even more beautiful.”
She swallowed. He was being so forthright with her and it made her heart leap. Maybe Likia was right. The woman was under the impression that Helena was a human when she said life was too short but she was right, life was too short for Ramus and she wanted to see where her desires for him will lead. The fact that he already complimented her more than once was proof that he felt something for her too but he was leaving the ball in her court. With an inward sigh, Helena reached out and held his hand and smiled.
“Thank you, Ramus. Thank you for caring but I’m alright now that you’ve shown concern, I was only trying to get your attention…”
“But you’ve had it all along,” he said in a voice made even deeper with emotion.
“Have I ?” she smiled at him.
“Since you stumbled upon us at the sea.”
Helena laughed even though her breath caught at his words. “I am glad to hear it. I’m sorry I almost ruined your day with my mood but let’s not ruin it any longer. Show me what else Eyrotia has to offer.”
After wandering all morning they came upon the temples. The square where the temples were located was quite busy as people moved up and down their businesses. Some were entering different temples to present their offerings and offer their prayers, some priests were moving around to attend to the people seeking to make offerings to the gods and some other simply sold things outside different temples. There were temple prostitutes who lingered around calling out to passersby. Helena gazed at the tall, beautiful buildings in awe. There were many temples and she was deeply awed by the beauty of the temples but not surprised because mortals were known to spend their precious possessions pleasing the gods and if pleasing the gods required them to give up their gold and silver they would happily do it because they wanted favors from the said gods. Back at Camelorn, there were temples for her, Robos, Termla, her daughter Ashterah and many other gods of Camelorn. During festivals, the gods w
For the fourth time, Demeus thought he would scream at the top of his lungs if Helena cooed over the beauty of the temples one more time. She acted as though she had been trapped for a long time in a dungeon and this was her first chance at seeing the light and the things it contained. However, he did not know that he wasn’t so far from the truth. Helena’s life at Mount Kpamos could be described as a prison of some sort since she could not do whatever she wanted back at home without being reminded of the wife of who she was. For the first time in a long time, Helena felt genuinely happy and free. The world held a bigger, brighter light that held her transfix and every time she looked back at Demeus and he smiled at her she wanted to grab him and kiss him and thank him for doing this for her. He was so patient, so kind and his ear was open to her every talk. Often times she caught herself reaching down to hold his hand then she caught herself and linked her arm through his. It pained
Helena was beyond confused. One minute she had standing by the stone statue watching her handsome escort being led away by his friend. As she stood waiting for him to come back three people approached her, two men and one beautiful dark-skinned woman between them. Helena realized she was staring at them when the woman smiled at her and she immediately averted her eyes. The woman and her crew came to where she was standing beside the statue. Helena shuffled from foot to foot as she waited. “Aren’t the sculptors of Eyrotia talented?” the woman said to Helena. Her voice was light and melodious like the voice of a singer and Helena immediately felt at ease with her. She turned to see the woman running her hands all over the sculpture in appreciation. When the woman smiled at Helena she smiled back. “I was just saying the same to my companion,” Helena said to her with a wave of her hand towards where Demeus and Torlan had disappeared. The woman’s eyes travelled to where H
Neither Helena nor Demeus spoke as they headed back to the inn. Torlan had departed from them long ago to drink at a tavern. Demeus suspected that his reason for leaving them was beyond his need to fulfill his love for drinking and whoring. He could sense that both Helena and Demeus needed a moment to shake off the shock of being attacked. For Helena, it was her first time experiencing such from mere mortals. For Demeus it was not his first time being attacked since he often disguised himself as a human but he could sense from Helena’s sullen countenance that she was shaken from the experience. As they walked in silence in the busy streets of Eyrotia with the traders calling to people to buy their wares and drunken men falling over one another in the dying light of the day Demeus cast concerned glances towards her. After a while, he pulled her close and draped his arm around her shoulder. She looked up at him with bright blue eyes and smiled. She was extremely grateful for h
Present time. The chiefs of Eyrotia were gathered around the child who was wrapped in a light brown shawl and placed in a woven carrier. Her eyes were open and bright. Her eyes were as fiery red as her hair and they twinkled brightly against the lamp-lit palace interior. Every chief and nobleman present was quiet as they awaited the arrival of the seer who was to come and tell them the meaning of the birth of a child who was so different from both her father and her mother. In the birthing room, Queen Herentik was in tears as she rested on the bundles of clothes the midwives bunched around her to hold her up during birth. Her tears were born of hopelessness for she knew that the prophecy of the seer must come true. A year before she conceived the seer had visited her in the early hours of the morning to tell her about the prophecy sent to him by the gods. In the prophecy was the birth of a child that would bring her sorrow so profound that age would w
Three months after the birth of the child Oya visited the palace in the dead of the night in the disguise of a fellow servant along with her daughter, Goyre, a tall slim goddess with a figure that was a replicate of her mother's. She was the product of Oya’s unfaithful affair against Demeus. They both looked down on the child who slept peacefully in the arms of her mother, their skin color and other features a clear contrast. “So this is the child of Demeus? The child of prophecy?” Goyre looked into the child’s face. “She looks just like any mortal would. Are you sure she is a goddess mother?” “The prophecy says so. She was born of two gods after all” Oya touched her daughter’s head of thick black hair. “Goyre, you must promise me that you’ll find a way to get rid of the prophecy. It must never come to pass. If it does, everything we know and have will get destroyed.” Goyre looked up at her tall, elegant mother with gleaming black skin and dee
A week after Phoenix’s 10th birthday the princess Jumi turned 7 and a feast was thrown to celebrate the anniversary of her birth with Phoenix in attendance as her personal maid. It was a wonderful, evening with the setting sun casting a golden glow on the kingdom. The palace was a buzz of activities with the servants, cooks and guards moving about to ensure that all was ready before the arrival of the guests who were mainly chiefs and nobles. Phoenix walked through the ever-bustling street of King’s road. The King’s road was so-called because it was a direct passage to the king’s castle. She was on a mission to collect Jumi’s robe, a special present from Queen Merea, from the royal weaver. Her cloak was around her shoulders as she hurried on, she was supposed to have collected the cloth since the early hours of the morning but the head servant had tasked her with the duty of cleaning the kitchen storage room and peeling the ingredients required to prepare the meal for the fe
As soon as the door to the huge hall was open the musicians at the corner of the room began to play their instruments. The room was brightly lit with lamps and sconces. Servants were milling around carrying plates and goblets to and from the large table that was set on the king’s dais. Around the king’s table were the head of noble households. Noblemen and women of 10 in number sat with the king while the lower part of the hall was set up with tables and velvet-covered chairs for their families. The crowd of people in the hall rose in honor of the queen and princess as they passed by the guests and made for the king’s table. As they passed friends of the queen reached out to congratulate Jumi on her birthday, many of them handed the gifts they brought for her to Phoenix until she was hidden under loads of gifts. “Here comes the princess of Eyrotia,” king Barigo announced as he rose from his seat and held out his hand to his daughter to support her ascent on the king’
So I didn't want to make this book long. I hate writing long books! So I have decided to stop Phoenix' story here. Book 3 will be coming out soon but it might take a while because I am literally exhausted. I know there are a lot of lose ends in both Phoenix and Cleopoda's books but those lose ends will be tied in the third book since that's the final book in the series. I really feel like hiring a ghostwriter at this point because my arms and creative juices are screaming for help. Hehe. But I'll write the third book soon. Till then...adios
The crowd of people watched withdrawn breathes as Goyre mounted the podium. Basten was on his knees on the podium facing the crowd. At the edge of the execution field, his mother cried and wailed, pleading with the goddess. “My son is innocent!” She cried. “He was bewitched by the cursed princess.” Rudo held her back, his eyes blazing with hate for Merea. How did he let himself become manipulated in her web of lies and deceit in her eagerness to assume the most powerful seat of Eyrotia? How he was sacrificing his son because she declared him an obstacle to her plans. He remembered her words. “Sacrifices need to be made.” He was paying the biggest price for being on her side. Goyre fashioned a sword from her metal gown and held it over Basten’s head. She looked at the crowd gathered. “This is a lesson to everyone who stands against queen Merea. And to anyone who chooses to betray me.” She raised the sword, it caught the sun on its shiny surface. As she
Goyre stared in horror at the realization of her terrible mistake. If she had doubts about Phoenix’s godhood before, they were gone as soon as she realized that Phoenix’s blood was the one ingredient needed to create the superhumans Uruel was obsessed with. By ingesting her blood the wolves now shared 1/8th of her powers. The fact that they had transformed into her likeness also meant that they shared her image too. Furious with herself for her mistake Goyre locked the courtyard door and headed for Eyrotia. If she could not hurt Phoenix now that her anger was still fresh then she would hurt her some other way. Merea was getting ready for the public execution of Phoenix and Basten when Goyre appeared to her. “My lady.” Goyre scoffed at her pretentious submissiveness. “The time has come for you to give the blood sacrifice I demanded in fulfillment of our agreement. Life for my help with your ambitions.” Even though the agreement had been a farce on Goyr
“What do you mean my son is arrested for treason?!” Rudo demanded. Merea walked away from him. She had ordered the guards to throw Basten and Phoenix in the dungeon and sent some other soldiers out to look for Teo, Dan and Styx. Rudo hastened his footsteps to match hers. “It pains me to say this but your son was found with Barigo’s precious daughter,” she spat with malice. “And it seems that she has bewitched your son like she did the king. They were planning to disband from the army, it may also please you to know that it is rumored that Phoenix and her band of friends seek to overthrow the king and install her as queen even before his demise.” “Does the king know about this?” Merea stopped walking, turned to him and smiled. “He does, and he has given me the freedom to do as I like with them. The king is on my side, are you Rudo?” He looked down at the ring she twisted between her thumb and index finger. He understood her question, in fact, h
She was served food and wine but she could barely eat a bite, not when her hands and feet were bound. And she couldn’t have stomached any food if she tried. Not when she kept thinking about Uruel’s betrayal. Was this his plan all along? To lure the soldiers of Eyrotia out so that he could easily conquer the nation? Was the marriage announcement just a farce? Were the men of Eyrotia dead already? Basten? Teo and Dan? Styx? “You have not eaten your majesty, you must be hungry after my men hauled you from Uromi.” “Where am I?” The spokesman for the men, the one who had first spoken to her where she was taken to the room, replied her. “Your mistrust of us is very disheartening, your highness, considering the fact that we are your soon-to-be subjects. You are in safe hands, we have orders to keep you safe and well-fed, if anything happens to you we will be killed.” “Something will happen to me if someone doesn’t explain what is going on here,” she said thr
She fought against the stronghold on her hands. Something was sliding along her legs, soon she felt something stronger hold her legs and hands together. How had she or any of the other soldiers lost guard? They were supposed to have at least sensed the invaders! One moment she was looking at the bodies of the soldiers tied upside down and the next moment a strong hand was clamped so tight around her mouth that her screams were stifled. She saw with horror the ruthlessness of the invaders, how easy it was for them to slit the throats of the men nearest her. When they dragged her away she couldn’t see Basten or Teo and Dan but the men of Eyrotia were already aware of the attack at this moment and were fighting back. None of them even knew that she had been dragged off. After all, she wasn’t of any importance to the army or any of the men there. Would Basten know she was missing? Was he dead? Dread seized her heart at the horrifying thought. Suddenly the men’s transport
The cry of anguish rang throughout the entire kingdom. It was barely dawn when the disaster struck. The outer villages were burnt down to the ground. Men, women, children and animals, were all killed. More than that, the soldiers who had been stationed in Uromi to occupy the land for the king were killed. A messenger came running in the early hours of the morning, bloody and tattered on a tired horse. He told a sickening tale of slaughtered men. According to his accounts, the men were sleeping when a group of men dressed in clothes as dark as the night showed up and quietly slit the throats of the soldiers of Eyrotia. He had seen this on his way back from the woods where he went to relieve himself. The attacks on the outer villages were described in the same way; men dressed in black snuck in and killed everyone before burning the villages completely. “Who could have done this?” was the question on the lips of everyone. “It could be the men of Uromi seeking to take r
Phoenix stared up at the elegantly carved ceiling. There was a cold cloth pressed to her head. The servant taking care of her worked silently as she pressed the wet cloth against her forehead, returned it to the bowl of ice-cold water to wet it again but to Phoenix it felt as though every move she made was amplified by some strange powers in a hundred folds. The image of Uruel standing in the room donned in his armor after the brilliant light he had caused dimmed was imprinted in her memory. She remembered how her breath completely stopped from the shocks of one night. What was Uruel doing here and why had the king said he had intentions of marrying her? Surely there must be some sort of mistake, she thought. She started to rise but the maid held her down gently. “You must stay down, princess.” The word Princess was beginning to grit her nerves! She didn’t want to stay down, she wanted to stand up and find answers to the sudden events. “What time is i
Two days later it was announced that the king was throwing a huge feast to celebrate the capture of Uromi. In their honor a two-week celebration was announced, the celebration of the festival of Fists which was supposed to be at the near end of the year was moved up to honor their bravery. There was much to be done, a lot of preparations to be made but first, there was something important going on in the royal house. The third day after the soldiers returned Barigo invited the nobles for a small celebratory dinner and a special announcement. Phoenix dressed in the white gown trimmed with red thread at the hem Goyre had gifted her with along with the one of hold thread hemming the edge and the white slippers which she wore Patry had given her when she left the pantheon. The bright color of the dress set off the color of her eyes and hair. She was securing her veil over her hair which she packed high on her head when the door to her room opened. She turned arou