In Mount Kpamos Helena, locked in Robos’ dungeon struggled to breathe. Her wounds were not healing quick enough and this was because Robos had applied the Mekai, a golden liquid substance that was known to kill gods if it was stabbed into their hearts. But he had only applied a small amount to her injuries making it impossible to heal quickly, it was his demented way of punishing her. She squeezed her eyes in pain as the broken bones of her wrists merged slowly. Tears fell down her cheeks but her heart and mind was set; she would not reveal the whereabouts of her children. If they were destined to destroy the gods then she’ll happily die in the hands of her children so long as they lived. Her body may be broken but her spirit was not.
I hope Demeus is holding on as well as I am, she thought.
Memories of the day they both revealed themselves to each other came rushing into her mind.
Weeks after leaving Eyrotia for Mount Kpamos she found out that she was pregna
Demeus’ heart dropped, he felt a physical pain in his chest as the news hit him. How could this be? Surely she was lying, there was no way she could be a goddess. He couldn’t feel any current of powers from her but then again he had concealed his powers so that would make it impossible for him to feel powers from another god. “H-Helena…” he started. Helena who had completely misread his silence clutched his hands tighter. “I don’t care that you are human, Ramus. I don’t care about that, I love you.” Demeus stared speechless at her. Her eyes were hidden by the darkness that was beginning to form, the night was drawing near. In a stunned silence he stood up and lit the fire and two lamps in the room to illuminate the space. “Ramus I do not want to impose anything on you…” “My name is not Ramus,” he said in a low voice. His head was bowed. “What…?” Helena stood up, she intended to walk towards him in case she had not heard him cor
A guard stood by the door of Barigo’s room with his hand on his sword. He bowed in respect. “The priest is here your majesty.” Earlier in the day one of the priests of the temple had sent a messenger to bring news to him; if Eyrotia needed help conquering the nations around her then the gods would help but they had just one request. The messenger could not say what the request was, his only duty was to bring the message to the king and after he left Barigo sent for a priest for clarification of the message. Barigo glanced at the guard and waved a dismissive hand. He let his servant tie the knots of his robe then went to his throne room where the priest was waiting. The priest was a middle-aged man, tall and slim with deep-set eyes. He bowed as Barigo passed by him raising his scepter as a sign of peace. Barigo sat on the gilded chair that was set on the dais. Without wasting any time he asked, “What is it that the gods demand?” “The goddess of the ear
“What is it you want queen of Eyrotia?” Merea looked up and saw Goyre hovering a few feet above the ground looking down at her, her staff with the syra plant stop it was in her right hand as always. The words of the Jamark wizard came back to her. “You must make a deal with the goddess of the earth if you want your daughter to one day sit on the throne of Eyrotia. The king has the mind to reverse the coronation of your daughter as the heir to the throne, he has plans to give the crown to your stepdaughter, Phoenix. You must beware.” She fiddled with the ring the wizard had given her, it had a feature similar to the talisman she had given her daughter and the function was the same, the only difference was that the effect of the ring was to influence the decisions of the king. Merea bowed before the goddess. “Mother of the earth, I have come as a humble servant to seek your face.” “Present your request, Merea.” The temple was empty since
The next day the nobles gathered in the throne room awaiting the Goyre. In different chambers both Phoenix and Jumi were being prepared to be presented to the goddess. In Phoenix’ new chamber which was a vast improvement from the closet size room she had been using before, she donned the red tunic provided by queen Merea. Her new chamber was located after the royal chambers, Barigo had ordered that she should be given a room close to the royal chambers but far from Merea and Jumi to avoid conflict. The room had wider walls, a wash space where she could wash herself every morning and evening without worrying about flooding her room with water and the bed was wider and more comfortable. The tunic which Merea had given her was an ankle length tunic that stopped at her feet, the pins holding it up at the shoulders were made of gold that match the crown of gold leaves that rest on her red hair. While Jumi had servants attending to her and dressing her, Phoenix dressed herself. She
The next day and the days after a the Eyrotian army trained intensely. Day and night the soldiers trained and planned strategies. Basten, Teo and Dan were the youngest soldiers in the army but we’re given no preferential treatment. Odoi was in charge of their training since he was now a respected member of the army. He recognized Teo’s ability with the dagger and placed him in the league of a special army section called Shadow hunters. They were known as crawlers who moved in the shadows of the enemy, causing serious damages in the enemy’s barracks. Dan was more proficient with the bow and arrow, Odoi assigned him to the Archers' league where he was put under vigorous training in the use of Eyrotia’s advanced metal bow and arrows. While, Basten training intensely with the sword, with each training he got stronger, faster and better.True to her words, Phoenix made no attempts to watch him train. He did try to visit her in the castle but after a day of
A month after the soldiers marched to battle against Uromi, the atmosphere around Eyrotia was fraught with tension. Mothers prayed for the safe return of their sons a d for the return of the daughters sent to tend the needs of the soldiers in battle, people offered sacrifices and prayers to the gods for the victory of Eyrotia. But there was a tension far greater than any other, a tension that was born of fear and hatred. While the rest of the kingdom hoped for good reports from the Eyrotian army, Queen Merea was in a silent battle of her own. She raged at Barigo’s new treatment of Phoenix, it was as though he regretted his past actions to her and was seeking to make amends in their relationship. She could not have that! If that happened then he would defile the natural laws of the land by removing the crown from Jumi and giving it to Phoenix.As she sat in her bedchamber seething she did not notice the door open. Jumi pushed her head through the crack of the door and sa
Phoenix held her hand to her chest as Styx laid her on her back in the seer’s house. The bones at her shoulder were healing already but the pain was excruciating as fragments of her bones meld with each other, if she had her full powers the process of healing would be less painful but since her powers were still being restricted by an incomplete seal made by Helena, only bits of it could flow through her veins to accelerate her healing.“What happened?” the seer asked. As frail as he was he was quick on his feet to check Phoenix’s injuries. When he touched her hand she yelped in pain.The ride to the seer’s home had been excruciatingly painful because the roads were rough and tedious for the horse to navigate. The galloping of the horse made pain vibrate throughout her body. The king’s healer had refused to heal her, he refused to touch her because he like everyone else would not be associated with a taboo. So Styx had taken a horse
Phoenix was dragged to the king’s room where Barigo sat at his table with a tray containing dishes in front of him. Merea stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders, noble men and women of Eyrotia stood at different sides of the room. All except Barigo looked down on her with contempt as the guards dropped her roughly on the ground. She clutched her wounded hand to her side as she knelt before them all. “As you requested, your majesty, we have brought her.” “I instructed you to bring her here, not drag her like a slave!” Barigo yelled. The guards bowed their heads but they glared at her with hate. The other guard brought Styx in and the seer followed him. “What is the meaning of this, Barigo?” the seer demanded. Barigo ignored him and regarded Phoenix with concern. “What happened to your hand?” “It got injured during my training session with Styx, father,” Phoenix replied between hiccups of unshed tears. “That is not the question
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