Heirs of Thea

Long ago, on an island called Kreg in Northern Europe, the new year was not celebrated. This was only an issue because the Pope had just declared it a sacred holiday. In Kreg Island, the King hated to celebrate parties that were not part of his culture. But it was not the same for citizens, the church was very popular for those who search for the hope of a better life. Most importantly, there was a Count who always defied royal authority, since every new year he insisted on having a big party and inviting all his servants for the countdown. It may seem silly to challenge the King for a simple party. But for the count, this was a way of showing the Old Fashioned King that modern practices had their advantages. No, the count could not be described as benevolent or a good person who loves to give banquets to his hungry people. But he was smart, with the end of the year party, the count gained popularity among the folk and the liking of the church, the secret ruler of Europe at that ti

Meanwhile, in a small town, lived an 11-year-old boy. With short brown hair and honey-colored eyes. His name was Lion. Yes, he is also not the protagonist, but surely, he is the one who even unwittingly unleashed an unimaginable sequence of disasters that will spice up our history. We will find him in a landscape quite different from that of the last chapters. This place has dry and infertile land. There is no castle here or even a large building. I am talking about the border between the kingdoms of Castella and Kreg, the neutral zone. Calm down, he doesn’t go hungry and has a comfortable home, but he’s one of the few to savor this privilege in this place. Inside this thin-walled wooden hut, we will find only two people sitting around the fire enjoying the evening, Lion and his old father. The horses outside show us that his father is a trader. Usually, in these lands, merchants are called vultures, but not this merchant. He was known as a fair and honest salesman, but that was

At the north end of Castela, we can find many interesting points. The main and only entrance to the Arctic Ocean in the east, the port of Camelot. The three beautiful, white and never crossed or climbed by any living being, the foggy mountains in the north. The east forest was where the great prophet was last seen. To the south flowed the majestic river of the mountains of the fog, the second largest river of Castela island. In the center, between the river, the mountains, and the forest, the capital, a joyful and large place. Home of the founder of Castela and the current King. Founded less than fifty years or two generations, it had its port and three walls. A fortress that alone resisted the attack of an entire nation, to further become the capital of a nation. And in the highest tower of this huge castle, a little prince was crying. He shouted and sobbed, on purpose, so that the wind would take his wails to the ears of someone who could help him. And if anyone heard. This

If you haven't noticed yet, I'm the protagonist and that's my story, then you can get used to the sound of my sweet voice. Now, to the teacher's office. Where is it really? Wait, I have a maid for this. Although she is still frozen. — So, I suppose I have to find the way alone. — I try to speculate in a loud, clear tone to wake her up. The maid recovers from the shock and finally responds in a low voice while turning her back to me. — I am under your orders, your highness, please follow me. — She's avoiding making eye contact with me, interesting. Her hair is black like most of the population of Kreg, she does not appear to have any striking features. If I were to describe her I would say that she was one of the many who is also strung by the castle to show the power of the king. The sound of wooden shoes echoed through the high corridors, the servant widened her steps as if to increase the distance in front of a pursuer. Unfortunately for her, as she increases her speed, I do the

One year later... I know, I know. Do you want to know what's going on with those other two characters in Castella? Unfortunately, I am the main character and I do not know what they are doing. You are not even interested in the fact that the war finally broke out, right? I feel betrayed by you. Curious about my contract? Well, now I will tell you only at the end of this chapter! And ... I'm bored by being stuck in that carriage all day. I look at Rômulo sitting across from me. To no one's surprise, he is sleeping like a baby, even though this carriage bounces and jumps like a mule on these mud roads. I take one of my books and throw it on his lap. He jumps in fright and hits his head on the ceiling before exclaiming an angry swear. — Oh, by the gods, Alamex. What do you want? — It's worth it. His face, that's the entertainment I wanted, but I won't say that. —Then I am not your highness anymore? — I ask, trying to use my child's face to my advantage. He looks at me, unmotivated