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Heirs of Thea Note from the author
This book is a draft. To be finished it is very important that you tell me what do you think about the story. Even if you can't get through the first chapter, say it in the comments, that helps a lot. The first part of the story takes place on a fictitious island besides Ireland called Kreg, shortly before the Victorian era in the 1700s. It tells about a genius prince, and a prince with a big heart, and the mystery behind it. Their destinies, for some reason, always give a way to tie them together even though they came in opposite directions. There is not always a guarantee of a happy ending, but stories always find a way to continue. I talk too much, I know, but that's why this book was written!
Heirs of Thea - Prologue - The King 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
Heirs of Thea Arthur IV Prince from Castela
A long time ago, if you had strength, social standing, and achievements, people would call you a hero. Tales and poems would dramatize your deeds. In the midst of this culture where the brave were idolized. In a castle that will inherit many of these stories, lived Prince. A little boy who just woke up. He woke up as soon as the sun rose at his window. That morning, he gazed upset at the sky. His eyes narrowed, frowning with an open mouth. As if the sun had lied to him. But his baby fat made him look like the most armless being in the world. Well, nobody likes to wake up and find themselves on a Monday morning. "Chores and duties! I just learned how to run and talk!" Were the boy's thoughts at that moment. Still sulking, he gets up from the bed. The room was modest and comfortable. The only simple, non-intimidating place he knew was within the castle's gigantic, suffocating walls. The first thing he did in the morning was to wipe his face in a bowl of water next to his bed.
Heirs of Thea Lion II the Merchant of Castela
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
Heirs of Thea Melinda
Well… We haven't reached the protagonist yet! But here we will clarify any of your doubts and tell the story of the best and bravest warrior in the kingdom of Castella! Her wavy brown hair, dark eyes, and straight nose told everyone that she was of commoner origin. Because she started working at an early age, at the age of 20 she was the king's most trusted royal maid and servant. Moli was the nickname of Melinda the maid who served Arthur IV, the little prince of Castella. One of her gifts was her incredible battle instincts and stamina. Many wondered why instead of joining the royal knights, she chose to spend the whole day running and being pranked by the little prince. The truth was, although it was a stressful job, she was proud to take care of what she believed to be the next king of her lands. She knew that Arthur only made pranks because he was feeling alone and pressured. Over the years, Moli had been all the time besides the boy and knew him like an open book. Her life wa
Heirs of Thea Orange and red eyes
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
Heirs of Thea Zadkiel Alamex of Kreg
Do you think you have bad luck? I am unlucky! Everything is wrong! Or I would not be on the side of the villains! Just look at me now. Hiding in the shadows of a column, inside a luxurious castle, among thousands of shelves full of old books. Just like a church's tale. At least I think it does. The last maid who came this morning ran away in fear when she saw me. I think it was because my red eyes were reflecting the light or was it my white hair glowing? It could also be all the dust in this place looking like fog. Anyway, she shouted something like: Be the gone son of the demon! This place is way entertaining, I could not stop laughing. Then she came back and screamed more! God! Cleanse this evil presence. She said while doing crosses with her fingers. It was fun! I love having… I forgot the name of that. The important part is that I am allergic to sunlight, and have a somewhat blurry vision, but it is not an illness! It makes me beautiful as snow and my eyes look like
Heirs of Thea Rômulo Wohtinger
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
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Heirs of Thea Epilog
To your dearest Majesty,As your majesty favoured my last report I choose to start to report regularly in diary form.I apologize for missing the little prince hunt ceremony, I know how important of an event it was for your majesty.But the crowds would not do Harika any good in her actual state of health.I wish you majesty good luck with the international affairs.I assure your majesty that the princess will be in a safe place when the day comes.Castela is a country of warriors that will always resurge if one of them is left standing.My sincere regards,Ronald,Son of the first general of Castella,13° knight of the royal guard.27th MarchFrom now on, my training is over, and I shall be with the princess in integral time.I don't judge 4 days of training as enough, but I trust Melinda's judgment.If she thinks I am ready, then I will do my best from now on.It isn't as if I were completely alone, but please understand that the pressure is much bigger.Even though the responsibili
Heirs of Thea A strange comemoration.
That nice Soldier let me off his shoulders once we approached the plaza and I pridefully started to pull my card with that gigantic board on top.As expected, I was welcome with people applauding and calling my name.I'm starting to think this was worth it.Game and food stalls had sprung up in every corner of the plaza, and Castella flags hung all over the walls of the houses.The king himself was amid the public.With a crying prince in his Majesty's arms?Don't tell me he didn't manage it?It was so easy! For a beast, like himself, that should have been a piece of cake.More glory for me, I guess.His Majesty lets the crybaby in ah maid's arm and comes in my direction.He looks at my boar, who still has the big nail on his neck.-Well done boy, you completed the first step on the path to becoming a man.- He says patting my back. This man is much bigger from close…Wait.-First step?-
Heirs of Thea The hunt ends!
Those days had been very busy, but also very nice days.Busy means less study and more time out.I was helping the merchants move their heavy loads in the central plaza when father came out of the nothing.Everyone was startled, giving awkward greetings and clearing the way.Father does not usually leave the palace.The merchants released me from the ropes and said I could go meet him.I thanked them and ran to my father.He picks me up and lifted me in his arms.He talked about how I was already a big boy and those things.Then suddenly, he spoke about us having a last festival together.Those days, he has been somewhat strange.Always tired, and with that strange look in his eyes, as if he was seeing everything for the last time.I asked what of a festival it would be.He said, wait, he said…My first coming to age festival?!I jumped out of h
Heirs of Thea The hunt begins!
Don't get me wrong, I did not have a sudden change of heart.I was just playing a bit like any child my age.Think about it. My life is not in danger anymore, I have a splendid new plan and an even more wonderful back up here in Castela as a knight if something gets wrong.I was just appreciating a good ride through the capital at almost 11 am! When was the last time I got a chance like this? With my build and sun allergy, never!The wind was good. . . His shoulders were very comfortable too…Yes, I am talking about the past, or do you think you had gotten the chance to see my soft side for more time?I would never allow such humiliation!So, let's forget that ever happened and get to the present at once.What can I say about my actual instance?The muddy ground is dirtying my bots. I am still half away from the Forrest, and I'm already out of breath.Should I consider getting some training? ... Forget it, I will never waste one entire hour of my life on getting tired.Anyway, the rea
Heirs of Thea Harika
To your dearest Majesty,I was appointed once again the duty of writing a report about the progress of my new delegated tasks.I thought long about how and from where I should begin.From the moment your Majesty left? From the moment I fell truly into my role?I chose to follow my heart's desire and write everything until the last detail, to begin from the simple and genuinely beginning.Please don't mistake my world. It is not my intention to be rude or disrespect your Majesty.In my opinion, the priority here is not to write a fact-to-fact document. But a letter from a friend to a father.Even though I must admit, It resembles more a novel than a report.I did get carried away while writing.The royal scribes greatly praised my abilities.My ambition is to make you as close as possible to the princess, so you can feel as if your Majesty were beside her. When she grows into an independent little girl, you will know her as well as I do.I don't mean to rush anything, of course. For no
Heirs of Thea Now on A****n!
The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on a****n as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book on a****n has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on wenovel or goodnovel. The book on a****n contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!) Overall, reading the physical version of a book is always a more rewarding and comfortable experience. With that in mind I decided to publish the physical version of the book for those who feel that way too. Unfortunately, paper and ink are expensive. Anyway, hope you enjoy my work. By buying the book on a****n you will be helping me finish the second volume faster!
Heirs of Thea New joy
—Forward the coming-of-age festival? Are you sure, your majesty? —An agonized Rômulo asks in a desperate but still formal tone. The king, pacific as always, gestures for Rômulo to sit and calm down before making a statement. — You know the little prince, you know as much as I do that he is more than capable. If he is not ready, then we have time to prepare him to try again after years. Rômulo doesn't respond, I don't say anything either. I never bothered to study the Castellans rituals, now I feel they will be more relevant to me than I thought them to be. Rômulo sighs and relaxes in his chair. —And your majesty assumes that the little knight here will also be able to?- I knew he would be involved in this sooner or later. The king's sweet gaze turns to me and asks: —Zadkiel Alamex of Kreg, Knight of Castela, can you chase, capture, kill and dissect a wild boar? —When such a calm voice speaks such violent words, I am reminded that this is also the man who with his hands killed ma
Heirs of Thea 2 days until travel
The cold marble floor was wet, full of splashes. The noise of a child playing in the water catches my attention. No one was supposed to be here at this hour. Interestingly I walk towards the sound. When I manage to peek into the huge bathtub I see it. . . Him? Did he come here at this hour on purpose? The unnecessary sight burns my eyes. I don't scream, grab my clothes and silently head to the next room. The splashes continue. He doesn't seem to have noticed me. I quietly close the door behind me, locking myself in an uncomfortably small space. Desperately I stare at the door. You can't understand a thing of what is happening right now, can you? Well, I don't think I can do much right now, so I'll tell you exactly what happened. Yesterday I said I would enjoy my peaceful moment. And that's what I did, completed all the research and planning for the trip and took a good shower in the public bathroom. Unfortunately that was all the hours of sunshine allowed me to do. You already
Heirs of Thea 3 days until the travel
I wake up to the always sweet voice of Naukar mentioning my name. —Good morning, Zadkiel, it's time to wake up. Well, it's eight in the morning. I let you sleep three more hours because you looked tired. Did you have sweet dreams? — I make an exorbitant effort to open my eyes and sit on the bed. I still not looking at Naukar, I say. — If I had any, I just forgot them. — I hear a tray being placed beside me. The smell of freshly baked bread helps me to wake up. I yawn and stretch as much as I can to try to get myself out of sleep. A little more awake I start eating from the breakfast tray that was brought to me. —I'm on my way, if you need anything, tell me now. — Naukar declares while messing up my hair. I can get used to it. Honestly, I would like her to dress me up, make my bed and brush my teeth. But I think it's time to leave some luxuries behind and work on becoming more independent. —No, thanks, I'll do it myself.— I answer still a little sleepy. No, —Then I'll go, take care
