Prologue


    Sophia stood on the edge of the tower, overlooking Olympiad. The quiet vige of less than two hundred people went on peacefully. The way she fought for it to be. She looked up at the moon in the east and the sun zing in the west.


    Sophia felt movement in her belly and heat in her chest. The golden bands around her wrists glistened and an arrow shot through the blue sky.


    ‘Artemis.’ She gasped.


    Sophia picked up her white dress and raced into the castle.


    ‘Zeus!’ She screamed as she ran through the golden halls.


    ‘Apollo!’ Her voice bounced off the walls.


    Her heels clicked against the marble floor. She made it to the ground floor of the castle, but her husband and son weren’t there.


    ‘Your highness.’ Orion and five guards rushed in.


    Sophia could barely stand. Orion ced his hand on her waist and guided her to the study.


    ‘Where are Zeus and Apollo?’ Sophia sobbed.


    Orion sat her down, but she rose again. She shut the study door and walked to the window. Tears ran down her cheeks.


    ‘Athena’s feast for the locals is today and she wanted them there.’


    Of course, Zeus’ favourite daughter didn’t invite her step-mother. It didn’t matter.


    ‘Sophia, what’s wrong?’ Orion adjusted his sword.


    Orion was the general of Zeus’ army. He wore his glistening armour with pride nonpare.


    ‘It’s Artemis… she’s alive Orion.’


    Orion stepped back. The goddess’ body was never found, it couldn’t be impossible.


    ‘Are you sure, your highness?’


    Sophia wiped her tears and chuckled. ‘I can feel it. I saw her arrow sh across the sky.’


    The study doors burst open. Orion’s hand darted to his sword.


    ‘Rx Orion it’s just us.’ Apollo strolled in.


    Zeus embraced his goddess and pressed his lips against hers. ‘What is it? A guard told us you were in distress.’


    ‘Athena was not pleased.’ Apollo flopped on a chair behind the desk.


    ‘It’s Artemis. Zeus, I felt her.’ Sophia clutched her chest.


    Apollo and Zeus exchanged nces. Zeus gripped his wife’s hands and pressed them against his lips.


    ‘I know you want our daughter to be alive, but how could she have survived all those years? Could the mages have kept her? Unlikely, they probably killed her after learning she was a goddess.’


    Sophia chuckled. ‘Her arrow shot across the sky, just like the morning she was finally born. I felt it in my bones my love.’


    Zeus walked to the double doors leading to the balcony, his armour clicked against each other.


    ‘Something must have happened. A spell must have broken.’ Orion said.


    Sophia nodded.


    ‘I feel her too, more so recently. I thought it was a rue.’ Apollo murmured.


    ‘We have to bring her back. Summon Sris’s court!’ Zeus demanded.


    ‘No, they must not know a goddess is in their dimension. She won’t be safe. She’s likely lived in hiding her whole life.’ Sophia turned to Orion. ‘I want you to bring her home. I can only trust you Orion.’


    ‘Mother, Orion is a general. Let me retrieve my sister.’ Apollo stood.


    ‘And you are a god, Apollo. Your head is worth a pretty penny I don’t want to pay.’


    ‘I thought I was your favourite son.’ Apollo frowned.


    Zeus rolled his eyes. ‘Let’s keep that between us.’


    ‘Will you go Orion? Bring my daughter home?’ Sophia begged.


    Her blue eyes spoke to his soul and there was no way he could deny her. He bowed. Once more the doors burst open and several guards stormed in. They threw themselves to the ground.


    ‘Your highness. The North gate has fallen.’


    ‘What?’ Sophia gasped.


    ‘How can this be?’ Zeus demanded.


    ‘There was a battlest night, our forces were subdued. Their power was too immense. The invaders have entered Olympiad and headed straight for the vige in the south.’


    Zeus sneered. ‘How dare they attack Olympiad.’


    He brushed his red cape aside and brushed past his guards. Apollo and Orion followed behind. Sophia opened the doors to the balcony. Yet again Olympiad was under siege. A bigger threat than thest. She tilted her head to the blue sky and waited for the arrow to ze.


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    Emergency court meetings were never good. Thest time Queen Sris called for one was to announce her youngest son had turned into an angel of darkness and fallen from Paradis. The six elders took their ce on the smaller silver thrones either side of the king and queen’s thrones. I sat on a plush chair next to other lesser members of the royal court.


    I adjusted my sses as two people behind me whispered about a war with the angels of darkness. They wouldn’t dare. Prince Jason strolled in wearing his white uniform, his blonde hair pinned down by his heavy crown. He didn’t spare me a nce. Marcus stood beside the door with his hands behind his back.


    There wasn’t a seat for princes, he sat on the same plush chair as I did across the room. The king walked in with his head held high dimming the chatter in the room. His blue cape swished behind him. He sat on the bronze throne and red straight ahead.


    Avon might have been a king, but it was Sris who ruled. When she walked into the room, she silenced it. The aroma ofvender filled the room, filling my lungs. Her white hair flowed down her back like a river of life. Her golden crown dawned her youthful face. She grazed at me before she took her seat. I looked down at my notepad. Why did it have to be this way?


    ‘We must be swift for we missed this threat.’ She said.


    Her gaze wandered the room, lingering on me seconds longer. ‘Queen Hera hasunched an attack on Olympiad.’ Gasps echoed around the room.


    Surely it will be death for the wicked queen.


    ‘The North gate has fallen!’


    No, my eyes shot up at her. Olympiad is the home of gods. How could a queen of mages break down the barriers of superior beings?


    ‘How can this be?!’ A haggarddy mmed her fist on the armrest.


    ‘It seems Hera’s murders have been more than that. She’d been draining the powers of her people. No one is safe. It started with her own court and who know what other creatures she’s consumed.’


    ‘Is it toote your highness?’ A man at the end of the throne wall asked.


    ‘It can’t be. It’s our job to protect the mages and Olympiad. We are Dinemus Angels and we cannot fall. We are to stop her in tracks. We’ll be deploying angels to the Mage Dimension to protect the remaining mages and stop Hera.’ Sris dismissed the lesser members. We scurried out of there.


    We were just there to be briefed the real decisions were made by a smaller group. That included the king and queen, the prince, the general and his captains.


    Marcus closed the doors behind him. He was a royal guard, but he wasn’t allowed to listen in. Marcus was a pain in the ass, and my only friend. I was pretty sure I was his only friend too because no one could deal with him.


    He ran a hand through his hair. ‘I didn’t think things could get this bad.’


    I sighed. We started down the hall. ‘I thought Hera was just an over ambitious queen.’


    ‘Fucking blood thirsty too.’ Marcus puffed. ‘Sris let her get out of control.’ Marcus added.


    ‘No, Sris thought what she was doing was best.’


    ‘There you go again.’ Marcus rolled his eyes.


    ‘What are you talking about.’


    ‘There you go defending Sris.’


    ‘I’m calling it as it is!’


    ‘You’re not fooling me.’


    I shook my head. The doors behind us burst open and the king marched out. We stopped and gave way to the oing people.  The general and his people followed then the prince. Sris exitedst, our eyes met and I had to battle with myself not to return her smile.


    ‘Daylen, I’m happy to see you.’ She smiled.


    I nodded. Her smile wavered. She turned to Marcus who bowed.


    ‘I need to speak to you. It’s important.’ She smiled. She didn’t wait for a reply, she knew I would see her.


    Marcus smirked at me when she was gone. I groaned. ‘Stop that.’


    ‘You’re tense again. Let’s get a drink.’ Heughed.


    ‘You’re turning me into an alcoholic.’ He draped an arm around my shoulder.


    ***


    Going to the bar wasn’t the worst decision I’ve made. I thought as my hand ran up and down the back of the blonde woman sleeping on my chest. The telepod on the desk beeped for the hundredth time. I groaned, Sris. I rolled out of bed, careful not to wake the woman. She rolled over to the other side.


    I put on my sses before answering the call. I probably should have put on a shirt too.


    ‘Why don’t you answer?’ Sris’s miniaturized image appeared on top of the round telepod.


    I ran a hand through my hair. ‘I was a little busy.’ I say through gritted teeth.


    ‘Yes… I can see that. I asked you personally to see me Daylen.’


    ‘You know what, Sris you do this all the time. You say jump I say how high.’ She was my queen, the thought popped into my mind after the words left my mouth.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    ‘Why do you treat me this way, my dear?’


    I raked a hand through my hair. ‘Forgive me. I’ll be at the castle in thirty minutes.’


    She smiled, ‘We have something very important to talk about my darling. It’ll make you very happy.’


    The image died and I fell back into bed. My rtionship with Sris brought me more stress andplication than anything else. I had to hold a double face in front of the court and my only friend.


    I nced at the woman and shifted over to her, pulled the hair out of her face. My lips went up her arm and found her cheek. She giggled then rolled over to face me.


    ‘I’m exhausted Daylen.’ She murmured.


    I chuckled, ‘I wouldn’t mind another round, but it’s time to go sweet heart.’


    ***


    I buttoned my jacket as I marched through the empty halls. I took a set of stairs leading to a forgotten lower level of the castle. I never spoke to the queen in her quarters. I had never been to the part of the castle the royal family lived. Unless I wanted my head cut off. Jason knew his mother favoured me which meant the King did too. I didn’t fear Avon, but I wouldn’t go round provoking a King who wouldn’t blink to have me assassinated.


    I knocked on the heavy brass door before I marched in. This part of the castle didn’t have electricity the room was lit bynterns. Sris wore a long white maternity gown. Her white hair fell to the floor in a single braid.


    ‘You look clean.’ She beamed.


    I flopped on the wooden chair. I rubbed my eyes under my sses. Dim light always irritated me.


    ‘What could be so important that it couldn’t wait until the sun rose?’ I sighed.


    She walked across the room and sat on the wooden chair with purple cushions.


    ‘Someone’s grumpy.’ She giggled.


    The corners of my mouth lifted. Herughter spoke to an innocent part of my soul, a part that never existed, but craved toe to life.


    ‘Right.’ She pped her hands and poured two cups of tea. ‘I think it’s important to have fresh minds in the royal court.’


    My eyes turned to saucers. ‘No, no Sris.’


    She stopped pouring the second cup. I stood and paced the room. I knew where this was going. She wanted to have me killed. For goodness sakes, her family already suspected something and this they could never discover.


    ‘Why not? It’s important because-‘


    ‘No, I don’t want it. I’m fine with being a lesser member of the court.’


    She stood and reached for my hands. I stepped back.


    ‘How will you know how the royal court works then?’ She folded her arms.


    ‘I’m not worried about that.’


    ‘Darling, I won’t help you because I gave you the chance.’ She frowned then rushed to cup my cheeks. I brushed my head out of her hold.


    ‘Daylen please, do it for me and more importantly for you.’ She pleaded. Sris never pleaded.


    ‘I don’t think it’s a good idea.’ I said.


    ‘Daylen, I order you to take a seat in the royal court. I wasn’t asking to begin with really, I just wanted you to befortable. Damn you for being stubborn.’ She shrugged.


    I should have known. I can’t refuse my queen, but she wouldn’t kill me if I did. If I joined the court, I would surely wash up on one of the beaches in Paradis.


    ‘Let me think about it, please.’


    She brushed my curly hair. ‘Think carefully my darling. I need you to rule.’