Octavius stepped back at the sight of the change that came over the brother whom he thought he knew.
"What do you mean Angus? Don't do anything stupid I beg you by the gods."
Angus laughed as he reached into his robe. "I am not doing anything stupid. This is something that should have been done a long time ago. I am doing the gods a favor. I am doing Camelorn a favor by saving then from the one person who has caused many troubles on them."
Octavius kept his eyes locked on Angus' and as soon as his hand came out from behind his robe he knew there was no use fighting. Angus thought of everything. In his hand was a dagger with a golden liquid covering it. It was the Mekai. The one liquid that was known to kill gods and make them wandering souls.
"You really want to do this?"
Angus approached him. From the corner of his eyes tears fell from Octavius eyes. He knew this was the end, knew this was all his life was coming to and in that last mom
I have now come to the end of book one of my Cursed by the gods series. It has been a long journey I'm not gonna lie. I lost commitment along the way of writing this book, lost inspiration, even changed the plan I initially had for it. I am really glad that I got to finish it and if you stayed till the end I just want to say thank you for even choosing this book in the first place. I will start with the second book as soon as possible and do my best to make that one better. I hope I have been able to tell you a good story dear readers and once again I thank you for reading Cursed by the gods. Thank you.
A warning for readers. This book is a result of my wild imagination and an accumulation of ideas brought by years of reading, not copied, not stolen so please do not steal from me. But that's not why you're here, YOU are here to read. Some names in this book are real, some are made up. The places in my book are not real, yes, made up by yours truly and I don't think some of the powers and gods mentioned in the book are real too so don't get too carried away (even the dates may not be 'historically' correct for critics). Just…just understand that reading this book means living in a world that is not real – it's all just the imaginations of a person called Margaret so welcome to my head and my thoughts. That said, enjoy the book and let it transport you to a world of power play, freedom, and magic.
10 months ago, Camelorn, "She will be tall and graceful as the columns of the temple of our great god Robos," The whole court and the people shouted "Ay!" The palace was filled with men and women, both nobles and common; although the nobles could easily be seen in all their glorious lengths of expensive clothing. The rich silk robes and gowns, the rustling of satin scarves, the expensive wool of their coats and the hard, black, shiny boots of the men, boots cleaned and blackened with coal by the commoners for 2 copper coins, the women in their expensive slippers, intricately and delicately made by hands of the commoners for at least 5 pieces of silver if the design met the approval of the rich buyer. The commoners if not recognized by the fray edges of their clothing alone, the fact that they kept to the shadows as did the servants made them easily recognizable. It was a day of joy, a day for all freeborn of Camelorn to rejoice but one never f
10 months ago Eyrotia King Barigo of Eyrotia stood a head taller than the whole village. His shiny bald head gleamed under the hot sun that was common to the Northern parts of the world. The ritual of purification for his now pregnant wife was underway and the villagers in their cloth of animal fur and tanned leather danced around the village seer who stood in the middle of the square with a gourd of fire in one hand and staff on the other. The staff was said to have been handed down from one generation of a seer to the next. It was said to have chosen the people, in fact as the inhabitants of the land rather than the people choosing it. The seer raised the staff to the skies, the same staff that was used to beg the gods for the rain to bless the Eyrortian people's fields. The villagers came to a stop and the seer, an old shriveled man, pointed the staff to the queen, Herentik, and chanted under his breath. Aloud he said "Our queen has been blessed by
How it started in Camelorn… Octavius van Camele before he became King Phillip IV rode on his majestic black horse with his brother and best friend, Angus van Camele, riding by his side on an equally majestic steed. "Do you think she will be there?" Octavius asked, his brow laced with worry. "We will never know until we get there," Angus replied, laughter in his voice. His brother was definitely in love with the young Intavian princess, Emilia. His eyes shone like stars whenever her name was mentioned and his arms failed to work every time she came near. Even now his elder brother rode his horse with fury in his haste to meet with his one true love. His coat of fur billowed behind him and his breath came out in vapors as he rode hard in the harsh winter towards the Summer Palace. The guards at the tower looked down, sighted the coat of arms on the saddle of the horses, and gave the signal to open the gates. Octavius and Angus rode into the bailey
After being together for two days Emilia packed the few items she had brought with her and back to her kingdom while Octavius and Angus did the same, mounting their horses and rode back to Camelorn. Octavius practiced, with fear in his heart, the right way to tell his father he had fathered a child. His greatest fear wasn't in telling his father but having his father reject Emilia but his mind was made up, if Emilia was rejected then he would reject his duty to the throne too and relinquish power to Angus. He had said as much to Angus who had called him a dolt and rejected the offer. "Father would have a heart attack if you forfeit your duty to the kingdom for a maiden no matter how beautiful she may be. Think how much worse a condition Garius would be in when he hears of such," Angus had told him as they packed their things to head back to Camelorn. "When my child is born my duty will be to my child and its mother not the throne" "I am both happy and
The village was a bustle of activities. Villagers moved around with carts filled with goods for sale, sacks of clothes for sale at the market, trays of fruits, bread, cheap pieces of jewelry, and many more articles. The shacks of some traders housed flour, wheat, jars of milk and honey, and some even goats. The crowd, though busy and occupied with exchanging services, made way for Octavius as he approached and it helped that another guard wearing the complete armor went ahead of him and Dextus. As he approached the men bowed and the women genuflected, a few of the soldiers who were off duty among the crowd went on one knee to pay their respects. Octavius raised a hand to everyone without sparing them much of a glance for his heart was not in their respect but on seeing his father and knowing the reason for his summons. The temples of the gods were built long before the reign of his father and then the population of the people was still at a hundred but years have pas
"This way," Angus said to the small hooded figure beside him. He rounded the corner and turned to a narrow alley where filth lay. There another figure stood clothed in a dark robe but the cowl of the robe was lowered to reveal Octavius' face. He was waiting impatiently under the full moon of the night, shifting from one foot to the other. He turned sharply at the sound of approaching feet and relaxed when he saw it was only his brother and his guest The small hooded body ran to him and clung tightly to his body. He held her too and pressed his lips to her hair. Emilia held on to him like he was her last chance at survival. "Make it quick," Angus hissed in the dark "Anyone could chance on us at any moment and report this to father" "It's not going to be a surprise to him since he already knows about Emilia and me but I do appreciate your concern brother," Octavius murmured back at his brother. Emilia took a step back and stared up at him in the dark. "