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    Hera
    Hera
    Hera
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    Hera

    By Chrystalla Thoma

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    Hera, member of the Gultur race governing the Seven Islands, thought she knew right from wrong and what her future held in store. A chance meeting with a lesser mortal, though, will turn her world upside down and force her to see her race and the laws with different eyes. For Hera, knowledge means action, so she sets out to put things right and change her world.
    Taking place in the World of the Seven Islands almost three years before the events in Rex Rising, this is the story of Hera’s first confrontation with the truth.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChrystalla Thoma
    Release dateOct 12, 2011
    ISBN9781466106604
    Hera
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    Chrystalla Thoma

    Greek Cypriot with a penchant for dark myths, good food, and a tendency to settle down anywhere but at home, Chrystalla likes to write about fantastical creatures, crazy adventures, and family bonds. She lives in Cyprus with her husband and her vast herds of books. Her stories can be found in Alienskin magazine, Lorelei Signal, the Shine Journal, Encounters Magazine, and Bards and Sages ezine i.a. She is also an author for MuseItUp Publishing where you can find her YA Urban Fantasy novella Dioscuri.Here is the link to Chrystalla’s writing blog where you can find short stories, samples and link to other longer works:Blog: http://chrystallathoma.wordpress.com

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      Hera - Chrystalla Thoma

      HERA

      Hera, member of the Gultur race governing the Seven Islands, thought she knew right from wrong and what her future held in store. A chance meeting with a lesser mortal, though, will turn her world upside down and force her to see her race and the laws with different eyes. For Hera, knowledge means action, so she sets out to put things right and change her world.

      Taking place in the World of the Seven Islands almost three years before the events in Rex Rising, this is the story of Hera’s first confrontation with the truth.

      Author’s note: At the end of the story you can read the first two chapters of Rex Rising.

      Hera © Copyright 2011 by Chrystalla Thoma

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      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.

      The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, events, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

      Cover design by Chrystalla Thoma

      http://chrystallathoma.wordpress.com

      Acknowledgements

      Many thanks to Marion Sipe, Katie Salidas and Barbara Elsborg for critiquing and proofreading this story for me.

      Chapter One

      The sky stretching over the urban sprawl of Artemisia was a blazing blue, the day bright and windy, just perfect for a first coast patrol. Hera wondered what the town looked like from up close. When they’d arrived in the early dawn, flown in by helicopter, she had only caught a brief glimpse of it, a web of tall buildings and dark streets. The military Gultur complex where they had landed was located at the outskirts, protected with high walls and fences.

      She stepped onto the hard nepheline deck of the wavebreaker, her black boots rasping on the rough surface, and climbed down into the co-driver’s seat. Absently she pulled on her safety belt, then reached to her hip and checked if the safety catch of her longgun was on.

      Footsteps rang on the deck, and a moment later Sacmis climbed in beside her, grinning. Ready?

      Hera grunted a vague reply. Of course she was ready; they’d trained for patrolling for most of the past year. If only she could concentrate on the task at hand and not on that other matter...

      The engine of the wavebreaker, an old speedboat model launched at least ten years back, rumbled into life and Sacmis mumbled a quiet, Here we go.

      Hera looked back at the town as they sped out of the port and saw nothing but faint lights flickering. Then those, too, faded as they circumvented a cape and raced alongside sheer cliffs, slicing smoothly through the waves toward the north.

      Sacmis drove, her sandy hair pulled back in a neat ponytail in the standard military style, long strands whipping in the wind, her expression distant but determined.

      Hera just stared at her, fingering her own non-standard hairdo – a thick braid wrapped around her head like a ribbon – her mind not quite on the task of patrolling.

      Which was unexpected, ill-timed and annoying, given it was her first official unsupervised patrol as a member of the elite Gultur force, granted the privilege and power to make decisions.

      But finding an old message from her mother the previous night had also been unexpected and ill-timed – a message Hera had discovered hidden inside an old scripture book at the bottom of a drawer in her room.

      Hidden. Or just forgotten. Meant for Hera. Or not. Her mother, Tefnut, wherever she was currently posted, probably did not even remember her daughter anymore.

      Then who was it written for? The message spoke of things best left unsaid – the War, the lesser mortals, the future. It fanned embers of doubt that had burned in Hera’s mind for some time now. ‘The mortals did not start the Great War.’ The words floated before her eyes. ‘They suffered like we did, if not more.’

      That was blasphemy and would land her mother in jail if it became known. Of course, that was only if Tefnut still lived, something Hera would probably never know. Mothers were not allowed to see their daughters after these entered the service at the age of four. Twelve years had passed already.

      Hera had hesitated, about to burn

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