Saving Kirathia is my new series featuring new heroine, Arkaya, and if you have read part one you will have seen it features the familiar faces of my favourite girls Ariel, Ginny and Diana. I am so excited to see where this takes me, it’s going to be a dramatic time I can feel it! All the parts of this series can be found in the Saving Kiranthia series. Just hover over the Fiction category at the top and it will show you both series linked under it (along with The Secrets of Saltlake)
Saving Kiranthia. The Spell Worked!
Arkaya felt the blackness descend over her but she wasn’t ready. It worked. Her spell worked. It had blown her mind and drained her of everything she had but in that split second before her body succumbed to the darkness she saw them and what a sight they were. Stood before her in all their resplendent glory. Ariel, princess and protector of Auragon and the fiercest warrior she had ever heard of. Diana, ruler of Demenia and a powerful leader of all magical creatures in her reality and lastly Ginny. Or Ginora as she was known as her demonic self. Ginny was the wild card and sent straight from hell with her own brand of evil. But Arkaya needed her. The loyalty and passion she brought with her radiated from her soul and she knew, this woman would help her reach her goals, her own destiny even if she didn’t play by the same rulebook.
As slipped out of consciousness the last thing she saw was Diana’s blonde hair splayed over her own face.
The kind and gentle leader knelt to catch her before she hit the floor, or wherever it was that she fell. The whiteness of her surroundings was quickly replaced by nothing as she left this plane and her eyes closed to let her body recover from whatever trauma she had just subjected it to.
But she had won. She had fought for what she believed in. What others had told her couldn’t be done before she was shunned to live in her cave on the outskirts of civilisation in her world as a naysayer. Troublemaker and betrayer, they called her.
Once, long ago they had called her by a different name and that name Arkaya remembered bore great responsibility and was the name of her tribe, now almost extinct except for herself. Arkaya was the last surviving Pricana. A tribe of powerful witches that once ruled over her world. A small pocket of time between now and then, on the outskirts of all parallel worlds. Co-existing side by side living day to day, all believing their world was the only world. Only a small number knew their world wasn’t the only world. Supernatural beings them all and they all kept the secret. Vowing to only expose what was really out there should it be deemed necessary.
Arkaya had deemed it so a few short years ago.
When she launched her ill fate revolt with her fellow Pricana’s, their goal was to restore peace and harmony. Prince Varrillous had just taken the throne after his father’s death. Arkaya knew he had orchestrated his own father’s murder and she had vowed to prove it so and have him overthrown. Only she had listened to her heart and not her head. Darius had told her he loved her and provided her with all she needed to have Prince Varrillous, now ruling as king, removed from power immediately. Only he had been playing a game of two sides and when Arkaya stormed the castle that day with her fellow witches, she learnt the truth. As her peers were slowly murdered one, by one, Darius told her of his deception as her world crumbled around her.
She was the only one to escape the castle that day. She still doesn’t know why. But King Varrillous had a new fight. He had declared war on all plains and worlds not under his rule. He was destroying her world and anyone who opposed him. She was the one left who was powerful enough to stop him, but she couldn’t do it alone.
She needed these women she had summoned.
Their strength, wisdom and power. If Varrillous succeeded in taking out all his enemies in their world, he wasn’t going to stop. He was out for blood and victory and Arkaya didn’t want to sit back and wait. His father ruled and served with power, humility and peace. The contrast between the two was stark and jarring. At odds with the each other.
Plus that cave was cold, dank and lonely. There was no conceivable way of making it homely and she sure as hell wasn’t going to spend the rest of her days dwelling there.
This was her last shot and pretty much only shot. When she woke up she would have to convince these women they needed to help her. If not for her sake, then their own worlds too. Because if there was one thing she was sure of, was Varrillous was as evil as they come.