Araknee: The Lost Princess

The Quietus War Dark grey clouds loomed over Hartland with occasional lightning and thunder strikes yet no rain came down. Something was coming. Something big and terrible.   The Midland warriors sliced their way through corn fields, stomping and crushing mature corn cobs still in their husks. Like ghosts, they creeped up on their prey. Surrounding the entire Hartland kingdom and patiently waiting for their commander's signal to attack their unsuspecting enemies.   In an old wooden two bedroom structure, Adriana lay on a four-poster-bed with a protruding belly, legs wide apart and panting really hard. Her brown skin glistened with sweat as her mother and the midwife encouraged her to push. Despite the unbearable pain, Adriana leaned on her elbows and forced herself to push once more whilst groaning.   "Alright Adriana," Olga, the midwife, spoke. "One more push and the baby will be out." She grabbed a stack of tow

Adrian's POV"This procession is a waste of time." What was the point in honouring the death of people who died running away from the enemy instead of fighting them. People like them didn't deserve to be remembered yet alone honoured. "Hush, Adrian," Mother whispered, "This is one of your father's favourite traditions. He says it helps the people appreciate the existence of the boundary." "The boundary isn't important!" I exclaimed. "Grandfather should have done everything within his power to get revenge on the Midlands instead of shielding us from them!" "Enough Adrian!" Father had heard our conversation and was furious. "My father made the best decision ever in the history of Hartland! Because of him, our kingdom has experienced nothing but peace and tranquillity in o

Hello, everyone. My name is Ghloriyah and I'm a university student, doubling as a writer in my free time. I mostly write stories from the fantasy and chicklit genre. But I have plans to branch into different genres, in the future.   Araknee: The Lost Princess is the first book I'll be uploading here. I will appreciate any feedback on my story so please don't hesitate to leave any comments. I love hearing from my readers.    Thanks for taking time off your busy schedules to read my work. I update everyday at 5pm (West African Time) so please be on the look out. Thanks for your time and have a wonderful day.

Back in Hartland, after Rakia's escape.   Adrian's POV   Mother paced back and forth in the throne room, a troubled look gracing her features.   "I don't see what your problem is, Mother," I said, unperturbed with the news of my sister. "You shouldn't be so worried about this girl. She's lived in the village her whole life. She knows nothing about being a Hartland royal."   "Oh, how feeble your mind is, Adrian," she spat. "This girl's existence could pose as a threat to your incoming coronation!"   "Oh, that's just stupid, Mother," I scoffed. "She's a commoner! There's absolutely no way Father will put Hartland in her hands. He'd have to be an idiot to do that!"   The doors burst

Adrian's POV Two days had passed since Father made that stupid decision to cancel my coronation because of that filthy street brat. Immediately after the meeting that day, Father ordered the announcers to inform the people. Now all of Hartland knew. Mother and I tried our very best to change his mind, but it wasn't working. He was thick headed as a rock. My plan to terminate Araknee seemed futile. How could I get rid of her when she was a magical boundary away from Hartland? But Mother had already thought of a plan. I didn't know how, but she had found out that twenty out of thirty six council members were against Father's decision. Three of them were currently, the most powerful wizards in Hartland. I sat on the bed she shared with Father in their quarters as she briefed me on the plan