Hera sat up with a gasp, the covers thrown off the bed in the process. Grabbing her glasses, Hera put them on, ignoring her shaking hands. “Babe,” she reached across and shook Jacob, her husband’s, shoulder. “Wake up!” She felt like a twelve year old again. Grumbling, Jacob sat up. “What is it?” he
rubbed his face. “Is Latte okay?” Hera rolled her eyes. “Our cat is fine,” she told him. “I had the craziest dream.” Her hands shook as she grabbed her journal from her bedside table, in which she wrote down all of her stories and dreams. “Babe, you’re twenty-five, and you look pretty shaken. You okay? It
was just a dream,” he rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. “It – you,” Hera was so excited and the adrenaline was still pumping through her veins from the dream. “It started like this,” and she began to write.Hera Giala walked slowly up to the fountain in the front of the largest room in the castle in which she and her parents, the royals of Giala, inhabited.
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A/N:
Thank you guys so much for supporting not only me but also Jacob and Hera through their crazy adventure. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, make sure to let me know what you think! I love you all so much, stay awesome <3
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Dull Colours [UNEDITED]
FantasyHera Giala never asked for this. She never asked to be born into a kindom of war, let alone a kingdom at war with evil spirits the inhabitants of Giala call the Conjured. She also never asked to be the heir of it. But, when the ritual that would pro...