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Mything The Throne
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-289-3
Genre: Fantasy/SF/Dark Fantasy
eBook Length: 196 Pages
Published: February 2016

From inside the flap

The truth is most myths have become murky and indistinct throughout the mists of time. Does anyone know whatever happened to Antigone? Some say she died, but some say she succeeded in marrying her betrothed Haemon.

Antigone is burying her father when we meet her. Before finding out her incestuous roots as the daughter of Oedipus, she was a princess and engaged to Haemon. Now she has lost all hope of ever being loved or living happy ever after.

In the wake of the scandal King Creon tried to marry off his son Haemon to other women, but he never betrayed his vows to his Ann. After a great deal of searching Harry finally finds her in Athens. Once reunited, they grapple with their involvement in the upcoming war between her two brothers for the crown.

Ann needs Harry to protect the citizens of Thebes from her brothers. Harry needs Ann at his side for her wisdom, counsel and strength. An A-list of demigods, goddesses, kings and queens join in the epic battle that will reshape the power structure of the entire ancient world.

Mything The Throne (Excerpt)

Chapter One

"Ann, if there is anything you need, anything at all, please ask."

"Thank you." I felt numb.

My father had always been there for me and now I was truly alone. The palace I grew up in was full of strangers. My feet ached and the scars had never healed from going with my father into his banishment. If not for the king of Thebes and his wife they would be wandering in the woods with my father's last breaths out in the wilds. I swallowed, but coldness stayed inside me. At least he died in a comfortable bed and not in danger of predatory animals like wolves or vultures.

Right now I didn't feel anything. It was like this emptiness inside me that was a bucket that could never be filled, despite how my friend, Ariadne, the queen of Athens offered me a hug. I choked on my unshed tears.

"I don't want to be the Harbinger for Death anymore."

The words poured out of me, but I was so tired of my family's tragedy. Wasn't what happened to my mother and father enough for a lifetime of scars? Ari hugged me tighter, and that did me in. A tear spilled onto my skin, though she didn't judge me.

She stroked my brown hair, and said, "Don't be dramatic and don't take everything the Oracle says to heart." The Oracle had played a hand in this and it wasn't only a prediction. She caused this. She was why I lost my mother and my father. A coldness grew inside of me at the mention of the Oracle and it stopped any more tears. Ari let me go. "For all you know about prophecy, your father's death today could be what she meant, if you must have a meaning."

Today I had went to my father's funeral pyre. Everything in my life was hopeless. There would never be light. My brain burned with the story. The Oracle told my grandfather his son would kill him, so he left my father out to die as an infant. The king of Argo and his wife found the child and raised him as their own, until the Oracle came and told them that my father was destined to marry his mother and kill his father. My father had left his family and then met a stranger on the street where he killed a man in a horrible accident. None of that would have happened if the Oracle hadn't spread the tale over and over again.

My lips curled. She had manipulated everyone. The only reason I hadn't exploded the day she revealed to my parents their true origins was because Haemon, my Harry, had held me. He had been my rock as always. If he had been with me, he'd have taken on too much heartache. It was why I had left him.

I stood and stared outside the airy palace window on a spring evening and gazed at the remnants of my father's fire that burned his body. The flames still burned though all that was left were ashes and dust. Ari waited at the door for me and adjusted her shawl.

"Ann, you should come with me to dinner."

Food would not make me feel anything. Nothing would ever make anything have color or light. All I wanted was to crawl into my room and disappear until I joined my parents in the afterlife. My life equaled death. I lowered my gaze and avoided the queen.

"I have decisions to make."

"I'll meet you downstairs. It's a command. You have to eat."

I stiffened my spine as she left me on the patio near my darkened room. I'd have to be responsible and go, but not yet. I stared at the sun that would set soon. Everyday the sun did the same thing. I could never be like that. I had to ensure my sister was safe and out of the way of my brothers' war for our father's throne. Ismene was my only charge left. We couldn't live on the charity of friend's. I had no home of my own. I had to figure out where my sister and me went next.

I dragged my feet across the marble floors of the foreign palace. The Athenian sunset over the blue sea was beautiful, but I missed how the sun disappeared behind the trees on the side of the mountain. The air smelled cleaner than the humid, wetness of Athens.

If I didn't think my sister might need me, or Ariadne hadn't commanded me, I'd have stay locked up in my room tonight. Who knows how long I can hold on without crying?

I walked down the hall and kept my head down. At the banquet hall, I stared past the candelabras and said a little prayer of thanks. No one but the king and queen dined with us tonight. My sister was likely in her room as she sang songs of happy days gone by and how beautiful her togas used to be. Tomorrow we'd receive whoever came to wish us regrets, and she would want every hair on her head to shine as bright as that orange sun that left the sky slightly red.

Theseus and his wife stood the second I walked inside. My stomach curled. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't burden my friends. I shouldn't exist. The thought hit me like an arrow and I tried to shake it off.

Ari smiled, and said, "Welcome."

The soot from the burned remains itched against my skin. I refused to wash earlier. This was all I had of my father, and to wash meant I cleaned myself of his remains. For all his faults, he raised me with love. He was why I could stand how everyone at Thebes stared at me like I was a monster with three heads. It wasn't my fault my mother and father created me. It wasn't their fault either. My mother had no idea that my father was the son she thought had died. The itch of my skin should have always been there I suppose. I glumly sit in the chair Ari pointed me to and stare at the candles.

Ariadne and Theseus didn't treat me like a monster, but I was. Everyone else in the world said I was. The Oracle told them I was. Even I felt it on the inside. I stared at my kind hosts. They should see what I was too. I batted my eyes and in that flash of blackness I saw the memory of how my mother killed herself and my father blinded himself. My body shivered as though nothing would ever warm me.

The servants brought out trays of fruits, but nothing sweet would help me. Theseus sat next to his wife and pulled in some air.

"Dinner with you is a pleasure, Ann."

His pleasantries sounded like sour lies to my ears. I pointed to the wine goblet and let a servant fill it. My sister was very late.

I said, "Thank you for today. For everyday you granted us refuge. After living in a forest away from civilization and fearing danger on every corner, you gave me and my family safety and opened your home."

The queen smiled as she pointed to various foods to pile onto her plate. "You'd have done the same."

My plate was empty. I wasn't hungry. In my old life, I might have once been kind, but I don't remember that right now. Her words sounded hollow like my heart. I held my tongue and didn't respond to Ariadne. I had nothing to say. I sipped the wine, but even that left a taste like swamp dirt in my mouth. I put my goblet down and stared at the tapestry on the wall.

The queen said, "I wish I knew what to say to make things better."

"There is nothing to say. You let me bury my father. You and Theseus took us in when no one else would even look at me. We're hated... " I couldn't call myself a monster to them. I should, but the words won't form in my mouth. I sighed and glanced at both of them. "Father knew his time was coming."

Ariadne crossed her arms. "You must stay with us." I hadn't said I'd go anywhere yet. My brain wouldn't work. All I could see in my future was darkness and bleak fog that never dissipated. Ariadne's kindness meant everything and tears came to my eyes again, as she said, "You helped me defend Athens."

I gazed at the white marble floor. "I did that to save my father and family too. You saved Athens as the queen. I only helped."

Ari shook her head. "No, Ann, I could not have done it without you. Your father did not deserve what happened to him. His life was built on someone's prophecy and the Oracle spent her days ensuring her 'future' destroyed him."

"Just the mention of that woman makes my insides burn." I clenched my hands and the blaze of righteousness woke me. I chewed a piece of fruit with vigor. It still had no taste. The juices of the pomegranate didn't quench anything inside my empty shell. I lost all my steam. I stared at Theseus and realized I had a mission to finish. No one should be manipulated like my family had been. I needed to expose the Oracle as a fraud. Her god told revelations and her mean-spirited manipulations created tragedies with half truths and misdirection. "You and Theseus have been amazing to us, despite knowing..." how my father accidently committed incest, fathering my siblings and me. I coughed unable to say the rest of that.

Theseus's arm went around his wife as they shared a look. My breaths became shorter. I missed Harry's arms around me, and the way he always smelled of almonds mixed with cypress trees. The memory was a curse to cause me pain now. I left Harry to save him from a life with a monster. No one should love anyone like me. I was a horror story. I stared at Theseus. It was easier to look at him than to see the sympathy in Ariadne's wide open eyes.

"Prophets do not plot schemes like the Oracle did to my family. This should never happen again to anyone else." I stood. Both the king and queen stood, but I shook my head, and said, "Sit. I'm not hungry and I need to be alone right now."

Last year I had prepared everything for my mother's funeral pyre. This time it had been strange to simply watch it. My stomach couldn't handle another bite.

"Dinner is still warm if you change your mind," Ann called out, as I tried to slip out the door.

The king of Thebes nodded goodbye, and signaled I could leave. I turned and wiped my face to walk into the hall. I didn't even feel my tears anymore. I couldn't spend every day of my life like this. Today Oedipus died. Everyone who I loved and trusted was not gone forever in my life.

Harry needed to stay far away from me. I'd never hurt him too.

As I closed my bedroom door, the tears washed down my face. My sister Ismene hummed in the next room. I could hear her song. How could she be happy when our lives were shattered and destroyed? How did she not understand? How in the world could I protect her when part of me wished I could be like her? If I didn't feel anything, then this agony inside me would go away. Right now I was paralyzed.