Genre: Epic Fantasy
35-word pitch: When universe-jumper Nile woke up in Haleos, a realm that resembles Ancient Egypt, the last thing she expected was to fall in love with the young Pharaoh… or to start a multi-dimensional war.
Fate is an enigma only a few can decipher, the ancient duality between light and darkness. Some believe in destiny, others believe in serendipity; I believe in both.
I choose light, but I also choose darkness.
‘Gold’, read the little plaque near the mailbox. The view of the family house was intimidating. I had never been able to explore all its rooms, and the most intriguing fact about the place was how it had ended up in my father’s hands.
Babysitting my dad. What an awesome way to spend my twenty-third birthday.
Upon noticing my derailed train of thought, a driver raised his finger through the car window as I pulled over in front of the main entrance. Kindly enough, I smiled back and thanked his gesture by ironically lifting mine.
Men had no idea how difficult driving became when one was wearing a long white skirt. If a fairytale princess had to drive all the way to her castle dressed in a gown that got stuck between the pedals of her car, the prince would have gotten tired of waiting. I always rooted for the evil queen, anyhow.
I stepped out of my convertible and rushed across the infinite gardens until I glimpsed the ivory double doors of our mansion. I knocked on the front door out of respect for my father. Who knew what Eckron might be doing in there.
He didn’t appear to be home, because no light could be seen through the windows. Screw it, I’m his daughter. I’ll just use my secret keys.
Every lamp had been shut off, even the enormous chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Anyone can hide from light, but there is no way to run away from darkness. I remembered the mantra he used to tell me when I was a kid.
I groped my way towards the ebony spiraling stairs, careful not to touch or break anything that might cost a disgusting amount of dollars.
My father, Sir Eckron Gold, born in England, came from the ancient bloodline of a wealthy family who lived in the Middles Ages. He had inherited vast quantities of properties, art collections, hallows and a bunch of antiquities. Nobody had ever claimed their part of our treasure, so I assumed that either our relatives were tremendously altruistic or just non-existent.
As if Eckron and I were playing hide and seek, I searched the entire house, finding nothing but crippling silence. No sing of him yet.
He always disappeared the week before my birthday. He just vanished out of existence. I knew why, it was the anniversary of my mother’s death, but I had long since stopped caring or asking where he went. After all, Eckron Gold posed more mysteries than he solved. Anyhow, I had news to announce, and this time my father had stepped over the line of solitary confinement.