Beacon of Light & Magic

Our Elders broke the world. Darkness became their punishment. But through the selflessness of one young woman, my ancestor, hope was given and the rise of a new world was forged. In order for the First cities to see the Dawn, an Ascension of 12 Weavers must happen every 10 cycles or the world would be cast again in Darkness. Ben-Yamira Song is a reincarnation of the Goddess of Love, one of the Tetra, the 4 Great Bakka Gods. 80,000 years ago, she sacrificed herself in the Great War between Gods of Heaven and Chaos in order to give humanity a chance to survive. Many years later, she’s reborn as a seemingly normal mortal girl. Albeit, she’s a bit flighty, reserved and seeming to lack ambition, to the dismay of her lady warrior mother but otherwise a regular teenager. In reality, she secretly wishes to become a Spyder, a position belonging only to the best Practioners of Red String Ather. However, it’s a very prestigious Guild, so highly sought and desired, it only accepts males to apprent...

And I'm back: Sorry for the long wait on on updating. I had gotten a new job plus I got accepted into the nursing program, so been super busy. But now I'm back and I'm super excited to let you all know that I'm currently working on my own original! It's called Red String of Fate and was inspired by my love for Asian mythology and my own roots as a Filipino-American. Hope you all can go and check it out here: https://fictionate.me/l/b/IX6KED or here on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/story/365101850-red-string-of-fate or here on fictionpress: https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3371127/1/Red-String-of-Fate It's totally free for now, as I wish to gain more followers first before I really start to charge. Anyways, enjoy! 

Hermione tugged anxiously at the neckline of her dress, frowning as she recalled her brothers reassuring her it was perfectly acceptable for highborn ladies and royalty.   Still, when she first tried it on and seen herself in the mirror, she had been appalled at how low it plunged, practically showing her cleavage! While she might be a petite woman with equally small…breasts, it didn’t mean she didn’t have a generous bosom and the dress certainly showed off that fact, to her horror.  As she made to tug on it again, a large hand settled over her much smaller one, stopping her movements.  “You look beautiful, little sister,” Oberyn said gently but firmly. “Martell colors suit you as well as this dress. Stop worrying and enjoy this day for it is all for you, Hermione Martell, Princess of Dorne.” Curling her fingers with Oberyn’s, so they were now holding hands, her amber eyes shining with emotion, the little witch spoke softly. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to seem ungrateful aft...

“Ned! My lord, we need to talk.” Going still, dread filling him as he turned to face his wife, Ned waited impassively for her next words. “I received a letter from my father and got some rather...interesting news. Apparently the Martells have another sister who just came home and they wish to celebrate with a tourney. Not only do I think that rather suspicious but isn't it fascinating that the Princess goes by the name you once called me when we were in bed, working to have a heir?” When Ned just continued to keep quiet and his face like ice, Lady Cat hissed, “She's the one, isn't she? She's the one you love so much you don't want to talk about her and I even bet she's the mother of your bastard which is why you insist on raising him alongside our trueborn children! Because he was all you had of her when she for some reason took off and left her bastard with you!” “Is that true? Is my mother a Princess Father? Was she so ashamed of me that she gave me to you?” F...

Winterfell, Lord Stark, Warden of the North Staring down at the letter in his hand, unable to believe his eyes, wondering if this was some sort of trick, a wonderous wishful trick, Lord Eddard reread it again, this time more slowly, as he tried to process what it was saying.  “My lord”, his Stewart, Rodrik Cassel inquired. “Your lady wife wishes to see you.”   Lifting his head to look at the other man, Ned said simply, “Tell her not right now, Rodrik. I am busy…” Bowing to his lord, his Stewart murmured, “Yes, my lord, of course.” Striding away, he left Ned to once more stare down at the letter on his desk.  Then, picking it up again, he hungrily scanned the content that had both shaken him to the core and at the same time, filled him with a painful surge of hope… It is with much joy to announce to all the People of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, that Her Royal Highness, Princess Hermione, of House Martell has returned home. Thus in celebration, the Princes of Dorne shal...