Hello, my lovelies! I've taken all your advice on my previous post and this is what came up. Feel free to point out things that still aren't working. Again, thank you all for being so amazingly awesome *virtual hugs*
TITLE OF MANUSCRIPT: The Curse of the Seven
WORD COUNT: 80.000
Seventeen year-old Aria’s plans for becoming a Sentinel come to a halt when her twin sister Mara connects with the magical threads of their world, turning into the first Threader out of royal bloodline in the history of Aragua.
But some threads of Aragua are untangling, losing pieces of the world to different dimensions. It all turns out to be part of a curse set upon the former Threader Karena by a vengeful goddess. Aria realizes that not only the Empire is in danger but her only sister’s life as well: Mara’s mission of weaving the threads together is at risk.
To top it off, Aria is supposedly destined to bring the missing pieces back. She cares little about superstitions and myths, but when her sister weakens and falls into uninterrupted sleep, she knows at least she has to try.
Being the last links to the original curse, Karena’s seven sons are essential in solving the issue with the threads. Aria begrudgingly accepts the help of the two most solicitous brothers; arrogant, handsome Jael and sweet, caring Liam. The trio tracks down the missing pieces of land, uncovering in the process a centuries-old plot to break the Threader's bloodline.
With characters inspired by the old guarani tale of Tau and Kerana, The Curse of the Seven is finished at 80,000 words and has series potential.
First 150 Words
The day the Threader was buried, attendance to the funeral was mandatory for everyone over eighteen at the Capital.
As I made my way through the crowd of silent mourners, I struggled not to let go of Mara. My mother would kill us if we lost each other in the throng of people.
She’d been ridiculously reluctant to let us come to the Capital alone for the Sentinel’s Yearly Recruitment Assembly. Threader Karena dying while we visited had been an unpleasant coincidence.
I conveniently forgot to check in with her this morning because something in my gut told me she would not be pleased to know we smuggled our way into the funeral. Call it instinct.
I wanted to be a part of the procession so bad because I was morbidly curious to see which one of Karena’s daughters-in-law became now our sole ruler. Mara thought I was crazy, yet she came with me.