Still to this day the ruins of the city of Ourania are scattered around the area known today as Panayia Afentrika on the north coast ten kilometres west of the cape.
Trachilos is the Prince of the Karpathus Kingdom son of Philon & Phaedra, at the age of four he showed great signs of bravery killing a snake with his bare hands, proving his strength & destiny to become King.
Scheming Umeria the high priestess of the temple in Ourania, claims that her son Jason is the offspring of King Philon and she hatches a plan to convince Nestor the Raider to kill King Philon and Trachilos and install her son king.
The plot thickens when Arete a high priestesses is asked to seduce Trachilos before his customary initiation which would have brought the King to his knees. Arete instead falls in love with Trachilos. She is caught listening to Umeria & Nestor the Raider's conversation, bound & gagged can she escape in time to warn her love who is waiting for her at Red Rock & save the kingdom.
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About the Author
In the summer of 1974 Turkey invaded Cyprus, occupying half of the island, including the Karpass peninsula he decided to stay in London and become a successful entrepreneur.
At sixty it was time to retire leaving his businesses to the family. Being a man with ambition he set himself a challenge to write a book. His love of history and antiquities and discussing the legend of Trachilos with his friend George Papachristodoulou in Cyprus many times, inspired him to bring him to life.
Having a house in Nemea, Peloponnesus in southern Greece, where there's a wealth of history, his aspiration to embark on his quest was more profound, starting on his book in his little house on the hills of Nemea the major wine producer of Greece. One summers day a friend asked him; �Did you buy the house in Nemea for the wine?� Of course not, but having a glass of wine and standing among the ruins you start imagining yourself in antiquity and that's something else.
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It was a beautiful, calm spring dawn in Ourania, when the sun started slowly climbing above the horizon, looking like a huge orange fireball as it moved steadily up the sky. The reflection of the sun light as it bounced off the calm sea looked like billions of stars dancing on the surface. The warmth of the sun was bringing everything to life from the night�s rest�the birds with their chirpy songs to one another, jumping from branch to branch searching for food and marking their territories, people getting ready to face another day and children filling the city with life with their laughter and games. Little Trachilos was doing just that in the grounds around the palace of his parents, King Philon and Queen Phaedra. At the age of four he was full of energy, chasing one of the dogs, who was running after the birds as they looked for worms to feed their chicks. Trachilos suddenly stopped and bent down, picking up something that looked like a long piece of rope and running after the birds, calling out to them.� �Come on, little birds. I have got a big worm for your babies. Come on!� Phaedra was having breakfast on the lower terrace of the palace, keeping an eye on Trachilos, who was bigger and stronger than the average four-year-old and had no fear or sense of danger, wihch often got him into trouble. When he got closer, Phaedra, to her horror, realised what he had in his hands was a snake. She panicked and started calling for help. �Please, someone come quickly. Trachilos has picked up a big snake with his bare hands!� Trachilos was holding the snake by its neck tightly with his right hand, the rest of it coiled around his arm. He called out to his mum. �Don�t worry, Mum. It is only a big worm. Look, it is dead, and I have killed it before I will give it to the birds to feed their babies.� When one of the servants finally came and took the snake away from him, Phaedra said to Trachilos, �Come here, my love. Let me hold you in my arms. Do you realise what you have just done? That was not a big worm. That was a big snake. It is poisonous. If that bit you, you could have died. You must not do that again.� King Philon heard the commotion and came running from the west wing of the palace, where the cellars were. He was arranging with one of the servants to store the wines that the ships had brought from Paphos. Philon asked Phaedra, �What is going on? It sounds like something terrible has happened.� Phaedra turned to Philon and said, �Your little boy has killed a big snake with his bare hands�that is what happened. He scared the life out of me.� Philon stood there with a broad smile on his face and proudly said to Phaedra, �Well, my beautiful wife, it seems you gave birth to a handsome and strong boy. We can rest assured that our kingdom is going to be safe in his hands when he takes over from me.� Phaedra fussed over Trachilos the rest of the day and told him not to do anything like that again. Philon, on the other hand, was so proud of his son that he made sure everybody heard of his son�s adventure. Trachilos was growing fast, and by the age of twelve he looked more like sixteen. At one metre seventy, he was taller than the other children his age, and his strong physique made him stand out from the rest. He was also very handsome, with sun-bleached hair, golden skin, big green eyes and a round nose. Trachilos looked more like his mother the older he got. Phaedra was a tall woman, one metre and eighty-five, with light brown hair bleached blond by the strong sun. Her almond-shaped sea green eyes, pouting lips, and small round nose made her the most beautiful woman in Ourania. Philon was slightly shorter than his wife, with broad shoulders and a hard face suited to the life he led to keep his kingdom. He had a high forehead, black hair, and large dark brown eyes like that of a bull, as well as a rather large nose and dark skin. Philon and Phaedra had two more children, both girls, Antigone and Semele. They were identical twins, brunettes, with sky blue eyes and their father�s features.