Author's Note:Welcome to The Chronos Queen of Sherwood! This is a story of how a woman from the future uses her brain to survive a past that is anything but "simple." Expect high-stakes romance, technical genius, and a King who will do anything for his Queen.Don't forget to add this to your Library and vote with Power Stones!
The air on Easter Island tasted of salt and ancient, unspoken secrets. To any other traveler, the sight of the Moai—those towering stone sentinels with their hollow eyes—was a mystery of history. But to Evangeline, they were a mathematical puzzle, a silent broadcast of a civilization that had understood the earth differently than her own.
At eighteen, Evangeline was a creature of sharp edges and brilliant light. With an IQ of 250, she saw the world in patterns of energy and code. While her family unpacked their modern gear, she stood at the edge of the rugged coastline, her dark hair whipping in the wind. She wasn't just looking at the view; she was feeling the atmospheric pressure drop, a digital sensor of her own invention humming a warning in her pocket.
"The geography here is perfect for a camp, isn't it?"
Evangeline turned to see her younger sister, Elara. At fourteen, Elara was the "Pure Heart" of the family. She was kind, soft-spoken, and possessed a genius-level intellect of her own. She held a heavy leather-bound book to her chest, her eyes wide with the wonder of a researcher.
"It's perfect for a camp, Elara," Evangeline murmured, her voice laced with a protective warmth. "But the tide is coming in faster than the charts predicted. Something is... off."
Their mother, Julianna, didn't share their fascination. She was busy arguing with Alistair Senior and the grandfather, Silas, about the placement of the tents. Julianna's gaze often flickered to Evangeline with a sharp, simmering resentment. She saw her eldest daughter's intelligence not as a gift, but as a challenge to her own control. When Evangeline suggested moving to higher ground, Julianna simply threw a tantrum.
"We are staying here, Evangeline!" Julianna snapped. "Stop trying to run this family like one of your experiments."
Evangeline went silent, but her mind didn't stop. That night, as the family slept uncomfortably in the humid air, she and Elara sat awake. Between them lay a young man they had found barely conscious on the shore just hours earlier—Alistair. He was muscular, with a sharp jawline and striking white-and-black hair, but his blue eyes were clouded with amnesia. When he looked at Elara, he didn't see a stranger; he saw a sanctuary. He was like a loyal puppy, refusing to leave her side.
"Do you feel that?" Elara whispered, clutching Alistair's hand.
The ground shuddered.
Suddenly, the night was swallowed by a roar. A massive, supernatural wave—a wall of dark blue water—surged toward the shore with impossible speed. It wasn't just a tide; it was a localized apocalypse.
"Evangeline!" Silas screamed as the water hit the camp.
There was no time for logic, only for magic. Evangeline reached into her pouch, pulling out a vial of glowing pollen and her ancient book. She grabbed Elara's hand, who in turn gripped Alistair's.
"I have to save them," Evangeline breathed, looking at her parents and grandfather struggling in the foam. "But if I do this... they won't remember us. The world will forget we ever existed."
"Do it," Elara cried, tears blurring her vision. "Save them!"
Evangeline closed her eyes and shouted the incantation: "Fantaquirias!"
A flash of blinding silver light erupted from her palms. The water froze in mid-air, turning into shimmering glass. In that heartbeat, her family vanished, transported to a safe, distant shore, their memories of their daughters wiped clean by the sheer force of the spell.
The ground beneath the sisters split apart. A gigantic, futuristic portal spiraled open, humming with a rhythmic, metallic sound. It was a doorway through time itself.
"Jump!" Evangeline commanded.
The three of them—the two genius sisters and the mysterious boy—leaped into the swirling void. The dark blue of the Pacific faded into a blinding white, then shifted into a deep, lush green.
The last thing Evangeline felt before she lost consciousness was the scent of damp earth and ancient oak trees. They weren't on Easter Island anymore. They were in the heart of Sherwood Forest, and the legend was just beginning.