The Legend of the Chessboard (WIP)

When undead conquerors invade an Aztec-inspired empire, folk songs cast four teenage refugees as mythical heroes who will save the continent. Now, unless they uncover the insidious bard manipulating the truth, the songs—and the conquerors and revolutionaries they incite—will play them and discard them like pawns.

Nine years ago, Ias, one of the many sons of the god-emperor, was exiled after a court scandal that cost him an eye. Yet ever the dreamer, as the Othrinsish Empire sieges the coast, Ias hopes this may be the chance he’s been waiting for: to journey west to the Erakoran capital and defend his empire to regain his family’s acceptance. He rallies other young refugees to escape the warfront—Ias’s quippy younger cousin from a lineage infamous for betrayal, a tomboyish temple acolyte losing her religion, and a runaway slave plotting vengeance. But… collapsing an ancient temple on the invading army draws the ire of the Othrinsors and the awe of a growing Erakoran Revolution.

Woefully unprepared, guarding secrets, and as everything they knew about society and magic overturns, Ias and his companions traverse warzones and enchanted wilderness, hunted by conquerors and haunted by the folk songs. Between unraveling sinister legends, evading a manhunt of relentless Othrinsish mages, discovering lost magic, and budding friendship and romance, the teens race the conquerors to the capital. And when identities and political agendas are revealed, the Chessboard must decide if they are fellow refugees, revolutionaries, or each other’s enemies.

The Legend of the Chessboard (100,000 words) is a multi-POV YA adventure fantasy set in an Aztec-inspired empire that sets queer indigenous Latino refugees as the heroes of a collapsing empire that wasn’t as benevolent as they once believed. The Othrinsors are as if the Qing Chinese shipwrecked in the Americas. Think “The Sunbearer Trials (2022) meets The Poppy War (2018)”— revolutionary war and colonial themes like The Poppy War (and a love of linguistics and anthropology) but drawing hope and strength from identity, community, youth, and friendship, like The Sunbearer Trials. Other comp titles include Children of Blood and Bone (2018), An Ember in the Ashes (2015), and Black Sun (2020).

I study Creative Writing and Spanish at Northwestern University and am an alumna of Alpha Young Writers’ Workshop, Iowa Young Writers’ Studio, and Smith Creative Writing Pre-college. My work has been published by Scholastic Arts & Writing, Apprentice Writer, and more. As a queer second generation Chinese-Vietnamese refugee, my and my family’s experiences inform themes of queer identity, refugee identity, imperialism, and colonization.

All photos are by Alyssa Wong in the Yucatán, Andes, or Amazon.

Meet the Cast

Ias Iame Teixec

Seeing Bishop (17) (he/him)

Earnest, academic, and idealistic. A blind, banished prince from a dynasty of cutthroat future-seeing god-emperors. He wants to be a worthy prince—but his empire isn’t as benevolent as he’d thought.

Azcatli/Anita Paras

Ember Knight (18) (she/her)

Skeptical, perceptive, and temperamental. A runaway slave who accidentally burned her people along with her enslavers. Intent on destroying the empire that enslaved her, but entangled in that same empire’s revolution. 

Sarran Teixec

Stone King (16) (he/him, trans)

Snarky, irresponsible, and trying to figure out who he is. A traitorous noblewoman’s bastard and Ias’s cousin with powerful telekinesis he shouldn’t have. His mother promised him a welcome home if he betrays Ias.

Maiye of Chimalmaitl

Blue Queen (19) (she/her)

Honest, dedicated, and bold. An acolyte of the Temple of Chimalmaitl, disgraced after being unwilling to marry a prince. Having lost her original life purpose, she hopes she can still help people as a revolutionary. 

Koya of Talape

Singing Bishop (15) (she/her)

Calculated, imperious, and manipulative. The princess of Talape, a conquered nation, raised in the Erakoran court. She’s using musical propaganda to inspire a revolution, but secretly wants to see Erakoro destroyed.

Eora of Wrath, Empress of Othrins

(53, appears 30) (she/her)

Vainglorious, poised, and devious. The commander of the undead conquering army and immortal Empress of Othrins. She and her people come from a continent destroyed by a plague so deadly it is known as Wrath.

Celi Calo

Apprentice Mage (15) (she/her)

Serene, studious, and a hint of anxiety. An Apprentice Mage under Eora with hydrokinesis, though more excited to learn a new language and culture than fight. 

Nascha of Hoke

Apprentice Mage (17) (she/her)

Aggressive, relentless, and brooding. An Apprentice Mage under Eora with the ability to augment the strength of her body and weaponry with glowing green veins.


The Legend of the Chessboard is a work in progress! I plan to begin querying around Spring 2027. If you’d like to express your interest in receiving a query or sample pages, please let me know.

Contact Me

12.28.24 - 6.19.25

First Draft

8.22.25 - 12.01.25

Alpha read + replanning

Mar ‘27

Polish Draft

12.01.25 - Sep ‘26

Developmental Drafts

March ‘27

Query Round 1

Sep ‘26 - Mar ‘27

Beta/Sensitivity Drafts

Prologue

When the first plume of smoke rose thick and black over the neighboring city of Tlanac, the people of the skeleton city paused in their masonry, crowding together at the edge of the plateau to watch the walls fall, and cheered. A boy of nine rushed to the cliff, jumping and waving at the green banners marching into the smoke. “Hi!” he yelled, waving his thin, scarred arms over his head. The wind rippled through the holes in his milky blue shirt. “Hello, the Other Ones! Mama, do you think they will see me?”

His mother, cheeks smeared with adobe and dust, let her brick form fall from her hands as she wrapped him in her arms, in case he fell over the edge in his excitement. “No, Lucho,” she said, smiling. “I don’t think they will.”

Lucho cupped his hands around his mouth. “HELLO, THE OTHER ONES. THEY CALL ME LUCHO. WELCOME TO THE GREAT EMPIRE OF ERAKORO.”

A whip cracked. The people watching the city shrieked and scattered. An overseer stood behind us, cheeks scarred from years of sunburns. “Get back to work!” he roared. 

For a moment, no one moved. The overseer hesitated. Then, with a grim smile and her long white braid swishing behind her, Dolores Peralta was the first to limp back to the construction site, swaying on her clubbed foot. Without much vigor or fear, the rest followed.

As the crowd dispersed, the overseer caught sight of the great city below and the smoke that now shrouded the sprawling pyramids and canals. He stumbled towards the edge, scars taut and mouth agape, the whip in his hand slackening as an acrid wind passed through him like a dry and loose leaf.