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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova.   Revelation

            real Vedma in person, naturally, I longed to ask heaps of questions. My indefatigable
            curiosity "fidgeted" inside me, squealing with impatience, and begged to start asking
            immediately and of course, "about everything"!

                  In this moment, probably without noticing that I was deeply submerged in the
            strange world, so unexpectedly opened to me, I could not correctly and in time react to
            the picture which suddenly mentally opened to me... and terribly real fire flared up
            around my body!
                  The tongues of the roaring fire "licked" my defenseless flesh, exploding inside my
            body and bereaving me of my mind... The wild, extremely cruel pain overwhelmed me
            penetrating into every cell of my body! It rose to an extreme height and from there
            pounced upon me in a squall of unknown suffering which could be neither calmed
            down,  nor  stopped.  The  fire  dazzled  me  and  twisted  my  spirit  that  howled  with
            superhuman horror into a lump of pain so that I could not breathe! I tried to cry but
            could not hear my voice. The world collapsed, breaking into sharp splinters, and it
            seemed it could never be brought together. My body blazed like a terrible festive torch,
            reducing it to ashes; my wounded soul was incinerating too. I uttered a dreadful cry…
            and suddenly I found myself in my "earthly" room, my teeth still chattering with the
            unbearable pain which had seized me so unexpectedly. Still stunned, I stood in my
            room perplexedly looking around, unable to understand who could do something like
            this to me and why.

                  Despite  the  wild  terror  I  somehow  succeeded  in  pulling  myself  together  and
            calmed down a little. On thinking briefly, I understood at last that most likely it had
            been just too real a vision, the perception of which fully repeated the nightmare that
            the girl-witch had once experienced...
                  Despite fear and the recent too vivid feelings, I tried to go back to the fairy-tale
            "ice palace" to my abandoned friend who, I was sure, was beginning to be seriously
            worried. But I failed. I felt like a squeezed lemon and had no strength left even to think
            of this "journey", let alone to accomplish it. I got angry at my "spinelessness" and tried
            to give it a go again, as some alien force pulled me into the already familiar "ice" hall
            where my loyal Stella rushed about in alarm.
                  – Oh,  boy?!  I  was  so  scared!  What  happened?  Thank  goodness,  she  helped;
            otherwise you would have flown who knows where! – Choking with "just indignation",

            my little friend fired at once.
                  I did not understand yet myself how this kind of thing could happen to me, as I
            heard the tender voice of the unusual hostess of the ice palace:
                  – My dear, but you are in fact a Darinia! How did you get here? And you are
            living!!! Do you still feel pain? – I nodded with surprise. – You should not have looked
            at such a thing as this!

                  Anna affectionately took my head which still "boiled" with sizzling pain in her
            cool hands, and  I soon  felt the terrible pain  slowly  retreating  and then completely
            vanishing.
                  – What was that? – I asked almost dumbstruck.
                  – You  simply  looked  at  what  happened  to  me.  But  you  are  unable  to  protect

            yourself yet and felt everything. You are very curious. It’s your strength, but also your
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