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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

enough. I had to understand what made him so strong and what the "gift" he had got
in Meteora was and which I was unable to see, because it was absolutely alien to us.
Therefore I needed my father, but he did not answer. And I decided to try to call Sever.

Regrettably, no matter how hard I tried, he did not want to contact me too for
some reason. And I decided to try that, which I had just demonstrated to Caraffa – to
"waft" to Meteora... Only this time I had no idea where the monastery was... I ran risks,
because if I did not know the "point of my destination", there was a chance that I could
be unable to "assemble" myself at all. And this would mean death. But I had to try, if I
hoped to get answers in Meteora. Therefore, I went there, trying not to think about the
consequences...
I "tuned" myself in to Sever and mentally ordered that I show up where he could
be at this moment. I never went to any place "in the dark", which, naturally, did not
instill huge confidence in my attempt, but I had nothing to lose, except for victory over
Caraffa, which was well worth the risk.

I found myself on the verge of a very steep stone precipice which "soared" over
earth like an enormous fairy-tale ship... There were only mountains around – big and
small, green and simple stone-grey ones, which turned into flowering meadows very
far away. The mountain where I stood was the highest and the only one on the apex of
which there was snow in some places. It proudly towered above others like a shining
white iceberg the base of which hid an enigmatic secret, invisible to others...
The freshness of the pure and crisp air took my breath away! It sparkled in the
rays of a burning mountain sun and its flashing snowflakes burst, getting to the
"depths" of my lungs. I breathed easily and freely, as if it was not air that flew into my
body but amazing life-giving force. I wished I could breathe it eternally!
The world seemed beautiful and sunny! As if there was no evil and death;
people did not suffer and a terrible man called Caraffa never lived on earth...

I felt like a bird, ready to spread my wings and rise high into the sky where no
Evil could get me!
But cruel reality pitilessly returned me to earth, reminding me of the reason I
came here. I
looked around. A grey stone rock, licked by winds and shining with fluffy hoarfrost,
towered right behind my back. And there... I saw huge and extraordinarily beautiful
flowers which were scattered on it like white star dust! Proudly exposing their white,
almost waxen, pointed petals under sunrays, they looked like pure cold stars which fell
from the sky by mistake onto on this grey lonely rock... Unable to turn my eyes from
their cold and enchanting beauty, I sat by the nearest stone, admiring the charming
play of chiaroscuros on the blinding-white flawless flowers. My soul rested blissfully,
voraciously absorbing the wonderful peace of this light and enchanting instant. Magic,
deep and affectionate silence soared around.

Suddenly I shuddered. I remembered! The footprints of Gods!!! This was the name
of these magnificent flowers! According to a very ancient legend which my dear
grandmother told me a long time ago, when Gods came to Earth, they lived high in the
mountains, far from the world’s fuss and human vices. They spent long hours reflecting
about lofty and eternal things, and closed themselves from Man by the curtain of

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