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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

And here Magdalene finally exploded... She could not bear it anymore... Yes, she
was the most powerful Magician. But in this frightful moment she was just a fragile
loving woman who was about to lose her most beloved human being in the world.

Her faithful pure heart did not understand HOW Earth could to give its most
gifted son to be brutally tortured and then killed? Was there any sense in this sacrifice?
She was absolutely certain that there was none whatsoever. She was accustomed to the
endless (sometimes hopeless!) fight since she was a child, but now Magdalene was
unable to understand this absurd and wild sacrifice! Neither her heart nor her mind
could accept blind obedience to fate, just in the vain hope of somebody's possible
"awakening"! These people (the Israelites) lived in their isolated world, dead shut for
others. The fate of a "stranger" did not bother them. And Maria knew – they would not
help, just as she knew that Radomir’s death would be senseless and in vain. And
nobody could bring him back, even if he wanted. It would be too late to change
anything...
– Why don’t you understand me? – Radomir suddenly askd, eavesdropping on her
sad thoughts. – If I don’t try to awaken them, they will destroy the future. Do you
remember what Father told us? I must help them! Or at least I have to try.

– Tell me, you failed to understand them, right? – Magdalena whispered, tenderly
stroking his hand. – Just as they failed to understand you. How can you help people,
if you don’t understand them?! They think by way of different Runes... if these are
Runes at all. It is that they are different people, Radomir! Their mind and heart are
unknown to us. No matter how hard you try, they will not hear you! They don’t need
your Faith, just as they don’t need you. Look around, my Joy. It is an alien home!
Your land calls you! Leave, Radomir!
But he did not want to countenance defeat. He wished to prove to himself and
others that he did everything he could. So no matter how hard she tried, she could not
save Radomir. Regrettably she perfectly knew it…
It was already the middle of the night... The old garden, buried in the world of
smells and dreams, was cosily silent, enjoying the time of freshness and coolness. The
world around Radomir and Magdalene slept carefree, having no presentiment of
anything dangerous or bad. Only Magdalene felt that somebody pitiless and indifferent
stood right behind her and chuckled gloatingly... It was Fate... inexorable and

threatening … It gloomily looked at a fragile tender woman who it still failed to break
by troubles or pain...
In order to protect hersef from all this, Magdalene clung with all her might and
main to the old recollections, as if she knew that only they could keep her fevered brain
from complete and irretrievable "black-out".
The darling years she spent with Radomir still lived in her tenacious memory... It
seemed to her that it was such a long time ago! Or was it yesterday? It did not matter
now – tomorrow he would cease to exist and their life together would indeed be just a
recollection…

HOW could she accept it?! HOW could she do nothing, when her only love and
dearest human being on Earth was going to die?!!
– I want to show you something, Maria, – Radomir whispered.

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