Page 434 - Revelation

Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

The night was passing too quickly. It was already dawn in the east... Magdalena
sighed deeply. She knew that soon they would come after him to give Radomir into the
hands of jealous and lying judges... who hated this, as they called him, "alien envoy"
with the whole of their stale souls...

Magdalena was silent, curling up in Radomir’s strong hands. She simply wanted
to feel his warmth... as long as possible…
It seemed that life left her, drop by drop, converting her broken heart into a cold
stone. She could not breathe without him... without the man she loved so much! He was
half of her self, without which her life was impossible. She did not know how she would
exist without him. She did not know how she could be strong. But Radomir believed in
her and trusted her. He left a DUTY to her which prevented her from surrendering.
And she honestly tried to survive...

Despite being superhumanly concentrated, Magdalena did not almost remember
further events...
There were alien people filled with incomprehensible spite...
There was pain and horror, watching Radomir suffering...

There was a tiny hope vanishing in an instant...
And there was a CROSS... inhuman and frightful instrument of death.

She knelt beneath the cross and looked right into Radomir’s eyes to the very last
moment... till his pure and strong soul left the, already unnecessary, dead body.
A hot drop of blood fell on Magdalena’s mournful face. It merged with a tear and
rolled down onto the soil. Then the second one fell... So she stood without moving a
muscle, motionless in her innermost grief... mourning her pain with bloody tears...
Suddenly a wild beastly cry, even more frightful than that of a beast, shook the
surroundings... The cry was shrill and drawling. It made the soul freeze. It squeezed
the heart in an icy vicelike grip. It was Magdalena... Earth answered her, its old mighty
body shuddering. Then the darkness came...
People were running around in horror like headless chickens, having no idea
where their disobedient feet carried them. Like the blind, they ran against each other,
jumping aside in different directions, and again stumbled and fell, oblivious to their
surroundings... Screams sounded everywhere. Crying and confusion reigned at the
Bald Hill and people who watched the execution there, only now began to understand
truly what they had done.

Magdalena got up. And again a wild inhuman scream pierced the tired Earth.
Drowning in the roar of thunder, the scream wound around wicked lightnings,
frightening the stale souls... On freeing the Ancient Magic, Magdalena called the old
Gods for help... She called the Great Ancestors.
Wind disheveled her beautiful gold hair in the darkness, surrounding the fragile
body with a halo of Light. Frightful bloody tears still reddened her pale cheeks, making
her almost unrecognisable... They made her look like a fearsome Priestess...

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