Beatrice stood motionless in front of the mirror in her room on Jillian's estate. For the first time in hours, she felt not only the pain of losing Ava, but also her body. Her arms just hanging down on her and her uniform seemed to be getting heavier by every minute. Soaked with her sweat and blood from all sorts of followers of Adriel, but also with that of Ava. Slowly, Beatrice looked at the large dried spot on her chest. She touched it with shakinging hands. Ava. Her blood on her and a few objects from Switzerland was all she had left of her. She carefully peeled herself out of her uniform and hung it on a hanger on the wadrobe. As if dazed, she ran into the small bathroom and stood under the warm stream of water in the shower. Live your life she had said. How could Beatrice live her life without Ava in it. Exhausted and sad, leaned she her forehead against the cold glass of the shower bee.
A few hours later, she walked through the mansion as if in a daze. As if by herself, Beatrice finally landed in front of Ava's room door. She couldn't do more than just put her hand on the doorknob.
"Beatrice. Are you okay?" Camila carefully placed a hand on Beatrice's shoulder.
Slowly she turned around and could no longer hold back. Crying hugged she Camila. She and Jasmine were the only ones who knew how close Ava and Beatrice were.
"I couldn't protect her." Beatrice's voice trembled.
Sensitively, Camila put a hand on the back of her head and tried to comfort her. "You did what you could and had to."
Never before had Bearice allowed herself to be so vulnerable in the presence of other nuns. Now she didn't care that her strength could be questioned. "I miss her Camila. So much."
"Ava is and was very special. She had achieved what no warrior nun before her had ever done. In this life she has fulfilled her task and is waiting for you in the next." With a short push and a smile, Camila left again, leaving Beatrice in the hallway.
When she had collected herself after a few deep breaths, she opened the door. Immediately, Ava's unmistakable smell came to her nose and for a brief moment it felt like she was with her. Usually Ava was anything but not orderly and organized, the complete opposite of Beatrice. That's why she was very surprised when she found a clean and tidy room. The shirts that were lying on the floor just a few days ago hung neatly in the closet. Ava's bed was made without a wrinkle. It was obvious how Ava somehow knew she wouldn't back here. Except for the order, everything was as usual. Slowly Beatrice sat down on the foot of the bed and let herself fall backwards on her back. With a deep breath, she could smell Ava even more clearly. As she turned her head to the side, she noticed a clipboard on the bedside table. She quickly sat up and fetched it. Beatrice couldn't remember Ava ever writing down her plan to overthrow Adriel. She immediately recognized Ava's handwriting on the page. Apparently, Ava had put a lot of effort into this, everything was more legible and beautifully written than the shopping lists in the bar. But the first line was not a headline for a plan, it was a letter. From Ava to Beatrice.
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Warrior Nun: The aftermath
Fiksi PenggemarA sequel from the time Ava disappeared and Beatrice struggles with the loss of her Warrior Nun. What could have happened and will the two see each other again? English is not my main language so please forgive me for wrong words or some unligical se...