Zorya is a wild and a beautiful, pagan princess who loves spending time in the depths of her forest, side by side with her wolf, becoming one with a nature.
Darius is a cruel, and dark Christian King, feared by many, with a tragic fate, who comes t...
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Zorya came to the forest to greet it one last time as a pagan woman, bfore she takes a new religion upon herself, before she becomes someone else, and maybe even a stranger to the nature she loved so much. By her side stood Snezika, the white wolf whose fur reminded Zorya of snow and so she gave her a name that in her language had a meaning of snowflake, her belly was getting bigger every day, and Zorya was sure that in a month, she shall see the little wolves.
"Forgive me the Old Gods, and my ancestors for renouncing your name, but I must do so in the name of love. Please, forgive me for my words, and for my actions, forgive me if I ever sinned against you, while I called myself a pagan." Zorya said looking up at the sky.
"But I don't think I can forgive you, The Old Gods, you who call yourself omnipotent, and the divine as we mere mortals worship you so desperately. You have not hear my prayers from the distant lands and I doubt you hear me now. You have not protected me, you have not stood by my side. Kreshnik died for me, gave his life for me while you are immortal!" Zorya yelled into the sky as she felt the anger building inside of her.
"You are weak! You are cowards! You never be able to understand a bravery of a human being! So watch me renounce you! Watch me become a God like are! But I promise you that I am going to be the greatest ever!" Zorya yelled again into the sky, maybe that was something she needed to justify herself, maybe she needed to feel more powerful than the Old Gods, before she handles her heart to the Christianity.
"But you Mother Nature, shall remain one I respect and love the most, because you gave me the forest that is my sweet escape from the rest of the world, and I shall always remain faithful to you, even in Christianity." Zorya whispered before leaving the forest as the white wolf followed her.
Zorya's baptising was about to begin, and she did not want to be late for it. She put on the white dress and the crown on her head. She choose Mary, widow of general Joseph to be her godmother. After all, Mary was always nothing but kind to her, and Zorya admired her for being so strong woman, and mother of a two boys, after general passed away.
"It is time my Queen. Are you feeling alright?" Mary asked Zorya.
"Of course I am feeling fine Mary, thank you for your concern. I was just having the last conversation with my Gods that I am renouncing." Zorya answered.
"It must be hard for you to do this."
"No, not at all. I have already survived my cultural shock. Now I am just adjusting myself a bit more." Zorya answered.
"May I ask, why are you choosing to do this now My Queen?"
"I want to remain with my King and with my people, people of Walnia in death, just the way I remind with them in life." Zorya answered with a smile on her face. Of course, she learned to be less naïve after Sarah betrayed her, but she could feel that Mary is different, seeing her being so passionate in training to become a warrior, Zorya learned to cherish her friendship.
