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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"Careful Yolanda, it is good to be fast, but you need to think well before you move." Zorya said before knocking the young red-haired woman to the ground before a human eye could even blink.
"Unless, you want to lose your life on the battlefield, because you are not careful enough." Zorya said and helped the woman get up.
Yolanda, was one of her favorite students, she was young and fierce, yet beautiful with long red hair and honey like brown eyes. Yolanda preferred to use an axe, instead of a sword, and had the untouched feral spirit. Maybe because she was so young, she started training with Zorya when she was just 10 years old, and since that she advanced a lot.
"I am trying, but it is so hard to be fast and careful at the same time." Yolanda said.
"You remind me of myself a lot, you are passionate, and that will serve you well, but before you take a step on the battlefield, you need to get rid of your fear, and then you can be fast and careful at the same time." Zorya answered, making the young woman smile.
"Thank you my Queen!" Yolanda answered.
"It is alright, now continue with your training. You may try fighting Clara this time." Zorya answered.
Zorya moved around, observing the woman, fighting each other, struggling to prove themselves to be worthy soldier to their Queen, someday, when Zorya decides that they are ready and when their services in army become necessary.
After giving a birth, it took some time for Zorya to get her body back in shape, motherhood changed her a lot, but now, she felt that she has something more to fight for.
"Charge! Shoot the arrows!" Suddenly, Mira yelled jumping around with her wolf, she named Millie, because she though the name was, simply adorable.
"Kill them all and defend our holly kingdom!" Cyrus yelled chasing after some children, his she-wolf, named Una, after one of the famous Queens of Walnia, chased after him.
The children were laughing as they played, trying to reincarnate the famous "Battle at frozen lake" where Darius and Zorya defeated the Viking army.
Soon, Darius joined her.
"Look at them, so innocent, not understanding what the war truly is. I wish it remained that way forever." Zorya said with a sad smile on her face.
"They have to grow up someday, my dear." Darius answered to her.
"I wish to give them a safe childhood, away from war, but they are already playing, pretending to be the soldiers." Zorya said.
"Zorya, my love, I assure you, they are happy." Darius said
"Are you happy?" Zorya asked.
"I find your question rather hilarious, because I am always trying to make sure that you know that you made me the happiest man alive, when I was sure that I will spend my life living in the complete darkness." Darius answered making Zorya chuckle.
"Sounds ironic coming from someone called King Darius the Dark."
"Well, I was never found of that name." Darius chuckled.
"I thought it sounded rather...Intriguing."
But soon, the two of them were interrupted by the twins who were running to them.
"Get them! Defend out kingdom!" Cyrus yelled waving his wooden sword in the air.
"In the name of glory!!!" Mira yelled.
Soon, the twins jumped on their parents laughing.
"You two! We shall tickle you to the death now!" Zorya yelled back, and they ended up on the ground playing with their children laughing.
"Dad, if the real war comes, what will happen?" Mira suddenly asked.
"We shall fight!" Cyrus answered.
"If the real war comes, we shall protect you two with our lives, and I promise you that no matter what you should remain safe." Darius answered.
"You shall not fight, because if something happened to you two, we wouldn't be able to handle that." Zorya added.
"And you as a prince and princess of Walnia, are our future." Darius said.
"So I will be a King just like you dad?" Cyrus asked.
"Heave is a head that wears a crown, my son. You should enjoy your own freedom while you can." Darius said with a smile.
"I want to be a queen of a forest someday, like Mokosh, Mother Nature!" Mira said. Recently, Zorya was getting worried because her daughter was so fascinated by the pagan religion, but again, she thought it was just a phase in her childhood.
"You know, sometimes you remind me of myself, and that really scares me.'' Zorya said to her daughter with a smile.
"My love, I would suggest you to write a book about Slavic mythology, because the myths are beautiful, and they should be preserved for the next generations to read them." Darius said.
"You are right, I don't want the myths to be forgotten." Zorya answered and smiled.
"I always loved listening to you talking about the myths and telling me the stories." Darius said.
Zorya avoided speaking about the Slavic myths and gods after she changed her religion to Christianity, she focused on reading The Bible and learning more about Orthodox customs and beliefs. She loved the holidays, especially Easter. Just like a little kid, she would run around sharing the eggs she painted, but she also loved Christmas, on that holiday, she would buy so many presents to everyone she knew, especially in orphanage.
"You really remember that?" Zorya asked.
"Of course I do, my favorite is about Mokosh and Pizmar." Darius said.
"Really?" Zorya asked, surprised that her husband even remembered that story.
"Tell us the story dad." Cyrus said.
"At first Mokosh wasn't respected and worshipped enough, so she descended to the mortal world and had a son with a man. Her son and named Mokosits and he was a priest who introduced people to the Mother Nature. But Mokosh was punished for her relationship with mortal. So her son was banished into the Underworld, where people who died of sickness and old age went. He became one of the guardians." Zorya said.
"But what is the story of Mokosh and Pizmar?" Mira asked.
"I will allow your father to tell it, because he claims he remembers it." Zorya said.
"Though she was often spiteful toward those who wronged her, Mokosh could not help but feel sympathy for the beautiful Pizamar, a goddess who had discovered that her mortal lover was destined to die soon. Deciding to help her, Mokosh used her skills of wondrous weaving to create a gown that allowed her to creep unseen into the underworld. None of the guardians of the underworld except Mokosits saw Pizamar while she wore the magical garment, and, recognizing his mother's work, he allowed her past to complete her errand and save her lover." Darius spoke slowly, not taking his eyes off Zorya.
"That is a beautiful story." Mira said.
"It means, that people who love each other will do everything to be together, even in death." Darius said.
"This stories should never be forgotten! Mum you should write a book!" Cyrus said.
"I will do that, quite soon, and I promise I will read it to you." Zorya said.
"How is the book going to be called?" Darius asked his wife.
