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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The blaring screams filled the air, along with the smell of blood, burned flesh, and steel, creating an atmosphere that could make anyone who is composed of human emotions, destroy completely, or make him an absolute beast, beast that is prepared for anything, beast who is ready to rip the soul out from his enemy in order to become the only one left alive, to become the one who will win this battle.
Today, they shall all become the beasts, and when the battle is over, with their victory, they shall earn the forgiveness as well, by defending their Kingdom, families, friends, and everyone who was weak and frightened in front of sight of battle.
Zorya was jumping like a wild animal, realizing howls from her lungs, not allowing herself to stumble with fear, or exhaustion, because that is something her enemies will use for advantage.
Her face, her hair, Zorya felt like her whole body was covered with the blood, as she killed, she could swear to God, that she will kill more and more, until her body crumbles and becomes the dust, and her spirit burns out with pain.
"Murder, him, murder everyone."
Zorya swore that she could hear the voice inside of her head.
If she wanted to win, she needed to become worse than anyone she knew, she needed to become cold, as her weapon, as she watched people she care about dying before her blue eyes.
Yolanda, was dead.
Gwen died after her.
People of Gora Nevskaya were falling.
But that is the war, that is what happens, people, weak, and breakable, die easily, just one stab in the right place is enough to pierce their flesh, but wolves, strong, fierce, feral and beautiful, they bleed just like humans, and die as easily as them.
"Умри! Умри! Умри!!!" Zorya screamed as she stabbed one of the Mongols, and swiftly moved on the other one cutting his head off, as his blood splashed her face, Zorya did not waste her time, moving around and cutting the limbs of her enemies and letting them to die, bleeding out on the cold ground, alone and forgotten.
Darius remained strong, fighting as well, surrounded by his soldiers, who were ready to be the eyes of a King if that is what The King needed in the battle. Nobody could ever understand, how could a person with such a damaged eyes, fight with such a passion, such a skill, remaining untouched.
People of Gora Nevskaya impressed Wlanians, as well, but was that enough?
In the end of the day, as the dark, the biggest ally of King Darius came, soldiers were exhausted, but people of Gora Nevskaya only fought harder, and harder, and so did Mongols.
It was only the first day of battle, and nobody was willing to leave the battlefield.
"Now! Don't fall behind! We will either join our fallen brothers and sisters, or we shall forever remain on the battlefield!" Darius screamed at his soldiers.
"Со мной! Сильнее!" Zhanna commanded to her army, screaming from the top of her lungs, not allowing anyone to give up now, or ever.
But the battle, had to end in some way, because after the long hours of fighting, and struggling, none of them could continue, none of them were able to declare the winner, because everyone, lost so much people to even count them, and eventually, Mongols, had to pull back for now, but that was not the end, because they shall meet again, and fight, and Gengis Khan himself, will raise his sword, on Walnia, along with his rage.
But now, the dead deserved funeral, and the tired bodies, deserved rest.After the battle ended, Zorya collapsed in the arms of her beloved, not wanting to fight ever again, and turn into the beast, who knows nothing better.
"This is not over." Queen Zhanna said.
"They will come back." Darius said holding his wife tightly.
"Shut up." Zorya hissed holding Darius tightly, trying to control the rage that didn't want to abandon her body, she did not want to hear about the battle anymore, she needed rest, she needed to calm down.
"Zorya..." Darius tried speaking.
"Enough, enough about war, enough, I can't listen about it anymore, I can't...We fought well but the dead should be buried, but I can't listen anymore..." Zorya spoke as her hands began trembling, she saw enough deaths, she heard enough screams, she had enough...
"It is alright my Queen, you fought well, you did well. You deserve a rest, but I can't lie to you and tell you that everything was just an ugly dream." Zhanna said watching the young Queen, about to break down, trying to keep her body standing on the ground, and her mind clear.
"If that is what you want to believe, tonight, you are allowed to." Darius said and picked Zorya up in his arms, soon carrying his Queen, his warrior, to the warm castle, where she could wash her body from the blood that wasn't hers, and escape from reality, that no matter what she did was her.
Zorya fall asleep, as the hell of the battlefield haunted her mind.
The fallen soldiers were buried, and Wlania did not celebrate victory that night, because so many people lost their lives.
But who could even understand that this battles, this funerals, were about to become the reality of Walnia, for many years ahead.
Year, after a year, when they all become unable to even measure the time, and forget the sound of happiness, and when they spirits completely break, that is the time when Walnia will, either fall, or raise in the absolute glory.
Умри!-(Umri)- Die! Со мной! Сильнее-(so mnoy! Cilyneye) - With me! Stronger!
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