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 war stole the laughter away from those who were once happy. The war stole away lives from so many people, and Walnia became dark, as if it turned into a graveyard of the fallen soldiers, burying away all the light that was once shining in the their innocent eyes.
Because that is what war does, destroys, the great leaders, the most beautiful countries, the unbreakable spirits of the young people who always end up first in the lines, seeing too much, until they burst, until they cannot take it anymore.
The war simply refused to end so easily, no matter how much time Walnia fought back, Mongols would return, stronger, fiercer, indefatigable, and nobody could help Walnia anymore. Gora Nevskaya could perish, and become as empty as Walnia, while trying to help King and Queen fight this terrible war. But after Queen Zhanna was defeated, there was no point in making people of Gora Nevskaya fight.
But they refused to surrender, they refused to hand over their lives in the hands of those who will put them in chains, and hold them, like an animals, torture them, and keep on reminding them of failure they are, a weak army, that was unable to defend the holy Kingdom of Walnia.
The war raging on for many years, and Zorya was slowly giving up, sometimes at night, she wished she could break, and cry herself to sleep, wished she could just close her eyes, and shut away from the whole world, forgetting that her life became a tragedy. Death was the only way to end it, but that was too easy, too gentle for a warrior like her, and there was a man she loved, the man who would never let her do that.
Darius was the strongest among them all, maybe because he was blind, and unable to see his people suffering, but if he was suffering, he made sure that nobody in this world saw his suffering either. He refused to let go of his home, and hand it over to the Mongols, wishing to keep it safe, so one day, when the time comes, his children will come back, and live their happy lives there.
"I will never let my Kingdom fall, not while I am still breathing, not while the Sun still shines on this damned sky, not while the grass grows under our feet." Darius would promise to his people, and they gave their best to believe his powerful words.
King Darius the Dark is going to protect his people, he is going to fight for Walnia, his Queen, the strong, feral she-wolf that is howling at the whole world with her anger, and sorrow. But the whole kingdom, can't simply remain on their backs.
In was one battle after other, and Zorya has lost the count on how many people she had killed, their faces stopped haunting her in her dreams a long time ago, because death became something so ordinary, something so normal, but it shouldn't... Her life should never turn into this, the passion for war, for fighting was over, and nobody could bring that back, because she got used to it, now it was a monotonous and sorrowful every-day life.
