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...
With a heavy heart, Zorya accepted the comfort of the wind that caressed her skin, and played with her grey hair, as she breathed in the smell of the sea and listened to the singing on the restless waves, that were now so calming. The closer she was to her home, the younger her body felt, as if she could simply dive in and swim all the way to Gora Nevskya, and hold her children in her arms, telling them how much she loves them, telling them how much their father loved them until his last, dying breath.
Thinking of his life, that ended so soon, Zorya despised her arms that were created for killing, that were created for fighting wars, she wished she was more then a warrior, because heart of a warrior is empty, as the blood drips from his hand forever, she will never be more then that.
Was she a wife?
Her husband is dead.
Was she a mother?
She spent life fighting for her children, that she haven't seen in long, ten years.
"Sleep, now warrior, because after the war is over, you have nothing left to live for." Zorya would hear a voice in her head, that she would so desperately trying to ignore.
Zorya was trying to stand strong, to hold her head up high, and to embrace the memories of the youth, but it was hard because her body was so weak. The years of fighting, of surviving, of grieving completely destroyed her, and a sharp pain, in her lungs, and in her heart would often remind her that she was still standing, alive.
"My queen, we are approaching Gora Nevskaya, how can we be sure that we won't be attacked?" One of the soldiers asked, making Zorya chuckle.
"Attacked? No. Just sail, and look around you, even if we were attacked, wouldn't you want to die in a place as beautiful as this?" Zorya asked.
The forest, never changed, it remained the same, and Zorya was sure that it will remain the same forever. Everything came back, crushing her heart. For a moment, she swore she could see a young woman, running around the woods, with a wolf by her side, exploring everything, living an innocent and a happy life, away from the castles, and the gold, because she never needed that to be happy, she needed only to be free.
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And for a moment, Zorya was sure that she could see a man, right beside that young woman, that reminded her of the love she had lost.
But as soon as the curious eyes of the young people looked into the distance, observing the ship, Zorya realized, those beautiful, young people were Cyrus and Mira.
"It's Walnia! Look at the flag!!" The boy yelled.
"They are back!" Mira yelled back, calling more people to come and to see, because right now, the twins couldn't believe their own eyes.
"My children..." Zorya muttered, with her voice shaking. Her whole body trembled. It was so long time ago, when she was able to feel mother instinct so powerful, that she was confused, scared, she didn't know should she get up and run away as fast as she could, or stay there, and be with them, because not even in the most thrilling battle, she felt something as indescribable.
