would no longer be able to hurt him. He spread his arms like wings, lifted his face to the sky, and plunged into the open crater in a seething sea of lava.
Magdalena
Magdalena pressed both hands to her mouth and sobbed quietly. Pressed against the cold wall, she felt the chill spread through her. Everybody that meant something to her was dead. In such a short time, she had lost everything. First her parents had perished in a storm. Sailing away on the "Majorana" should have been the beginning of a new life for her. Instead, she landed in a dark nightmare. Initially, she was full of hope, as she met Ourday and his sisters. Chiana and Alawa became the friends she never had in her previous life. Her confidants, since the day they arrived half dead with a horse-drawn cart in Catania. They were like sisters for her, and she had loved them with all her heart.
She thought of Ourday his dark eyes, full of warmth and love. His love had been like a cure for her, like shelter. She felt safe with him as if he had spread his love over her like a protective cloak. Now, the love of her life was dead along with his sister and she thought about finding a way to set an end to her own life. If there hadn't been the child she knew she carried beneath her heart, she would have followed Ourday in death. But, she could not sacrifice her unborn child. Ourday would continue to live in him. Chiana and Alawa’s fate could not go unpunished. Someone had to take revenge. A new surge of bitter tears streamed from Magdalena blue eyes and left a trail on her pale cheeks. Chiana with her wild beauty had been so full of life. Then, naive as she was, she had fallen for the womanizer Cesare, who abandoned her to protect himself. He had been far too weak to stand up against his corrupt misanthropic father even if he had wanted to.
His father was the supreme commander of the Gambelloti and a bad man. A real monster, he had raped sweet innocent Alana, when she got pregnant denied it. Chiana and Alawa had fortunately taken shelter in the monastery. Pregnant and unhappy but safe, Chiana had hoped until the end that Cesare would confess to her and the child. She had been sure that Cesare loved her. Although Magdalena doubted Cesare's honesty, she believed that he felt something for Chiana. But, he was a wimp unable to rebel against his father.
Then, something had happened, and everything changed forever. Matteo Maltese took the volcanic eruption last month as a cause to tell the villagers the savages were to blame for the eruption. The volcano had punished them to show that savages were not meant to be there. Ingenious tactics to cover up for his missteps and to finally get rid of them. He, as the head of the local Gambelotti had held a persuasive speech, saying that the savages had brought shame to the village. Especially Chiana, who had given birth to twins in the meantime, with her bastard children. Whether clear to him that they were his grandchildren, Magdalena did not know, but it certainly would not have made any difference to him, cruel as he was.
The villagers longed to find someone to blame for the eruption. Many had lost their belongings or a family member. Matteo Maltese took the unscrupulous advantage of that fact, and he did not do the slightest thing to stop them when the mob got Chiana by force from the monastery and dragged her to the volcano. Cesare, however, was desperate. Magdalena had seen the despair in his face, but the coward did not do anything to stop the villagers. Magdalena felt no sympathy for him. She hoped that he would suffer his cowardice and be haunted forever so that his soul could never find peace.
The villagers had thrown Chiana into the crater of the volcano that day, offering her as the sacrifice to mitigate the offended spirits of nature itself. Ourday had burst into Matteo Maltese speech after the offering of the infidel, how he called his dead sister in front of the villagers in the village square. Ourday was out of
Magdalena
Magdalena pressed both hands to her mouth and sobbed quietly. Pressed against the cold wall, she felt the chill spread through her. Everybody that meant something to her was dead. In such a short time, she had lost everything. First her parents had perished in a storm. Sailing away on the "Majorana" should have been the beginning of a new life for her. Instead, she landed in a dark nightmare. Initially, she was full of hope, as she met Ourday and his sisters. Chiana and Alawa became the friends she never had in her previous life. Her confidants, since the day they arrived half dead with a horse-drawn cart in Catania. They were like sisters for her, and she had loved them with all her heart.
She thought of Ourday his dark eyes, full of warmth and love. His love had been like a cure for her, like shelter. She felt safe with him as if he had spread his love over her like a protective cloak. Now, the love of her life was dead along with his sister and she thought about finding a way to set an end to her own life. If there hadn't been the child she knew she carried beneath her heart, she would have followed Ourday in death. But, she could not sacrifice her unborn child. Ourday would continue to live in him. Chiana and Alawa’s fate could not go unpunished. Someone had to take revenge. A new surge of bitter tears streamed from Magdalena blue eyes and left a trail on her pale cheeks. Chiana with her wild beauty had been so full of life. Then, naive as she was, she had fallen for the womanizer Cesare, who abandoned her to protect himself. He had been far too weak to stand up against his corrupt misanthropic father even if he had wanted to.
His father was the supreme commander of the Gambelloti and a bad man. A real monster, he had raped sweet innocent Alana, when she got pregnant denied it. Chiana and Alawa had fortunately taken shelter in the monastery. Pregnant and unhappy but safe, Chiana had hoped until the end that Cesare would confess to her and the child. She had been sure that Cesare loved her. Although Magdalena doubted Cesare's honesty, she believed that he felt something for Chiana. But, he was a wimp unable to rebel against his father.
Then, something had happened, and everything changed forever. Matteo Maltese took the volcanic eruption last month as a cause to tell the villagers the savages were to blame for the eruption. The volcano had punished them to show that savages were not meant to be there. Ingenious tactics to cover up for his missteps and to finally get rid of them. He, as the head of the local Gambelotti had held a persuasive speech, saying that the savages had brought shame to the village. Especially Chiana, who had given birth to twins in the meantime, with her bastard children. Whether clear to him that they were his grandchildren, Magdalena did not know, but it certainly would not have made any difference to him, cruel as he was.
The villagers longed to find someone to blame for the eruption. Many had lost their belongings or a family member. Matteo Maltese took the unscrupulous advantage of that fact, and he did not do the slightest thing to stop them when the mob got Chiana by force from the monastery and dragged her to the volcano. Cesare, however, was desperate. Magdalena had seen the despair in his face, but the coward did not do anything to stop the villagers. Magdalena felt no sympathy for him. She hoped that he would suffer his cowardice and be haunted forever so that his soul could never find peace.
The villagers had thrown Chiana into the crater of the volcano that day, offering her as the sacrifice to mitigate the offended spirits of nature itself. Ourday had burst into Matteo Maltese speech after the offering of the infidel, how he called his dead sister in front of the villagers in the village square. Ourday was out of
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