Long after the commander had said goodbye, a depressed mood prevailed among all three, which gave their students a break from all training and work.
Ero was busy trying to persuade Alina. A futile attempt. Sometime in the evening, the girl returned to her quarters.
Alina wasn't sleeping. She pulled herself back to the wall on her bed. The legs tightened, incessantly seized by trembling.
She was tormented by paintings that spared her for so long.
Bloody bodies ripped open by swords. The mighty bodies of war horses. Armed men and women, their faces seemed to her as a child like dangerous monsters. And in between, a woman whose facial features resembled hers. Proudly leading a life in combat.
All this now wanted to resurrect this girl. The glorious battle of the Amazons. The granddaughter of the former Amazon leader Alesa.
Success promised. After all, the former Amazon village was founded on a bandit camp. There she would – Alina – just right fit into it.
The girl put her head in her neck.
She had not closed her curtains, as was usually the case. A lukewarm wind blew through the open window. He left an icy feeling where a trace of tears ran down her face.
It was a beautiful night. Hardly a cloud covered the sparkling starry sky. The full moon dipped the girl's face in its white light.
Their thoughts were marked by darkness. Before their eyes, red flames rose up to the firmament. Thoughts that could not be shaken off.
Although she hated being obedient to this woman, she had to prevent her terrible premonition from coming true. She felt obliged to protect the students and everything Marno had built over the years.
Her life would be a small sacrifice. As opposed to losing everything a second time because of the former Amazonian War.