Bloody Dawn. Daughter of Dawn. Natalie Yacobson

The dreamIt is capable only to scare. The palm is not cut, the face is not burned, but the feeling of the reality still remains. He remembered that he read in the scripting on prophetic dreams. They just need to interpret and wait for when they come true. True, to interpret dreams is too difficult. This is a whole science.

      In addition, Ferdinand already knew that some dreams come true directly. He dreamed of a really existing devil. That was not an allegory.

      And the worst thing is that he felt something to the devil something that he had not to feel.

      It’s time to atone for his sins by prayer! He almost jumped up with a wretched bed. Somewhere was lying around the candle’s grinding. Lighting the wick, he saw her face in the flame outbreak again. This is called puzzling. It is impossible to succumb to it. It is necessary to repent, you need to pray, you need to drive an obsessive image of a beautiful devil from yourself.

      Ferdinand was confident in his durability. He himself should be unshakable, like a stone to truly serve his God. He will have to be expelled from consciousness all temptations, no matter how hard it was.

      It seemed that the walls themselves whisper something to him, and the flowers on the ceiling crawling like live snakes.

      Ferdinand moved to the chapel in his familiar path, confidently bypassing the complex maze of the old building. Their monastery was similar to the fortress, available only for birds. Arched windows and high ceilings trample them. Despite the deep night, Ferdinand heard the rustling of wings and sometimes bird’s squeaks. It seemed to be in words.