LOGINThe slate hut high in the mountains offered only temporary protection. The Winter already approached for the second time, and Marcus knew that she was not yet another hard winters could survive here – not with a four-year-old child who slowly became bigger and stronger, but also asked more and more questions.One evening after Valeria was asleep, Marcus and Livia sat long before the little fire.“I can’t go any further,” Livia said quietly. Your voice was exhausted, but determined. “Not for them. It deserves more than constant escape and fear.”Marcus stared in the flames. “I know. But when we put ourselves...”“We don’t stand,” Livia interrupted him. “But we can send someone. Someone we trust.”Marcus looked at her. ‘Lucius’;Livia nodded. “He has helped us before. If someone has influence in the Senate and at the same time understanding for us, then he. Maybe he can make a sort of deal to reach. An amnesty. Or at least that they leave us alone.”Marcus kept silent. Then he s
The night was ruthless.Marcus wore Valeria on the arm while they fled deeper into the dark mountains. The little girl had stopped crying, but her little body still trembled. Livia ran beside them, the hand firmly bound with Marcus’, the blue fire of Mars weakly glowing around her injured shoulder.None of them spoke. The only sound was her heavy breath and the Cracking stones under their feet.Only when the morning grazed and she had a small, protected trough under a found overhanging rocks, they stopped. Marcus carefully put Valeria down and examined them from head toe. No injuries. Only exhaustion and fear.Livia fell on her knees and pulled her daughter into her arms.“I’m sorry, my dear,” she whispered with a broken voice. “I am so sorry, that you had to experience it.”Valeria buried her face on her mother's neck. “I didn’t want to be evil... I wanted only that men go away.”Marcus knelt and embraced both. His voice was rough. “You were not Bad, Luna. You protected us.
The summer reached its peak. The air was heavy from honey fragrance and mature Fruits for days and golden.Valeria Aurelia Luna had become even more confident in the last few weeks. You has been able to weave small protective spells that lasted several hours, and their purple light balls no longer danced chaotic, but followed their thoughts with elegant precision.This afternoon she practiced on the large meadow. Marcus stood a little off and watched her proud, while Livia sat in the shade and sorted herbs.“Look, Dad!” Valeria called. She stretched both hands. A large purple Dome was created around them, stable and clear. It danced golden sparks – a perfect mix of the magic of her parents.“Unbelievable,” Marcus murmured. “It will be stronger than the two of us.”Livia smiled, but remained a quiet discomfort. “She is still a child. We must do not demand too early.”Suddenly Valeria died. The dome flickered and broke together. The Little Girls turned around and stared towards
The summer broke into the valley of the Efeu with full force. The sun stood high and warm in the sky, the air was filled with the sum of the Bees and the scent ripe herbs. The olive trees wore small, hard fruits that in autumn would become oil, and the stream led cool, refreshing water. The valley seemed to breathe – alive, lush and gracious. Valeria Aurelia Luna was now four years and three months old. She wasn't a little girl that just played. She was a little personality with strong will, quick understanding and a magic that from week to Week became more mature and controlled. On a particularly hot afternoon the family sat on the banks of the pond. Valeria stood up to the knees in the water and concentrated. Your little hands were stretched out. She slowly formed a floating ball from purple light, then two, then three. With a gentle movement, she had the balls circle around her as bright planets. “Look, Dad! I can let her dance!" Marcus sat on the shore, legs in the
The winter was long and hard, but when spring finally came, he did it with such a splendour that it felt like a gift from the gods themselves. The valley of the Efeu literally exploded in colors. The wild flowers blooming in bright yellow, pink and violet, the olive trees wore delicate new leaves, and the brook returned fresh, clear melting water. The air smelled for life, after Hope and new beginning. Valeria Aurelia Luna was four years old. She wasn't a toddler anymore. She was a raised, brave girl with long, wild black curls that stretched her to the middle of the back, and eyes that ever changed to the mood between radiant gold and deep blue. Your magic had developed strongly this winter – not wild and uncontrolled as before, but more conscious, finer, almost playful. On a warm spring day the family sat on the flowering meadow in front of the cottage. Valeria stood there concentrated, the little hands stretched out. before her several small purple light balls that g
Winter didn't come quietly to the valley of the Efeu. He came with great power. It started in the late afternoon. The sky, clear and blue hours before had been, suddenly darkened to a threatening grey. The wind freshened first as a quiet crying, then as a deep, angry boil. Marcus stood in front of the hut and looked west. The clouds hung deep and hard. “It’s a storm,” he said. “A big one. We need to secure everything.” Livia nodded and immediately took Valeria to the arm. The little girl felt the Clamping her parents and clinging to her mother. “Mama... will it be loud?” “Yes, sweetheart. But we're safe inside. Dad prepared everything.” The next few hours they worked feverish. Marcus strengthened the wooden shops, brought the goats into the small stable and secured the door with additional bars. Livia carried all supplies, blankets and furs in the Main room near the fireplace. Valeria helped as well as she could – she wore little Wooden ash and laid it neatly next to th







