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Chapter 1.
The monastery "Las Soras de la piedad", somewhere in Spanish forests
The young nun was praying in the middle of the church, tears spilling down her cheeks. The old church was cold and only dimly lit by the burning candles, the shadows creating intricate patterns on the walls. The only sound that could be heard, except the hurling on the autumn wind blowing dry leaves outside, was the soft pleading, growing more and more desperate as the night fully engulfed everything.
"Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum."
She almost choked as she felt the familiar vibes, the hair on the back of the neck standing up in terrified anticipation. Gripping her rosaries tighter she kept on praying, hoping he would go away, yet knowing he wouldn't. The silent crying turned into hysterical, and she stopped praying, trying to catch her breath.
The wind outside suddenly calmed and a shiver went through her as the church plunged into darkness, the smell of extinguished candles filling her nostrils.
"!Ven, Lolita! !Ven a me!" a deep, rich masculine voice reverberated through the church, though except the girl there was nobody around.
Despite the will, the nun stood up from her kneeling position, dropping the rosaries and started walking slowly down the alley as the church doors slid open with a low wail. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside, her feet submerging in the sea of rusty leaves covering the cold stony stairs.
She kept on walking, heading towards the forest surrounding the church with small steps. Her eyes glazed, she didn't even notice that the wind had begun blowing again, ripping off the covering of her head, and setting her hair free from the neat bun it had been arranged in.
Wisps of honey-gold hair danced through the air, tangling and untangling as if in a dance, as the wind grew stronger, bending the dry branches and lifting up whirlpools of dust and leaves.
The monastery "Las Soras de la piedad", somewhere in Spanish forests
The young nun was praying in the middle of the church, tears spilling down her cheeks. The old church was cold and only dimly lit by the burning candles, the shadows creating intricate patterns on the walls. The only sound that could be heard, except the hurling on the autumn wind blowing dry leaves outside, was the soft pleading, growing more and more desperate as the night fully engulfed everything.
"Pater noster qui est in caelis, sanctificetur nomen tuum."
She almost choked as she felt the familiar vibes, the hair on the back of the neck standing up in terrified anticipation. Gripping her rosaries tighter she kept on praying, hoping he would go away, yet knowing he wouldn't. The silent crying turned into hysterical, and she stopped praying, trying to catch her breath.
The wind outside suddenly calmed and a shiver went through her as the church plunged into darkness, the smell of extinguished candles filling her nostrils.
"!Ven, Lolita! !Ven a me!" a deep, rich masculine voice reverberated through the church, though except the girl there was nobody around.
Despite the will, the nun stood up from her kneeling position, dropping the rosaries and started walking slowly down the alley as the church doors slid open with a low wail. Her breath caught in her throat as she stepped outside, her feet submerging in the sea of rusty leaves covering the cold stony stairs.
She kept on walking, heading towards the forest surrounding the church with small steps. Her eyes glazed, she didn't even notice that the wind had begun blowing again, ripping off the covering of her head, and setting her hair free from the neat bun it had been arranged in.
Wisps of honey-gold hair danced through the air, tangling and untangling as if in a dance, as the wind grew stronger, bending the dry branches and lifting up whirlpools of dust and leaves.
