Part Twentythree

Narrator

So night came, Engla and her father were arranging the meeting place, despite the fact that she had been injured hours before, Aren walked from one place to another thinking about what they are going to do with his beloved while Elena was totally calm, no she wanted nervous verse in front of such people especially if she was supposed to be the warrior.

-Elena? -. Engla calls from the door to the young woman.

-I'm here-. Elena stands up and follows Engla to her future, to her defeat or victory, to her acceptance of the people.

-Come on, calm down, remember what I taught you, first of all ...-.

-... Calm can call Victory-. She ends the idea looking with concern at the hand of that Nordic woman.

-I'm going to be fine, (stops her) you had no choice, besides (hugs her) I'm very proud of you Elena-. By this time, she has already reached the entrance of the meeting room.