Spanish Diosa! ⇒ 【FULL】

Ataecina leaned forward. "The sun does as it must. The dry is my season. It is the time when things must go into the ground, rot, and be forgotten. That is my gift. Forgetting. Death."

Viriato, shaking, prostrated himself. "Great Mother. Our world is dying. The sun has cursed us. Send rain." spanish diosa!

He returned to his village and told the story. He told it as the rains washed the land, as the acorns swelled, as the pigs grew fat. He told it until he was an old man, and then he taught his children. Ataecina leaned forward

"My Roman name is Proserpina," she said with a sneer. "They say I was stolen by Pluto, that I am a victim. A pathetic weeping girl who eats six seeds and is trapped. They do not understand. I am no one's hostage. I chose the dark. I chose to hold the keys to rebirth. Their story is a lie. I want you to go back to your village and tell the true story." It is the time when things must go

"But we are your children!" Viriato cried. "We leave you offerings of black lambs and the first wine of the harvest."