The Land of the Ancient Vyrajian Gods. Book 2. Vision of the Goddess

Excerpts from the book:
As soon as dawn broke, Ladomira said goodbye to her lover and got ready to return home.
“My father will curse me as hard as he can,” she said, literally drowning in the hunter's arms. “Well, let it be... Now nothing will separate us...”
Lesyar kissed her on the lips and said:
“In the forest, a couple of versts from here, there is an ancient Temple of the goddess Lada. In the past, wedding ceremonies were performed there. Later, the farms that stood around it fell into disrepair, but the Temple — both the altar stone and the statue of Lada still stand there. We can make a sacrifice, for example, a hare, which symbolizes fertility, find a couple of witnesses and enter into a marriage. Then your father will not do anything against the goddess.”
Ladomira sighed.
“So be it, but only later... Now I need to leave...”
The girl walked through the forest in the direction of the city and the hillfort, bad forebodings tormented her soul. Suddenly the Vila appeared in front of her. Ladomira shuddered, fear gripped her heart.
“I know, your name is Ladomira...” the Vila began in a gentle voice. “How many times have I seen you in the forest... I thought you were still a very young girl... But it turns out that you have grown up for love...”
Ladomira proudly raised her chin, realizing that in front of her was the same Vila in the form of a beautiful maiden who loved Lesyar.
“Yes it is!” the girl answered boldly. “I am human! Lesyar too! You're just a spirit.”
The Vila's eyes flashed with hatred.
“You're right, girl! I am the spirit of the forest!” the Vila said, approached the girl and touched her chest with her hand.
Ladomira's head began to spin, the forest blurred before her eyes — she lost consciousness…
***
...“Mokosh, do you intend to tell us something important?” Triglav immediately got down to business. “Is this about our future?”
Mokosh motioned for everyone to be quiet.
“I had a vision of the future when Rozhanitsy were spinning their spindles.”
The Vyrajians tensed. Mokosh did not have visions of the future too often, although she had the gift of clairvoyance.
“The vision sent me a sign: the cult of Logos will continue to gain strength,” Mokosh continued with sadness in her voice. “The Saxons will invade the lands of the Eastern Slavs. Blood, death, scorched villages — this is what awaits our followers.”
There was a tense silence in the hall. Ziva turned pale. Ruevit, Radegast, Svetovit, the son of Svarog and Lada, brother of Perun and Mokosh, immediately grabbed their swords. Svarog impulsively hugged his wife, ready to faint.
“Then our days are numbered...” Triglav concluded. “We need to inform Avsen and Perun. There are very few of us left anyway...” the three-faced god fell silent. No one broke the tense silence. “More and more often in my dreams I see my dear Gardarika...” he admitted.
“Gardarika died. It no longer exists...” recalled Stribog, who had been silent until now. “Just as there is no more Asgard in Vyraj! No more Avalon! We have only their pitiful likeness on Earth. Praise be to Rod that we named our abode Radogosh! The old Gardarika has become a legend!”
Tears flowed from Damp Mother Earth's eyes.
“I get a strong tide of Vatten only once a year, when the Slavs celebrate my day at the beginning of Traven... This cannot continue for long...”
“I lose strength every day...” Svetovit supported her in a sad voice...