Yggdrasil, Profecia do Sangue

“Rhenan mantinha-se encostado à lareira a olhar para ela. Tinha colocado mais turfa, de modo, a intensificar o calor na sala, sentia-se gelado por dentro. A profecia começara e apesar de ansiar por ela há tanto tempo, neste momento não se sentia preparado para o que viria a seguir. Olhando para Maria, sentia-se impotente sem saber o que fazer. Passou as mãos pelo cabelo, e bebeu o resto de whisky que preparara de um só trago.”
"Rhenan stood leaning against the fireplace looking at her. He had put more peat in order to intensify the heat in the room but was still felling that strange cold. He knew that the prophecy began and despite craving for it for so long and now looking at her standing there in front of him he knew that he was not prepared for what came next. He felt powerless without knowing what to do. Ran his hands through his hair, and drank the rest of the whiskey. "