<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lady Melina Del'Castellorosso</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Angel of Riace'</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/9960c406-7aeb-4e5b-9174-36e83dbe1238_zpscc943042.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Melina took the hand the Valkyr offered and let herself helped up. She watched the Valkyr curiously. Some things made no sense to her. Why was she helping a Southener? And why was she so different to the stories she had heard of the Northeners? When she spoke of the errands Melina and to take care of, she started to shiver for a moment. It was one thing to plan it and a totally different thing to carry it out.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Why is it so difficult to do a truely good thing when your soul is dark and spoiled? Do you know that? I feel truely for the first time really challenged, while all the bad things I did in my life came totally naturally. I never hesitated or even had qualms, even killing my own unborn kids was totally easy. And now that I deep into some intrigues again and I want for one time do the right thing and tell the truth I am feel totally paralyzed.”</span><br/><br/>Melina wondered what dark secrets the Valkyr may hide behind that weathered face. This dark woman was probably no saint either. But probably there weren't a lot of saints on this world. Melina had no intention to turn into a saint, but to sleep without a bad conscience would feel good for change too.</div>