Story based on Anastasia, filled with fantasy, dreams, greed, magic, romance...Hope it will fill your expectations. (I do not own Final fantasy or Anastasia!)

MY BEAUTIFUL LADY

Loosing everything.

A lady was walking in a big corridor. She wore a long velvet dress and a silver crown. Her walk was slow and smooth but her eyes looked worried. She was looking for someone. "Yuna, Yuna! Where are you?" She called out.

A small 6-year-old child answered her from the salon. "Granny, I'm here." Her little white dress, her brown short hair and her pink face were cowered in grime but her by-coloured eyes were shining of happiness. She sat on a big green armchair with golden embroideries and was drawing a picture.

The lady sighted. "What have you done this time? You are all dirty."

"I was just playing hide-and-seek with Tidus. I hid myself in the stove, but he had to work… Granny, why don't I have anyone to play with?" Yuna looked her grandmother with disappointment. "I know, I know. I am the daughter of the king. But I'm bored playing with dolls."

"How many times I have to tell you not to mess with that kitchen boy! He is nothing but trouble. We do not have time for this now. The party is about to start and you are looking like this." Viola took Yunas hand making sure not the get dirty herself brought Yuna out of the salon. "You are going to have a bath and then we are going to dress you like a little princess should dress." Yuna opened her mouth to argue but she was stopped. "No, not a word! And this time you are acting properly."

Viola walked to Yunas room and took her to the bathroom. "Gabriela!"

A maid who was folding the sheets answered her. "Yes, madam."

"Wash this soot of her. And hurry, the party is about to start." The maid took Yuna to the bath; Viola was sorting out some clothes for Yuna to wear. She picked out a fluffy pink dress with white bands, white shoes and a pink circlet with roses.

When Yuna was washed and dressed, she looked like a porcelain doll with a sulky face.

"Now that is more like it…" Viola was looking Yuna proudly. "You look just like your mother when she was your age…Oh my, we are almost late. Come Yuna!"

Yuna was starting to walk with her eyes down when she startled. "I forgot! My picture!" she ran to the salon and took the picture. Viola fallowed her. "We don't have time to play. What is that?"

"Yuna hid the paper behind her back. "You can't see it, not yet."

"You and your games. Come!" Yuna and her grandmother went to the hall. It was decorated with long wreaths, thousands of candles and baskets of orchids and peppermint. The whole hall smelled like the garden.

The floor was filled of waltz dancing couples. They were like spinning flowers.

"It is so beautiful in here. It smells like your perfume in here, granny!" Yuna started to imitate the dancers.

"Yuna what I told you about acting pro…" A woman with long blond hair and green eyes had walked to them. "Here are you, I thought that you got lost." She laughed.

"Mom, look at me. I'm dancing…" Yuna was spinning so fast that she lost her balance and fell. Viola shook her head and pulled her up.

"Yuna, go sit by your father. Mother, come with me. There are some people who want to talk to you." They left and Yuna ran to her father who was talking to with someone. "Dad!" Yuna yelled as she ran to her father. He turned around and smiled to her. "Ah, Yuna. There are you."

"I need your help…"she whispered and showed him the drawing she made.

"Yes dear. What is it?" He bent to look.

"I want to write 'To the best and the strictest grandmother in the world. From Yuna.', but I don't know how…"

"Here, let me…" He took a pen from a table and gave it to Yuna. "You should know the letters. I tell you what to write and you write it. Understand?"

"I guess so…"

With her fathers help Yuna wrote what she needed to write and ran to her granny.

"You can see it now. It is for you, grandmother." Yuna handed the paper to Viola. It was a picture of her sitting in the garden.

Viola looked the picture and smiled. "Thank you. It is beautiful, but don't try to buy yourself out. I'm not getting any gentle to you…"

"I know…" Yuna could not finish her sentence because the ground started to shake. People were screaming and some pieces of the sealing started to fall down.

A man with a long black robe came in slowly. He held his hands up and laughed hysterically.

"…Seymour…" Viola whispered. "Mother, take Yuna and go! Don't let him see her!"

"Who is Seymour…?" Yuna was scared and confused.

"We need to go!" Viola took Yunas hand and ran out of the hall. The whole building was collapsing, heavy pieces were falling down. Screaming people were running and finding their way out. Viola stopped.

"Listen to me, Yuna. You have to go to the kitchen and find a big carpet with a fruit basket. Under it is a tunnel. You have to go trough that tunnel. Don't look back! You hear me! Don't look back!"

Yuna stood there with tears in her eyes. She was scared but she nodded. Viola started to walk away.

"Run Yuna, run!" She shouted to her when the corridor collapsed and closed it. Yuna just stood there looking at the stones. She started to cry. "Mommy, where are you! Daddy, daddy!"

She sat on the floor crying when a boy ran to her. He had short blond hair and blue eyes.

"Yuna, what are you doing in here? Why are you sitting in here, we need to go!"

"I don't want to go. I want my mother!" Yuna started to cry louder. The boy took her hand and leaded her to the kitchen. On the floor there was a wrinkled carpet and next to that was an opened hatch. The boy started to drag Yuna down the stairs when a big stone fell and hit Yuna. She lost consciousness. Everything went black…

& & &

"Hey, wake up!"

Yuna opened her eyes. She was on the street and an old man was looking at her.

"Where am I…Who am I?" She asked when the pain in her head started to feel.

"You are hurt." The man helped her up. "Little girl, where are your parents. You don't belong to the street."

"I don't know…I…I can't…I don't remember."

"What is your name?"

Yuna closed her eyes trying to remember anything…all she saw were rocks and a voice calling "Yuna, Yuna, Yuna…".

"I'm Yuna…I suppose." She started to cry. "Help me please. I can't remember anything."

"I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm taking you to the sanctuary. There you will be safe…"

He took Yuna away.

Yuna grow up in different orphanages with the other orphans not knowing about whom she was or about who were her parents. She had to suffer hunger and beating, cold and a lot of insults. In there the children didn't have any education or rights, but Yuna grew up to be strong. Strong enough to run, run away…