Disclaimer : Don´t own Anastasia, nope.
Note: just that you get it, almost everything happens earlier than actually in the movie
He was bored.
Well..to be exact he was bored to death.
Rasputin grinned over his own ironic thought.
I guess that´s ´´bored to half-death´´ for me..
He strolled over to the stone table in the middle of the room - or as much as you cold call at it one - and moved his long fingers in a lazy movement over the green shining reliquary.
So much it had cost him to gain it, and its included power..yet now it was as useless as one of the rocks laying around.
Or Bartok..
He thought, one glance at the white bat, which was currently sleeping, hanging upside down on the stone wall.
..Although he had surprisingly proven himself to be quite usefull in the end, by finding the reliquary and bringing it to me..
The touch of his fingers caused the devilish instrument to spring to life and produced green swirls of fog-like gas, darkest power seeping out.
The fog increased and formed itself to a mirror-like circle. Immediately the image of a snowy russian forest appeared, which grew along an almost invisible road.
Rasputin raised an eyebrow - what unfortunately caused one of his eyes to fall out of its hole and roll on the stone table.
"Damn all devils in hell, I hate it when that happens !" He cursed under his breath, only a second after returning the eye to his rightfull place.
The next time he looked at the image in the fog, he avoided to raise anything, not even his lips - afraid that they might fall off too.
Curious and somewhat confused he starred at the forest.
Why is it showing me this very place ?
Why ?
There´s nothing special about, a mere forest at winter time : lots of snow, trees and frozen rodents and maybe- hey, what´s that ??
On the scenery a young red-haired woman suddenly made her appearance, stumbling through the high piles of snow together with a little dog.
Rasputin´s eyes grew bigger, this time he dind´t care about the falling out, though.
It couldn´t be, ..could it ??
Frantically he tried to get a closer look, and, finally being able to zoom, saw her face, yet she hid most of it under a scarf and cap :
Cristal blue eyes, yet so fiery that they could take over fire.
A determinded look, used of things being accomplished as they´re said.
Bright red hair, a stark contrast to the clothes and the snow.
But most of all her facial expressions..so very familar...so very...
...Romanov !
The sorcerer was so shocked, he almost lost the control of his feet.
It- it can´t be ! That´s impossible ! My curse finished them off, once and for all !!...
...and yet one Romanov brat is wandering through a forest under my very eyes !
ARGHH!!
With a scream of agony he hit his head hard against the stone table...knocking his head off in the process. In his rage he screamed on, his head jumping up and down like a ball.
What seemed like hours later, he finally took a deep breath and became silent all of sudden.
His head jumped to the fog, to watch the girl make her way.
"Now that I´ve found you again, enjoy the rest of the life you still have... till I will take it, princess..."
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I would love beta-reader, since english´s not my mother tongue