Hello everyone! This is the first story I publish here so please if you like the first chapter leave a feedback :) The news of the new Yugioh movie inspired me to write this since I've always thought that Atem and Anastasia had a lot in common XD I hope you will enjoy the read!

Ps: English is not my first language so sorry for eventual mistakes.

Couples: Prideshipping - a bit of Polarshipping

Characters:

Y. Yugi/Atem - Anastasia

Seto Kaiba - Dimitri

M. Pegasus - Vlad

Bakura - Rasputin

Malik - Bartok

Solomon Muto - Emperess Marie, Anastasia's grandmother

Mai Valantine - Sophie

Mahad, Shada, Karim and Mana - Anastasia's siblings

Aknamkanon - the Czar Nicholas II

Extras:

Mokuba, Yugi, Joey, Tea, Tristan.


There was a time, not very long ago when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916 and my son in law was the Czar of lmperial Russia.

We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our family's rule. And, that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Atem, my young nephew.

Atem chuckled as he danced with his sister Mana and his cousin Yugi. The prince had danced all the night with his family and friends and stopped only after he spotted his grandfather Solomon. Atem bowed to his dance partner and went to greet his grandfather, followed by Yugi.

Solomon smiled and ruffled his nephew's almost identical wild hair. Atem and Yugi had the same age and were close as brothers. Solomon felt sad to have to separate the two cousins but he and Yugi had to return to Paris since he had business there.

"Atem, I have something for you," Solomon said, taking out of his pocket a little golden pyramid with an eye shaped in the middle. It was a special gift he had made for Atem, to make their separation easier.

In the meantime, a young servant sneaked into the ballroom from behind, unnoticed by everyone. The boy was eating an apple as he peeked with a boring look at the three of them.

"For me?" Atem asked, his red-purple eyes were shining with delight. It wasn't much of a mystery that the prince had a fascination for Ancient Egypt like his grandfather.

"Oh, what is it?" little Yugi asked, staring at the gift. "Is it a game?"

"Seto!"

The servant jumped as a man took him from the waist and dragged him away from the room. "This is not your place!" the man said but if he thought that he would manage to keep Seto out of there he was deeply wrong.

Solomon took a little key shaped as well as a flat pyramid and put it into the eye of the pyramid. He turned the key and a sweet music started to play as the box opened, showing two little figures moving in a circle.

"It plays our lullaby!" Atem and Yugi said in wonder with big smiles on their faces.

"In this way, you will always feel Yugi and me by your side, Atem," Solomon said and started to sing.

"On the wind, cross the sea. Hear this song and remember. . ."

Atem and Yugi took each other hand and joined their grandfather.

"Soon you'll be home with me, once upon a December. . ."

The song ended and Solomon gave the key to Atem. "Read what it says," he told him, eager to see his nephew reaction.

Atem frowned as he tried to read the little inscription. "Together in Paris. . ." The prince blinked his eyes. "Really?" he asked and Solomon nodded. Atem smiled and hugged him. "Oh, thank you, Grandfather!"

But we would never be together in Paris, for a dark shadow had descended upon my nephew's house. His name was Bakura, we thought he was our friend, but he was a fraud. A thief, a power-mad and dangerous man.

The crowd split up in fear as a man walked towards the front of the room. Atem tried to reach his father, thinking he could help him, but Solomon stopped him.

"How dare you return to the palace?" The Czar demanded, affronting the thief head to head.

Bakura grinned as a little golden bat sat down on his shoulder. "Oh, but I am your confidant."

"Confidant? Ha!" The Czar's feature became angrier. "You are a traitor. Get out!"

"You think you can banish the great Bakura? By the unholy powers vested in me, I banish you with a curse!" Bakura hissed hateful, pointing a finger towards the Czar.

Yugi hugged Atem and his grandfather in fear and the crowd gasped in shock. Solomon squeezed Yugi's shoulder for comfort and glanced at his other nephew, Atem was looking at the traitor with steady eyes. The little prince was very strong for his young age. He will need this force, Solomon thought, looking back at the party crasher.

Bakura continued his talk, quite satisfied by the reactions. "Mark my words! You and your family will die within the fortnight. I will not rest until I see the end of your line forever!"

Bakura raised the golden ring, sending a bolt of lightning to the Chandelier which crashed to the floor.

Consumed by his hatred for the royal family, Bakura sold his soul for the power to destroy them. From that moment on, the spark of unhappiness in our country
was fanned into a flame that would soon destroy our lives forever.

Solomon and his family were trying to escape from the palace after it had been attacked. It was night and they were all dressed in their nightclothes with only their heavy coats for protection. Yugi and Atem were running beside him down the hallway but suddenly the latter stopped.

"My pyramid!" Atem exclaimed and started to run back towards his room.

"Atem!" Solomon called him, trying to stop him. "Come back!" But the prince didn't listen to him and Solomon had to follow the boy. "You go forward!" he told to Yugi but the boy didn't obey him.

Atem entered his room and found his precious gift, sighing in relief.

"Atem!" Solomon shouted frustrated as he entered the room followed by Yugi. Solomon glared at the young boys. "You two will drive me crazy," he complained, closing the door. Yugi opened his mouth to apologize but he froze on his spot as they heard gunshots.

"We need to go," Solomon said firmly.

"Come this way." The three heads turned around and saw a young servant appear from a hidden door. It was Seto. The boy was glancing at them with an annoying look as he held the door opened. "Come on, you slugs! There is no time!"

Solomon nodded, ignoring the insult for the moment, and hurried his nephews through the door but Atem noticed that he had lost his pyramid again. The prince turned around to go get it but he was stopped at the door by the servant boy.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Seto demanded, glaring him with his dark blue eyes.

"I want my pyramid back!" Atem replied with a determinate tone. He tried to pass but the servant pushed him back.

"You need to go, now!" Seto barked, closing the door in time before angry men burst into the room.

"Where are they, boy?"

Seto gave the men a challenging look and throw a vase against them but it wasn't enough as he was knocked out by one of them with a hard hit.

Thanks to the servant Atem, Yugi and Solomon managed to get out of the palace and now they were running on the frozen river but they didn't notice a dark figure observe them from the bridge.

Bakura jumped down with a grin on his face and grabbed Atemu from his ankle, making the boy scream and fall on the cold ice.

"Atem!" Solomon shouted, trying to free his nephew with Yugi's help.

"Let him go, please!" Yugi begged with tears in his eyes and Bakura laughed. "The little prince will never escape me, never!" the man said with eyes full of madness, not noticing the ice break beneath him. "Ah!" he screamed as he felt the cold water touch him and tried to find purchase.

Taking advantage of his situation, Atem gave the thief a hard kick in the face and got himself free. Bakura dug his nails on the ice to get out of the water but it was like something was pulling him down. His golden bat stood there unable to help his master as he sunk in the dark waters.

"Oh Master. . ."

The train station was in chaos, Solomon and his nephews had to push through the crowd to get on a train. He was able to get on a departing train with the help of some passengers and grabbed Yugi with him. Then he turned around to help Atem but the boy was too far away from him.

"Damn!" Solomon cursed, spreading his arm. "Atem! Grab my hand!"

Atem ran faster and tried to catch his grandfather's hand, eyes full of fear. "Grandfather!" he cried, touching barely the man's fingertips.

Solomon grabbed Atem's hand and tried to pull him but the train started to get faster and the little hand slipped from his grasp.

"Atem!"

The prince stumbled on the ground and hit hard the head, blacking out.

"Atem!" Solomon screamed again desperately, trying to jump off the train but he was held back by the other passengers.

The only thing Solomon saw and heard that night was Atem's imagine disappear in the crowd and Yugi's voice cry his name.

So many lives were destroyed that night. What had always been was now gone forever. And my Atem, my beloved grandchild, I never saw him again.