Hey guys! I've been wanting to do this fanfic! It basically tells the story from Anya's POV, while we also learn about her past.
"My music box!" Anastasia cried in fear, she ran to the ballroom until Maria gripped onto her arm.
"Anastasia, no! You could get hurt!" Maria pleaded; Anastasia knew she was very angry and terrified for when she felt strong emotions, Maria never used her beloved sister's nickname. Her voice was breaking as she whispered her pleas, concerned for her sister's safety.
"Mashka… you… you don't know… Nana gave it to me when she was leaving for Paris, she never came back…"
"I know how you feel… I just can't lose you in the midst of danger… like what happened to our parents, our sisters and brother!"
"I'm sorry, Mashka… I'm so sorry…" Anastasia whispered tearing up as she let go of her sister's grip and ran to the ballroom...
"Anastasia!" Maria screamed, shaking with sobs as she ran to her. However, she was killed soon after calling Anastasia's name.
She let out a little gasp of fear and grief as the sister she was the closest to, immediately kneeling to the ground to the floor and didn't stir. A Bolshevik crept up on her and shot the grief-stricken duchess. Anastasia collapsed and her head hit the cool tiles on the floor, the world around her grew dark…
The girl slowly opened her eyes. When her surroundings slowly began to become clearer, she flinched in fear. "Where am I?" She thought, her worries flying over like a storm cloud.
The paint on the room looked like it could use a good old coating of paint; the only source of light was a candlestick beside a creaky side table. In all honesty, the room looked more like a prison cellar rather than a hospital.
She fiddled with her torn blanket, sitting on the cheap mattress. The girl tried to recall what happened to her but she just couldn't… even while trying her darnedest to recollect on what happened earlier.
The door creaked open as tall, dark shadows filed into the room. The nurses loomed over the already terrified girl while whispering overhead. A plump, rosy-cheeked woman gave her a hat and reassured the petrified girl.
"Anya, don't be scared. Although we couldn't do anything about your amnesia; I believe we could take care of you until the day you could go…"
Anya looked at the hat as she quietly wondered about how she came here…
Gleb felt nauseated as he lied in bed. Recalling the night's events; seeing the splatter of blood, and hearing the echo of gunshots and terrified screams. He heaved a sigh of regret as he replayed the events in his head, how he helped Grand Duchess Anastasia, Grand Duchess Maria and Tsarevich Alexei to escape through that secret tunnel. How he helped the surviving children escape, wondering if they were safe. Oh, for heaven's sake! He was the same age as Grand Duchess Anastasia! He was unable to end the lives the tsar's innocent children! Gleb tossed and turned before settling into a deep sleep for he didn't like to consider such scary and sad thoughts.
Yeah, I always imagined that Gleb played a part in helping Anya to escape... but more on that in another chapter! There will be many multi-parters like this one. That I can assure you!