I am taking a small break from DC Comics Fanfiction to focus on this Fan Request which I found fascinating. So thank you Niccunningham for the chance to write this story. Hope you enjoy it.

July 17, 1918 - Russia

Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna ran through the woods as the traitors ran after her. She brushed against bushes and stumbled in mud. Her family was killed and she was being hunted. She heard gunshots of the traitors behind her. Her nation betrayed her father and now was in chaos for power. As she ran down a hill, she trips and rolled down. At the foot of the hill, she held a scream in from a broken leg. She looked up to see the light from the Russian soldiers. Anastasia stood up and limped away. As she did a man in strange robes, armor plates, and daggers stood in front of her. She fell from a sudden stop and looked in fear at the man. He extended his hand out and Anastasia accepted it nervously. He lifted her up from the ground. When her shadow was cast on the man's body, he shoved her behind a tree as guns opened fire.

"Surrender yourself Duchess! I'll be a painless death!" the traitors yelled.

"Stay here." the man who saved her whispered before climbing the tree. She held her breath knowing that the Russians are upon her. Then she heard gunfire and screams of death. The few moments felt like hours to her. If the man fails, then she will share the same fate as her family. When silence filled the air, she looked behind the tree to see the traitors dead and the man walking towards her. "We should go."

"Who are you?" Anastasia asked.

"An assassin." the man said and the Duchess noticed a bullet wound in his left arm.

"You're hurt."

"Nothing I haven't felt before."

"Where are we going?"

"Out of Russia before the Red Army or the White Army get here." the assassin answered as the two got to a 1914 Monroe Coupe car. He opened the door and Anastasia got in. The assassin started the car before jumping into the driver's seat and sped off.

"How the hell did you lose a seventeen bratty bitch?" Captain Damir Andreevich asked as he walked through the bloody woods. The dead men had stab wounds and daggers throughout their bodies. He didn't know who could do this to his men without a gun. But he was determined to find out. "Find her and if you fail, you will be executed."

"Yes sir." the soldiers replied before they marched further into the woods.

July 24, 1918 - Minsk, Poland

Anastasia has spent days on the run. She was out of Russia, but she was still in danger in an attic. The Bolsheviks have many spies in Europe. The assassin kept many secrets from her, but he showed respect to her. She hoped that the man would tell her something on their journey. She looked at the sleeping assassin once more and review his bloodstains once more. Anastasia wondered how this man survived such wounds. When he woke up, she stopped staring. "Our journey is almost over. We need to get to the Polish Brotherhood or at least what's left."

"The Polish Brotherhood?" Anastasia asked.

"One of the old Brotherhoods that survived the Russian Empire expansion." the assassin answered and Anastasia was still puzzled. He stood up. "We better move if we want to reach Warsaw."

"Why Warsaw?" Anastasia asked as the two exited the attic through a window he broke.

"That is where the Polish Mentor resides." he answered as he leaped to the ground. Anastasia jumped and the assassin caught her.

"Mentor?" she asked as the two walked on the streets.

"A leader of an Assassin Brotherhood."

"How many Brotherhoods are there?"

"Many."

July 24, 1918 - Haven, Warsaw, Poland

"Do not speak unless spoken to. Poland is fighting for its independence from Russia. Having an heir of the Tsar may be troublesome." the assassin said to Anastasia as they reached a townhouse. It wasn't anything special. It was one of a hundred. The assassin walked up the steps and Anastasia followed. He knocked on the door and a man in a suit opened the door. The assassin said something in a language Anatasia didn't understand. The man in the suit nodded and the two walked in.

"I must say Erik. I am surprised a Russian wouldn't trust his Brotherhood." the Mentor remarked as he walked to the kitchen.

"The situation with the Russian Brotherhood is dire." the assassin name Erik replied as Mentor grabbed three glasses.

"I suspect as much. With their little Civil War." Mentor said as he grabbed a Vodka bottle.

"It's getting worst. The Tsar's family has been executed." Erik replied as the man in the suit poured the vodka into two of the glasses. He filled the second glass with water from the kitchen sink.

"I have heard rumors." Mentor remarked as he handed a glass of Vodka to Erik and the water the Anastasia. He walked over to his glass. "So this is the legendary Anastasia."

"I found her while heading to Yekaterinburg." Erik said as the man in the suit drank the Vodka. Anastasia drank some of her water.

"So you want my help to smuggle her away from the Red Army's spies?" the man asked.

"Yes." Erik answered.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Anastasia interrupted and the two men looked at the young woman.

"The age of Russian monarchy is over. You are just a relic of a dead age. You're only special because of Lenin's fear of the Tsar rising once more. To him, you're a threat." Mentor remarked as he poured himself another glass of Vodka.

"Russia is still my home. The people are still my people. The Red Army executed my family just because of our lineage." Anastasia said holding back her tears. "They need to be stopped."

"This isn't your fight. Russia no longer belongs to the Romanovs." Mentor replied before drinking his Vodka.

"That may be true, but my family is dead. They need justice."

"The Polish Brotherhood will not help your need for vengeance. We will do all we can to liberate Poland from the Red and White Army." Mentor remarked.

"The Tsar may not have been a good leader, but he did not deserve murder nor did his children and wife." Erik said.

"If you want to help her, then go help her." Mentor replied before drinking the Vodka from the bottle. Erik guided Anastasia out.

"So you will help me?" Anastasia asked as they exited the townhouse.

"You siblings deserve justice and I distrust the Red Army's agenda." Erik answered.

"So what do we do now?" Anastasia asked.

"We need to reach Britain and lie low." Erik answered.