A/N: Comrades…I apologize for the wait…I have been preoccupied with Zen Studies to make audience with you, so in turn, I give you another update. Also attached is CH. 7, as I am typing this story in the document manager ON an iphone. Cheers.

*bows and leaves room*

Chapter Six: Liberation In a Dream

*In a Pub,The Crowd, consisting of myself and my Comrades sing the national anthem*

Soyuz nyerushimyiy ryespublik sv- *Wake up…*-obodnyikh
Splotila navyeki *is he alive?* Vyelikaya Rus'.
Da zdravstvuyet sozdannyiy volyey narodov…*Yes! He breaths!*
Yedinyiy, moguchiy…

*Quickly! We must wake him, lest he fall into darkness!* Sovyetskiy Soyuz!

*Daylight*

"Chyort!" I exclaim, awakened at a start, heart beating a rhythm into the weary floor upon which I have tread and now lay on. This, though, was familiar, however so unfortunate it was for myself, as I could only see oblique images surrounding me. This was a near-reference to my experience in what I assumed was afterlife, hereafter, or whichever or whatever you would use to name the described episode. Suddenly, all became clear, though with this luxury came pain in my Oh-so apparent hind wound. Another drawback was for some reason as to which I am unbeknownst of, I have no memory of the previous night...this I found quite odd, as I had nothing to link it to, be it injury or psychological trauma that resulted in this wound, and what a painful thing it was.

It was then that I realized that I was staring straight into an earthen ceiling, though I had no idea of my location, nor of the company that now occupied myself.

"Who are you?" One asked in a demanding tone, which audited my predisposition sense to answer automatically without question, as was done in my previous life.

"Private Petrenko, Dimitri of the 3rd Sho-…Wai-…I mean-," I exclaimed at start, though drifting off after.

"I mean to say…Channon. Just Channon," I explained nonchalantly.

"Err…OK! Any-who, we rescued you from the raid. Are you feeling alright…aside from your wound, which also happened to go out the other side," one marble grey lupine asked, who sounded to be male, though appeared as otherwise.

"A through and through…thank goodness," I thought to myself as I began to assimilate my surroundings and formulate a response to my querying visitor.

"If by fine, you mean in extreme pain, then yes! Perfectly!" I said in an accent thick with sarcasm.

"Hey, hey, hey! Easy there, Dimito-dimata-takahata...Channon," said the comical one.

"Where are we? And who are you?" I queried impatiently.

The inquisitive young wolf looked at me in bewilderment, where I returned an expression that questioned his bewilderment.

"What did you say?" he asked, as if he hadn't heard what I had said.

"What did I say? By what do you mean by that?" I questioned in a cryptic tone, though I was oblivious to it.

"Ah. Now that time you made sense. At one point, I thought you were speaking gibberish or something."

Then it came to me, as I had spoken in my ancient Teutonic language of Russian, taught from birth until death.

"Never mind that…I need to get moving! And I-…Where's my sister? What have you done with her?" I questioned irritably at haste.

"Whoa! Easy! Don't be so quick to judge…we haven't done anything to your 'Sister'," the marble grey wolf explained in a defensive manner.

"Quick to judge, you say? You haven't even introduced yourself or your comrades," said I.

'Oh? Is that s-…,' one lupine whispered to him, 'we haven't? Oh my, how rude of me! Allow me to introduce myself! I am Humphrey Vaughn Gillingsworth, Sir," he said in a tone that nearly exploded with sarcasm-not to mention laughter as well. He then witnessed the dead serious note left upon my brow and decided to mellow down. 'But seriously, Humphrey. Just Humphrey,' he said in a cool tone.

"Oh! And these are my friends," where soon after he had spoken, he received a glare none to pleasant from the lupine next to him; 'and my mate, lest I forget…which of course I won't,' he said with a lopsided grin.

"Ahem…about my kin," I asked impatiently.

He looked at me questioningly for a moment before realizing as to what I referred to. 'Ah! Of course! Right this way…'

The group of lupines led me out of the small, earthen establishment into a wide valley entrenched in great cliffs where conifers embellish the natural beauty that rivaled the Boreal of Russia. This, of course, was only the beginning of the grand vista that was soon to unveil itself. My "host" held audience as he brought me to another dwelling, though larger than the rest and boasting what the locals would call "decorations". Inside lie my 'second-to-youngest' sister in wait of my return, unsure of what became of me. I approached her subtly, as I did not wish to startle her, paying no attention to those who brought me to this place.

"Hello Accalia," I said, thoroughly announcing myself, thus startling her.

"Channon! Oh, how glad I am that you are safe!" She exclaimed as she ran to me, 'nuzzling' my neck. Quite an odd show of affection, I had always thought; then again, when had I ever had any affection from my siblings in my past "Inquiries"?

"And I, you Accalia," I retorted, returning the nuzzle.

'Have you met Humphrey, Brother?'

'Humph...yes, I have. Quite a deal of pain-in-neck to get any need-to-know information from him. Seeing as you've been conscious longer than I (which I can only assume), it would be no surprise that you have met all of these individuals.'

'Oh, relax, brother. He was merely trying to help. He hasn't the slightest of our current endeavor, though you could certainly inform him, if you would please do so. Being "still" after what happened last night is the last thing on my mind, as we need to find our other kin!"

I sigh,"Well, I suppose it's for the best, as I share the concern for our fellow sisters. The best that I can say, Accalia, is that we should not mourn nor grieve for our dear slain parents, but rejoice in their passing on."

I turn to our company; "Alright, Humphrey. Here is our situa-"

He cut me off shortly after I began, which was a slight inheritance and a numbing of my tolerance.

'I heard from Wood Buffalo! Man was in the forest, though much different than those who had taken us before...though, I haven't exactly enlightened you of the tale. Would you-'

I had tired of his rambling and had grown impatient; not a trait that I had taken for granted.

'I think we have more pressing matters before us, but on a need-to-know basis and in short, we need shelter and food, if you have some to spare. We have traveled many miles you see, and-'

He, once more, cut me off.

"Of course we can! I will see to our superiors about it," he finished, though not before an alarming howl was heard in the distance.

"Intruders," was the word murmured.

Chapter 7: Into each life some rain must fall

*About 6 minutes earlier*

"I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...There they are all standing in a row...Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head...!"

The singing carried with the wind to the lone sentry at the borders.

"What a passing fancy, frederich has. Perhaps I should give him a scare, a flick of the wrist. I'm sure that's what the showman said. Oiy! Frederich!" I called out, though I received no response. "Frederich, I know that you can hear me, no matter the degree of acrid singing you ensue!" I exclaimed in a perpetuated manner. I failed to hear the subject of the matter approach me from behind.

"What is it!"

I jumped at the sound of familiarity tha wrought sudden realization.

"Gheh-! Where were you, Frederich? You damn well could've given me a heart attack! And...who have I been yelling at...?" I looked back down into the valley, though the ominous singing had dissipated and the emitter had vanished.

"Asleep, apologies, and stop yelling! I've enough to deal with, besides your constant worrying. And no, I haven't the foggiest of this someone who you thought to be myself. Sure you aren't going mad?" He asked in a quizotic manner.

"Quiet, you! I really have seen something out there and now it's gone! We've got to signal, Frederich. Don't want to be picked last for hunt this time, now do we?" I finished, though I gave him no time to retort. I raised my head up to conjur a hallowed howl.

*present time*

I followed my host with haste, though I was unsure of why I was to come... Had my sister regaled in my tale of tragedy, or was I just thinking too har-

"Dimitri, keep moving! Soon, we will be at the gates of Berlin, to rid Prussia and the Motherland of their fascist Reich!

"Da, Zerhant Reznov!" I yelled, oblivious to the company and situation.

"Channon, please keep moving! I know that you're injured, but you need to keep up, brother!" Accalia "Suggested". We were running quickly, there being little slowing down as we made our way to the distress. We had just arrived when a sentry loped within distance to signal the all clear. Suddenly, two more came from behind the first, closely guarding an elderly one who seemed unscaved in comparison to the others. This did not come as a surprise, having fought the Whermacht.

"What is this," the Tan female asked in a dignant voice, which was naturally answered by a lesser one.

"We-well, I heard the Old One singing, though I don't know how my subordinate failed to. If I remember correctly, he was-" though he could not finish.

"That is more than enough of an explanation(though less than I had hoped). Go back to your post; we will deal with the elderly one. Go on now!" The dominating one commanded.

"Now...just what do you think you are doing here old man? You do know where you are, correct?"

"Thoughts without a thinker, for the journey is more full than the destination." He answered nonchalantly.

"That's not what I-" she was cut off.

"But wasn't it?"

"Stop speaking in riddles, old man." I said sternly.

It was then that I received a glance that blew me off my feet as I collapsed into an epiphany.

As long as you live, we will triumph, Dimitri. You are free, at great cost. We have won; be at peace, my friend. Live for your fallen comrades, and dwell on us no longer.

"Viktor, come back...stoy...Vrach, Vrach!" I yelled incoherently. My sister and the others held me down; I was bleeding from what would be a "past" wound, though this was all mental, thank the gods. This, of course, was of little matter. I continued to thrash about wildly.

"Brace him, lest he harm himself or another!" A younger female shouted. As per command, I was finally held still, having encountered a blow from the very same female. All was incomprehensible and incoherent, then there was silence.

Chaos ensued throughout Stalingrad. The Germans had been dropping bombs and pelting the buildings with artillery for days. The seige of Stalingrad had been in effect for at least three months, though I wad unsure. I grew tired of the war; I grew tired of the fighting. We have lost hundreds of thousands, abd we are now fighting the Germans building-to-building, with little hope of victory. Here I lie, awaiting death as my comrades lay slain around me in this forsaken fountain, the bombers roaring ahead. It was then that I met the bravest man I had ever known.