Alrrighty, well so Anya and Dimitri, much more Anya, have found a way out yet again. I know, I know.. This story really isn't historically accurate or much but what ev. It's all meant to be just a story and doesn't have to be…. Well here's chappie seven.. and I do owe a cookie to 2artemis2.. Thanks soo much for reviewing both stories.. It's hard to get reviews when u are writing for a movie that's near ten years old.. Happy anniversary Anastasia!!! XD

The streets of Moscow were ever flowing with all sorts of people. Vendors currently selling their goods to the public. From freshly backed breads to small collectable snow globes featuring the Czar in them. It seemed as if Moscow was a nonstop kind of town. Church bells rang out as mass came to pass. People were always coming and going. But inside the hall of records; things were more silent and still than the great breath taken before the tree falls. A dim light washed over the many shelves of books that lined the walls. Thousands upon millions of text accommodated the large building. It was nearly every thing on or of Russia's past.

"There just has to be something about some Romanov prophecy in here. I mean, there is just about everything on each Romanov right here." She had to admit reading all these things she had yet to know about her past and family was kind of exciting but they had very little time to waste at the moment.

"Yeah I know." Dimitri was grinning largely. "I just read something about you."

"Really, what?" Anya couldn't tell if it was bad or good from his facial expressions.

"That your parents had to buy you three new sets of white opera gloves when you were five. Apparently eating chocolate was a favored thing by you." He laughed as she narrowed her eyebrows at him.

"Very funny." She replied sarcastically. "Please don't forget what we are looking for." She scolded before rolling her eyes at him.

After a good solid forty-five minutes they both were exhausted and Dimitri was bored out of his mind. They had looked through all the three hundred years of the Romanov dynasty.

"Wow, all that for nothing." he had laid his head down upon a stack of rather thick books. "All we did find out was that apparently you mother and father wrote letters back and forth way too much."

She sat up in curiosity. "Wait, what?"

"Well, didn't you read about "Alexandra's letters?" They apparently are something special since they are mentioned oh so much throughout one book." Dimitri looked at her. She seemed to have realized something or maybe remembered.

"We have to get our hands on those letters, they may be the key to at least finding out more about all of this crazy event." Anya concluded.

"There are said to be kept in the Moscow cathedral. One question Anya?" Dimitri realized something. "How exactly are we going to not be stared at in these clothes? We can't just walk through the town square looking like the future Czar and Czarina that we are."

Anya's eyes diverted to the stair case and the large stacks of books they had pulled out. "I've got an idea."

"I always knew history would someday come in handy." Dimitri chuckled as they finished dressing in the knocked out guards clothing.

"They'll only be out for ten maybe fifteen." Anya said after locking them inside the room. "It would be best we move quickly."

"You can not tell me you were taught this in that orphanage you grew up in." Dimitri joked as they made they're way out into the snowy busy streets of Russia.

"Nope." She grinned as they both headed towards the golden spires that towered high over the city. Hopefully the letters would help them begin, if not solve this mystery.

"How could you let them get away!?" Edven shouted into the guards face. Anya's letter still left him steaming. "What do you have NO brains at all?!!!"

"But sir, I never thought…"

"That's it exactly. You never thought! I warned you she was crafty and he is an ex-con man. Together they make a near unstoppable team!!" Edven turned to his friend. "I blame you for this blunder as well."

"Hey, you just wanted me to capture them and hold them inside the Alexander palace. You never said anything about him being an ex con man either." The man he had hired wasn't yelling at all but remaining cool, calm, and collected.

"Yes, well now they are somewhere out running in Moscow, which unlike St. Petersburg, is HUGE!!!"

Just then in came a man with a small piece of paper. He bowed to them both before giving it to the other man and leaving. He smiled reading the text.

"Someone just called in about them at the Cathedral in the square. Apparently they are going into the doors as we speak." Edven calmed himself a bit. Straightening his hair.

"Fine, go and fetch them yet again, but this time I shall make sure they cannot escape." He had a rather evil smile spreading across his face as he turned an left the room. "This time."

Anya had made sure her hair was pulled into a rather tight bun and placed it beneath the guard's hat she had stolen. Unfortunately she had nothing to keep it in place besides the hat. The clothes were awful big on her since the man she had stolen them off of was about probably like two of her. She had to double wrap the belt around her waist just so that the pants would not fall. They made their way down to the basement where all things were mainly kept.

As they came upon the room it had a rather low ceiling and had but one lantern to keep it bright. They glanced around. Millions of papers stuck out from all sides of the walls. It was almost like the hall of records, except for deceased people mainly. Finally they spotted a rather large section with a lock on it's handle. The golden labeling had began to rub off but it was still there.

"Romanov."

Dimitri pulled as hard as he could on the handle yet it still wouldn't budge. Anya stepped forth .

"Trust me not even my strength could get that open. What do you plan on doing?"

"Men are such babies." Anya muttered before the lock clicked open and fell to the ground.

"We are not babies, and thank you." Dimitri retorted. Once they had the file open there seemed to be an unending flow of papers inside. "Well, here we go again."

Anya stopped him as she located a small red velvety bag. She opened it and out fell a stack of papers all with flowery print and elegant writing. It was Alexandra's letters. She stood there as yet another memory had swept back from her mind.

There was her mother, the Czarina of all Russia humming softly to herself as she wrote upon the paper with a long feathered quill. Her bright blue eyes were slightly shut as if she were imagining what she was going to write next. Her glance went over to a photograph as she began to write.

"My dear sweet Nicholas,

I have much fear in my heart as this moment draws nearer. One day our youngest daughter Anastasia shall take our place as the next Czar and rule over all Russia like we have for the last three hundred years as a dynasty that shall continue. I cannot possibly imagine what it shall be like when she comes of age but if I am not to be there, I wish her all my love and luck in her succeeding rule.

If she will not rule it shall be better for you know as well as I what lies awating for that time. I fear that the snake within our grasses shall poke his head up and reveal his true nature during such time. To know of the first thing she'll need to go to the hill that lies before the country side in a land where a clock named Ben lives.

I hope to hear from you soon.

All my love, Alexandra."

Anya was jolted back to life only to discover that tears had escaped her eyes. What did her mother mean by "A snake in the grass?" and what city has a clock named Ben? All these questions were coming at her like lightning bolts all at once. She finally noticed Dimitri standing beside her, looking rather confused.

"It was as if she knew all of this would happen."

"If she did then is there any clue as to why all this is happening?

"Not really, all there is of such is…" but Anya was cut off by the sound of a door slamming. There before them stood the man who they had last seen at the old palace before escaping.

"You know, I've really got to hand it to you." The man stepped down the stairs rather slowly. Each step he took becoming louder as if he was building it up on purpose. "You some how escaped from the palace with out damaging a thing."

Dimitri had the same look of terror as Anya had plastered across her face at the moment. He had no idea what they were going to do. They had already backed themselves practically into a corner anyway. Since the collection they had been looking at was further from the door and almost in the way back of it all. Anya pocket her mothers letter and turned to face Dimitri grinning.

"Hope you can see in the dark!" she exclaimed to the guy before knocking their only source of light out.