Lori was in the Simulator.
J.D., Varie, Bobby, Ronnie Anne, Lincoln & Linka and Lisa were in the control room.
The Simulator was activated, and she found herself in the movie Anastasia.
The year was 1917, and the February Revolution was in full swing. Fortunately, the Simulator does not have the ability to travel through time.
"I've studied about this," Lori said to herself. "This is the February Revolution and the abdication of Tsar Nicholas II."
Lori arrived at a train station just as the train was about to depart, and Anastasia Nikolaevna, Tsar Nicholas' daughter, was about to fall onto the tracks and hit her head when Lori spread her wings and flew, and Anastasia vanished.
Lori was flying through the air with Anastasia in her arms.
"Are you okay?" Lori inquired, concerned.
Anastasia smiled and expressed her gratitude. "Yes. Thank you."
Lori smiled back. "You're welcome. My name is Lori Loud, and I'm from America."
Anastasia nodded. "It's a pleasure. Rasputin forced my family to escape."
Lori gasped when she heard that. "Grigori Rasputin? The evil sorcerer?"
Anastasia nodded. "That's him."
Lori narrowed her eyes and growled. "That demonic freak! I will make him pay for this!"
'Me too," Anastasia agreed.
Lori and Anastasia both vowed to exact revenge on Rasputin and put an end to his evil once and for all.
Lori and Anastasia hid at a house near St. Basil's Cathedral until all the fighting calmed down.
"Anastasia, how did this all happen?" Lori inquired.
"It all started with my family celebrating the 300th anniversary of the Romanov Dynasty. My grandma gave me this beautiful music box." Anastasia showed Lori her music box, which she opened with her necklace, and it played a beautiful song.
It played "Once Upon a December."
"That is beautiful," Lori said, smiling.
"Yes it is," Anastasia agreed.
"I've read a lot about the Romanov Tercentenary Anniversary," Lori explained. "It was celebrated in 1913."
Anastasia nodded. "Yes. That's right."
"Why would Rasputin want to destroy Russia?" Lori wondered.
"He was banished for treason, and he cursed my family," Anastasia explained.
"He wanted to destroy the Russian royalty, and he sold his soul to the Devil in exchange for the power to do so," Lori explained.
Anastasia nodded. "Yes. Rasputin fell through some ice on a lake, and I took this." She took out an evil Reliquary.
Lori narrowed her eyes. "This has pure evil written all over it."
"Yes," Anastasia confirmed. "I've seen what it can do. It has the ability to create ice, lightning, and light beams, as well as bring objects to life and create monsters."
"And without a doubt, Rasputin's life force is bound to this," Lori explained, "and if it is destroyed, he will die."
"Yes. I have a feeling you're right," Anastasia agreed.
Lori shook her head, disgusted. "Rasputin, you truly are a Satanic beast. Fortunately, I know someone who taught me how to purify and use it as my own."
"You can do that?" Anastasia exclaimed, surprised.
Lori nodded. "Yes. Watch." She chants an incantation. "Matteenma Iumne Niinkyoyya Jatonna Sezframo Tomatine!"
A blast of wind magic was fired from her hand, striking the reliquary and extracting Rasputin's soul, which then left and returned to his body. Lori can now use it whenever she wants, which has turned into a wind amulet.
Lori smirked. "Perfect."
Lori now possesses all the reliquary's powers, and it is capable of tracking down Rasputin.
Rasputin crawled out of the water at the Lake, and his soul returned to his body. "Aah! No! My soul is back in me. That brat stole my amulet, and someone used magic to break my deal. I'll make whoever did it pay with their life!"
Back in Moscow, Lori and Anastasia were over at the Kremlin and found it abandoned.
"Looks like the people of Russia want the Tsarhood gone forever," Lori observed.
Anastasia nodded in agreement. "Yeah."
"Let's see if we can find anything that can help us fight Rasputin," Lori suggested.
Lori and Anastasia looked around, and Lori discovered a medieval sword from England. "Anastasia, did your family like to travel a lot? I found this long sword here." She raised the sword.
Anastasia took a close look at the sword and recognized it. "Oh. Daddy found that out when he went to England."
Lori examined the sword in greater detail. "It's a Scottish Claymore. Nice quality."
Lori swung it around on her back and sheathed it. She also came across a Russian Flintlock from the 18th century.
"I could use this." Lori slipped it into her pocket and was ready.
The doors burst open, and in came Rasputin. "Where are you, you little brat?!"
A gunshot was fired, and a bullet struck Rasputin in the leg, causing him to scream in pain.
He saw Lori with her gun, and smoke was coming from it.
"That was for the Romanov family," Lori explained.
Rasputin yelled angrily at her. "You stupid woman! Do you realize what you've just done?"
Lori pretended to think about it before responding. "Destroyed your reign of terror, that's what. Rasputin, you will now pay for your crimes!"
"Not unless I kill you first!" Rasputin declared.
Rasputin unsheathed his sword, and Lori unsheathed hers, sparking a fierce sword fight between her and Rasputin.
Sparks were flying, and parts of the Kremlin caught fire.
Anastasia stabbed Rasputin in the back, and Lori stabbed him in the head, killing him.
"Give my regards to the Netherworld," Lori said, disgustedly staring at Rasputin's corpse.
Anastasia then broke down crying, and Lori comforted her. Lori and Anastasia both avenged the Romanov Dynasty and all of Russia.
Anastasia was sobbing. "Lori! I don't have anywhere to go! I... I... I..."
Anastasia was an orphan.
"You can come live with us where I'm from," Lori offered.
Anastasia wiped away some tears. "You'd... You'd do that for me?"
Lori nodded. "Sure. It's the least I can do for helping you out."
Anastasia expressed her gratitude by hugging Lori.
Anastasia gathered her belongings, and a dimension wormhole appeared, through which Lori and Anastasia entered.
When the exercise ended, Lori revealed everything. Anastasia now lives in Lori's room, and she has brought everything from her Russian heritage with her.
THE END