Seeing myself dancing around the ballroom like a regal princess gave me faith in my imagination - I couldn't have really SEEN anything like that before, right? I didn't know, but after Vlad and Dimitri interrupted me from it I soon found myself agreeing to a journey that would hopefully lead me to home, love, and family. It was a daring chance, but one I was prepared to take.
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The once-grand palace rose in the evening sky like a haunted house.
Shivering, Anya slipped inside.  "Hello,
Anybody home?" When no one answered she found herself climbing the staircase
to the second floor. Anya gazed around herself. The place was a wreak!
And yet somehow it felt... almost friendly. She smiled as her fingers traced
a patern of dancing bears on a large vase. "This place..."
she whispered as she wandered, "It's like a memory....from a dream." As
her feet knew the way, she soon found herself at the top of a staircase
that lef down into a huge ballroom. A life size painting of the Czar and
his  family covered
one wall. Moonlight struck the portrait with a ghostly glow. The eyes of
the Romanovs seemed to speak to her. Anya began to hum a song. A song that
often came to her,  though
she could not remember where she'd learned it. "Once upon a December..."
In her minds eye the ballroom appeared as it once had, with gowns and jewels
glittering beneath chandeliers. Royal ghosts stepped from the paintings
and began to waltz. 
Anya was safe and warm in someone's arms as a voice rang out, "Hey! What
are you doing in here?" The voice belonged to Dimitri, who used to be a
servent in the palace.  Now
he lived in St. Petersburg with his friend Vladimir who he often called
Vlad as a infamous con man. When Anya turned to Dimitri, he gasped. "Vlad,
do you see what I see?" he asked his friend. "Yes, yes," he said. Anya
looked just like the Princess
Anastaia in the Romanov family portrait! Dimitri and Vlad had been searching
all over St. Petersburg for an Anastasia look-alike to take to Paris and
collect 10 million rubles from the  Dowanger,
and here she was, the perfect imposter standing right before them. "Are
you Dimitri?" asked Anya.
"It depends on who's looking for him.." "My name is Anya. I need travel papers. They say you're the man to see." Dimitri smiled. He said, "Let me ask you something--  Anya,
was it? Is there a last name that goes with that?" "I don't know my last
name," answered Anya. "I have very few memories of my past. But I do have
one clue. Paris."
"Paris?" asked Dimitri.... "So can you two  help
me or not?"
"I've got three tickets here.. Unfortunatly, the third one is for her, Anastasia." He looked up at the portrait. "We are going to reunite the Grand Duchess Anastasia with her grandmother," said Vlad. "You know, you do kind of resemble her," said Dimitri. "Who says I'm not a princess or a duchess  or
whatever she is! And if I'm not Anastasia the Empress will certainly know
right away and it's all just an honest mistake."
Dimitri nodded. "But if you are the princess," added Vlad, "you'll finally know who you are and have your family back." Dimitri laughed,  "Either
way it gets you to Paris," he said.
"Alright!" Anya said as she shook his hand. She was going to go to Paris with them. |
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