Veiled Revolutions; Nastasia's Awakening

1. The Great Birth.

November 2nd, 1913.
- In a dark corner of the world, the colour of moon, emerse the baby's head. Wrap her up in the unfortunate news of the world.. -

"No, no!" The mother wailed, her voice silked in desperation and pain having just given birth. "We can't.. we can't just, leave her here!"

"Then what else can we do, Veronika!? You think we can afford a child? Taking care of her, watching her grow up will just set her up to fail, to be miserable! You know who we are, and what we do.. we are setting this baby up for sin!" The father yelled back, his fists curling up in rage.

"I... I.." The mother stammers, finding herself rendered speechless.

"At.. atleast.. let me name her.. before we leave her forever."

The father frowns, but seeing the sorrow in his wife's eyes, he softens.

"Fine."

....

"Nastasia.."

"Nastasia Voyazlor."

....
June 15th, 1918.
A small child on a swing, swaying aimlessly. An young boy cycled by, his mother behind him, following him to keep him safe.

"Mom, look at that girl over there!" He extended his little arm and pointed at the girl by the swing. The mother looked at the direction her son pointed to, her face grew distraught.

"Yes, sweetheart— she seems unwell, is she alright?" The mother looks at the girl, frail, overgrown white hair.. dead eyes. She grew concerned.

"Then we should go help her!" The boy exclaims, enthusiasm in his voice, such innocence should be cherished.

The woman slowly approached the girl, her child following behind her.

"Hello dear, what's your name? Are you okay?"

The girls head seems to almost snap at the sound of the voice, she smiles.

"I'm quite alright, miss. Please, do not worry." She replied. "Though.. your son here seems to be jittering with excitement, might I ask why?"

"Huh?" The woman's eyes widened. This girl looked no older than five, how is she speaking so fluently?

"How old are you, little girl?"

"I'll be turning five in a few months, in... 140ish days, I think?" The girl replied, smiling politely. She looked like garbage, a shoeless, dirty child who seems to be abandoned, speaking in such a high class manner for her age.

"You're four!? That's so little, I'm seven!" The boy squeals proudly, proving him to be a lot more immature than her. Which is what would be expected for a seven year old.

"..."

"Really? Oh, you're so much bigger." The girl plays along, it's quite hard to believe that this incredible girl could be so mature, her words reflect one that is quince her age, maybe more.

"What's your name?" The woman asked again.

"My name.."

"Well, it's Nastasia."

"..Nastasia..? What a familiar..." The woman trails off.

"Okay, Nastasia, where are your parents?"

"To be honest, I don't know." She chuckles calmly.

"I guess I just wasn't good enough for them, not even when I was born."

The woman's eyes turn to sympathy as she listens to the girl talk.

"What is your last name, dear?"

"..Voyazlor."

Upon hearing the uttered word, the woman's eyes turns from sympathy to horror. She clenches her son's hand tightly.

"Edward, we must leave now!"

Without another second, she leaves in a panic with her son.

Nastasia watched with a cold look on her face,

"Oh well."

---- END.