Braedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library. After buying it, he ends up transported IN the book, becoming part of the story, to help the orphaned amnesiac Anya find her family, the dark sorcerer Rasputin planning to end the Roma...
Anya was now trapped, boxed in by the hedges and the topiary bushes. Pooka barked as the green creatures seemed ready to spring out at her. Anya firmly grabbed and hiked up her gown, and she began to make a run for it through a small opening in the hedges. Pooka followed on, barking at all sides. Anya pushed on through to get out of the hedges and bushes, now tripping over as she and Pooka come up upon..
The bridge. The Pont Alexandre III deck arch bridge spanning the River Seine. There was nobody else around the bridge, with a low mist surrounding the structure.
After tripping over, Anya now carefully got herself back up to her feet, cleaning up her gown and dusting herself off, Pooka stood next to her, all the while with the two looking around at where they are. It was much too quiet for the bridge, which didn't settle very well for the two of them. No sounds coming from the river, nor of the birds, any background noise, nothing at all...
"Anastasia..." A voice called evilly in the fog.
Anya now stopped herself, a sense of dread and trepidation now forming within her body, then she slowly turned herself around to face the wall of fog that's just up ahead on the other side of the bridge. As she looks on, she could see...
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Rasputin. A silhouette in the moonlight, and a shadow within the fog, hunched over and atrophied, the green glowing Reliquary hanging on its string by his hip. He stepped closer and closer within that of the fog, and Rasputin bowe cynically, cruelly, at Anya.
"Your Imperial Highness. Look at what ten years has done to us. You: a beautiful dainty young flower. And me: a living rotting corpse." Rasputin snarled out, finally stepping out of the fog, letting Anya finally see his face.
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"That face!" Anya gasped in shock seeing this horrid man standing before her, stepping back in fear.
"Last seen at a party like this one..." Rasputin continued as he looks on cynically.
"A curse..." Anya whispered out, the pieces now coming together within her head. She remembers...
Rasputin now ominously raised the Reliquary in his hand. "Followed by a tragic... night on the ice, REMEMBER!" He snarled out angrily.
Rasputin now fired a stream of crackling smoke from the Reliquary! It immediately ices over the bridge, and everything all around it! Anya was immediately thrown down to the ground by the blast. The stone Cherub faces twisted horribly, growing fangs, pointed ears; they become devilish imps! The water also seemed to turn to ice, almost like time had stopped itself in its tracks.
Anya now picked herself up from the ground, her eyes locked on this horrid man with a stern expression. She now remembered this man, this horrid being, the one responsible for taking away her childhood and her memories, the one who gave her those terrible nightmares, as well as the dastardly deed that befallen upon her entire family ten years ago. "Rasputin!" She spoke out.
