"Far away,
Long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know
Things it yearns to remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December"
Once the Romanovs had it all. The dynasty has ruled for 300 years, until the people of Russia had enough. A revolution has started, and it was a bloody one. Both the capital city, Petrogard, and Tsarskoe Selo, where the Tsar and his family lived was the definition of hell. The Royal family's once comfortable and safe lifestyle has disappeared forever. The servants, and maids fled from the Alexander Palace when they had the time. Only the loyal ones stayed till the end. And even that number became less and less when the Tsar and his family was ordered leave Tsarskoe Selo, because of exile. They were hopeful. They had faith in the thought that they could still escape from this madness, from this evil to leave it behind them forever. On the night of 16-17 July 1918, all of them was executed. The Tsar, his wife, and their four daughters and only son.
None survived.
In the shadows of the forest of Yekaterinburg there was a young girl trying to hurry, though every step seemed to be painful. No wonder, she was covered with serious wounds and was bleeding. As if this couldn't stop her she somehow managed to walk faster a bit, while crying silently, teardrops making her cheeks wet, but no sound was made. She was trying to make as little sound as possible. She had to be careful if she wanted to survive. To escape. She was now all alone, and the only person she can rely on is she herself. No one else is left.
The sun has just began to rise, and it did not help to make the weather a little bit warmer.
Painful or not, she even quickened her pace. By sunlight the chances and consequences of her being caught became more deadly. She kept on limping as fast as she could. Never stopping. Just keeping on fast limping, up until she collapsed due to blood loss and exhaustion, becoming oblivious to her surrondings. Never noticing someone coming near to her lying body in the abandoned forest of Yekaterinburg, and taking her away somewhere.
Her unconcious mind only kept repeating her beloved lullaby:
"Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory.
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December"