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Chapter 5

*Sailing off into the horizon, the ship known as the "Tasha" carrying Anya, Dimitri, Vladimir, Pooka, Linde, the Fantasy Adventure Team, and the Trimaxian Adventure Crew makes it's way out along the ship. Along the ship's hallway, Dimitri hands a dress to Anya. Judging by appearance, it is clearly several sizes too large*

Dimitri: Here, I bought you a dress.

Anya: You bought me a…tent.

*Pooka snickers as Anya pokes her head inside the dress*

Dimitri: What're you looking for?

Anya: *examining dress* The Russian circus. I think it's still in here.

Dimitri: *doesn't find it the least bit humorous* Come on. Just put it on. *walks away in a huff up the stairs*

*Once Dimitri leaves, Anya holds the dress close to her face, a very pleasing expression can be shown along her face as an idea forms in her mind*

*Later, on the deck of the ship, Dimitri and Vlad are playing chess while the two teams and Linde watch*

Vlad: Check mate.

Loki: *growls, translates* Pay up, Isaac. I win again.

Isaac: I can't believe it. I'm losing to a cat.

Linde: *glares at Isaac* Excuse me?

Isaac: *pause, blushes* Heh. Never mind.

*Just then, Anya appears on deck wearing her new dress, which she had all fixed up for display. Vlad's jaw drops upon seeing Anya in such strikingly stylish garbs*

Sunlight: Ooh, look at you.

Dagnino: Well, look at that. It's better than the one Dimitri showed earlier.

Logan: You look very nice, Anya.

Vladimir: Wonderful! Marvelous! Oh. And now you are dressed for a ball, and you will learn to dance for one. *grabs Dimitri by the arm* Dimitri.

Dimitri: I’m-I’m not very good at it.

*Anya puts out her arms to dance. He awkwardly positions himself to dance with her as Vladimir counts off them into the waltz and then steps back to watch*

Vlad: And- One, two, three. One, two, three. No, no. *stops the two* Anya, you don’t lead. Let him.

*With that, Anya and Dimitri continue to dance, with Dimitri leading Anya*

Dimitri: That dress is really beautiful.

Anya: Do you think so?

Dimitri: Yes. I mean it was nice on the hanger, but it looks even better on you. You... You should wear it.

Anya: I am wearing it.

Dimitri: Oh, right of course, of course, you are. I'm just trying to give you a...

Anya: Compliment?

Dimitri: Of course, yes.

*A smile crosses her lips, as they swirl into the dance, at first awkward, but little by little gaining in grace. Vladimir watches them as the sun sets to a gloriously enchanted evening. Soon enough, the rest of the team decide to join in the dance as well*

Logan: Uh, Rae? May I...have this dance?

Rae: Oh! Sorry, Logan, but Johnny already asked me.

Logan: Oh, okay. S-Sorry.

Rae: No, no, it's okay. Maybe next time.

Logan: Alright… Next time.

*Logan watches as Rae joins up with Johnny along the dance floor, leaning back along the rails watching his friends dance along the ship floor. He looks on when Bonnie, who was standing idly nearby, sees the lad by himself and slowly approaches him*

Bonnie: *clears her throat* I’ll…I'll dance with you, Logan.

Logan: *turns to Bonnie* Really? I mean… *slowly smiles* Certainly, I'd be honored. *bows before Bonnie*

*During the course of this dance, Isaac and Linde are dancing hand-in-hand to the soothing tune with the others. At one moment, Linde sees Loki lounging along the floor and she feels in some way pity that Isaac's friend seems to be missing out on the fun. Linde motions for Isaac to pause, motioning to Loki, causing Isaac to turn and slowly get the message. He gives a nod and allows Linde to stroll over toward the Snow Leopard, who looks up to see Linde approach*

Linde: Loki? Would you like to dance with me?

Loki: *growls, translates, shrugs* I don't dance.

Linde: *leans down* You mean you've never actually danced before?

Loki: *growls, translates* Tried it once, didn't work out. I never know what to do with my front legs.

*Smiling, Linde lifts Loki off the ground till he's standing on his hind legs. He wobbles a bit and nearly tips forward, only to land in Linde's grasp. The two look face-to-face as Linde holds him steady, holding one paw and putting the other on the opposite shoulder*

Linde: Perhaps it's because it's better to dance when you have a partner.

*Although it doesn't appear so on his face, Loki suddenly feels that warm feeling once more as Linde slowly leads the dance, helping Loki out every step of the way. Eventually, he got in touch with the rhythm and allowed himself to be carried away to the harmonious melody in such a tender passion. Dimitri and Vlad share a glance as they turn to Isaac, who simply shrugs*

Isaac: Don't look at me, I never taught him that.

Vlad: *singing* It's one-two-three and suddenly
I see it at a glance --

She's radiant
And confident and born to take this chance.

I taught her well.
I planned it all!
I just forgot…
Romance!

Vlad, how could you do this?
How will we get through this?
I never should have let them dance!

*As the dance nears the end, Linde is so carried away with this dance that her eyes close for a moment as if lost in her fantasies. Her eyes open and she can see the same dancers that had been at the night of Nicholas II's party ten years ago, a memory that she did not recall and yet seemed so enchanting to see. She seems enchanted by this moment, as the dancers glide gracefully as if invisible to everyone else on deck. But then, a quick flash of a figure appears briefly, a figure in a ragged, torn robe and a face covered partly by a silver mask, that stared fiercely at her. As quickly as it appeared, it disappears and Linde suddenly stops, lost her grip on Loki, who tumbled forward on the deck. Loki looks up confused for a bit, Linde almost unsure of what to say. But not finding the right words, she steps away with an embarrassed look as Isaac and Loki watch with a look of confusion*

Isaac: Linde, what's wrong? What happened?

Benny: Are you okay?

Linde: I… Uh… *looks at the sun* It's getting rather late. I'm sorry, I have to go. *walks down toward the steps*

*The gang watch as Linde goes down below the deck, just as Anya and Dimitri were gradually slowing their dancing*

Anya: I'm feeling a little dizzy.

Dimitri: Kind of light headed?

Anya: Yeah.

Dimitri: Me too. Probably from the spinning.

*They've stopped dancing by now, but still it feels like they are still going*

Dimitri: Maybe we should stop.

Anya: We have stopped.

*Something soon starts to stir between the two, as if they are beginning to fall into a kiss*

Dimitri: Anya, I--

Anya: Yes?

*Pooka starts barking at Dimitri, breaking whatever spell was drawing the two together*

Dimitri: You're doing fine.

*Dimitri soon makes his exit as well, as Anya watches him go, just as confused as Isaac and Loki over Linde*

Panthy: What's wrong with Linde?

Isaac: I don't know. She was dancing fine with us, when suddenly, she stopped and backed away.

Leo: What do you suppose the problem was?

Popeye: Musta lost 'er train-a-taught.

Isaac: But she just backed away as if something spooked her.

*As the ship faded into night, Linde sat by herself in her own cabin, her head leans down facing her legs and her eyes are deeply closed. Suddenly, the door opens slowly making a sound that draws Linde awake and turn to see a crack grow, as a shadow descends inside. In a matter of moments, standing by the doors are Isaac and Loki, both appearing to show a bit of concern for Linde*

Isaac: Linde, is everything okay?

Linde: Oh…I guess so. I'm sorry about what happened earlier on deck.

Loki: *growls, translates* Are you kidding? That dance filled my heart with happiness. I'm happy to have danced with you…but why did you suddenly stop dancing?

Linde: It's… It's… *struggles to find the words* It's difficult to explain.

Isaac: *pause* Then explain this, Linde. I understand why Anya wants to go to Paris, finding her family and wondering if she truly is Anastasia or not… But what about you? You think you're family's in Paris too?

Linde: *pause* Isaac, can I tell you and Loki a secret?

Loki: *growls, translates* Can't promise that with Isaac. Remember the train?

Isaac: *glares at Loki* Shut it. *to Linde* Go ahead.

Linde: Okay, here goes: *takes a deep breath* I don't believe I have a family anymore. *throws her hands up* There, I said it!

Isaac: Oh. *pause* So then…why ARE you going to Paris?

Linde: Because Anya is my friend. My best friend. I have to make sure she finds her family.

Isaac: *pause* But there's more to it than that… Is there?

Linde: *sighs* Well… I've been having these strange dreams as of late. Every now-and-then I get these brief flashes of some place I am not familiar with or people I don't ever recall meeting. On rare instances, I see what appear to be Snow Leopards that look just like me. Families and friends gathered in some colony, living in makeshift homes, in a world cut off from everything else, all with jobs and looking out for each other. I can't really explain it, but it's like it's telling me that this was the world I belonged to. But then, I only get to see brief instances and when I wake up… It's gone.

Loki: *growls, translates* Perhaps you're just seeing things from some fantasy.

Linde: Or maybe they're not dreams at all… But memories. In ten years, I've never been able to recall anything that had ever happened after that specific period. And even when they do come up time after time… Sometimes, there are some that are too... Frightening. Like when I see myself, I imagine doing something terrible and the worst about it was how real it was. And then… There's someone that always glances at me, with that evil look on his eye. I've only seen such an eye… Only in nightmares. *pause* That is… Until another figure comes into my thoughts. The most beautiful Snow Leopard out of all I've seen, with a smile as radiant as the morning sun or the glow of the moonlight. I want to know who she is or where she came from or how she seems to know me in some way. I feel she's leading me somewhere towards my destiny and I think it's because of her why I have now decided to travel with Anya to Paris.

Isaac: *sits next to Linde* I'm not a big expert on the whole mumbo-jumbo stuff, but maybe it's not the head that's telling you where to go *motions to her heart* it's there. Just remember: The past doesn't truly define who you truly are, it's the present that counts. You are who you choose to be.

*Linde takes a moment to think about it, as Isaac gives her a pat on the shoulder before rising out from the bed and following Loki out the door. But then, Linde's voice calls out*

Linde: Isaac!

Isaac: *turns around* Yes?

Linde: *pause, bows her head* Thank you.

Isaac: *smiles* You're welcome.

*Meanwhile, inside a separate cabin, Anya, Dimitri, Vladimir, and Pooka are just settling in for the night. Dimitri is sound asleep, his backpack beside him on the floor, while Anya is wrapped in a blanket. Vladimir is braced against the ship's beams, not weathering the storm well*

Anya: *whispering to Vlad* Oh… Are you all right?

Vlad: Fine, fine. Just riddled with envy. Look at him. *indicating Dimitri* He can sleep through anything.

*The ship tilts, timbers groaning. Pooka climbs inside of Dimitri's backpack knocking it over and the music box slides out of it and stops near Anya. She picks up the music box; immediately, a sharp recollection passes through her mind. Shocked, she can see the visual so clear: Figures dancing gracefully across her memory. She cradles the box lovingly*

Vlad: Pretty jewelry box, isn't it?

Anya: Jewelry box? Are you sure that's what it is?

Vlad: What else could it be?

Anya: Oh well, something else. Something…special. Something to do with a secret.

*Anya laughs, as Pooka licks Anya's feet with a desire for attention. By then, Vladimir climbs into his berth.*

Anya: Is that possible?

Vladimir: Anything's possible. You taught Dimitri how to waltz, didn't you?

*Anya secures the music box in the backpack. She picks up Pooka and climbs into her bed. Pooka climbs up on top of her*

Vlad: Sleep well, your majesty.

*Vladimir's large body traps Pooka between him and Anya. Anya uses her foot to move Vlad so that Pooka can move. Pooka snuggles next to Anya*

Anya: Sweet dreams, Pooka.

*Meanwhile, in the Netherworld, as Nychus sits in a crouch along one side, Rasputin and Bartok, along with Ratigan and Rothbart, gaze at the image of Anastasia falling asleep*

Bartok: There she is, master. Sound asleep in her little bed.

Rothbart: I must say, she is rather beautiful. Not as beautiful as Odette, but…still.

Ratigan: *snickers* Yes, yes, she is falling in the exact place we want her. Now, to set the plan into motion and soon her spirit will be joining us within the confines of the nether region.

Rasputin: Pleasant dreams to you, princess. We'll get inside your mind, where you can't escape us. *turns to Nychus* Nychus!

Nychus: *slowly turns his eye to him* You rang?

Rasputin: I have a special task for you… I am in need of a messenger.

Nychus: *shows a bit of interest* Go on…

*Back at the ship's cabin, late in the night, smoky images silently slither under the door. They move over toward Dimitri sleeping on the floor, upon recognizing he's not the right person they float across the cabin to her shoes then up over her birth and swirl around Anya. The Smoky images wait for the opportunity to enter her mouth when she yawns, smiling as Rasputin's dream begins as imagines of butterflies appear and circle around her face*

*In Anya's dream, Anya rests peacefully in a sunny open meadow. Alexi, Anastasia's young brother, walks up, surrounded by large mythical dream butterflies. He waves at her and vice versa. He motions the butterflies towards Anya. They approach her and fly around her*

*In reality, Anya's eyes are closed, as she smiles in her sleep and sits up in bed. The Dream butterflies still swirl around her head. She gets out of her berth following them, sleepwalking to the cabin door, which opens by itself as she exits. As it closes, Pooka awakens to the slam of the door and senses something's wrong. Meanwhile, Anya sleep walks down the hallway toward the stairs following the "Dream Butterflies", as the ship pitches violently in the storm*

*Whining, Pooka scratches at the cabin door, crying out for Anya. He then jumps towards a sleeping Dimitri trying to wake him. In response, he just rolls over*

*The ship rolls on a giant swell, while Anya sleepwalks to the upper deck. Shifting from her dream to reality, Alexi and the three butterflies lead her up a rock embankment and through a field of daffodils. Anastasia's three sisters in swimsuits can be seen in the distance. Alexi points to them as they leap to the pool below. Momentarily back in reality, Anya has climbed over the railing of the deck and is looking into the black ocean. Smiling, she slides back against the ships railing*

*Meanwhile, Pooka begs for Dimitri to wake up, as he slowly regains conscious.*

Dimitri: *still half asleep* What? What, what, what, what? Pooka? Pooka, what? *looks up, Anya's berth is empty, she's gone* Anya. Anya! Anya!

*As Dimitri scrambles from his makeshift bed and bursts out the door, his cries awakens the two teams, some members taking shelter in separate rooms. They peer out the doors to see Dimitri run through the halls*

Bonnie: Huh? What's going on?

Johnny: *yawns* What time is it?

Dimitri: Anya's gone!

Linde: What? Anya!

Leo: Oh no! Something bad must be happening to her!

Benny: Then we better find her quick, before she gets hurt!

Sunlight: Yeah, come on!

*Scrambling out of their rooms, the teams follow Dimitri up the stairs, while Pooka remains stranded at the bottom of the stairs. Meanwhile, Anya holds onto the guide line, teetering on the ship's railing*

*In her dream, Anya holds on to a vine at the edge of a precipice overlooking a beautiful swimming pool of sorts. Little Alexi points down towards the offstage swimmers, the family looking up, waving to her*

Nicholas: Hello, sunshine.

Sisters: Come into the water!

Anya: Hello. *giggles*

Nicholas: Jump in. Jump!

Sisters: Come in!

Alexi: Yeh!

*Anya watches as little Alexi leaps towards the blue pool and giggles. In reality, Anya stands on the ships railing, holding on to the guide wire, inching towards death*

Dimitri: Anya!

Logan: Look! *points to Anya* There she is!

Justin: What does she think she's doing?!

Popeye: I hopes she nose how's to swims!

Rae: I don't think she's even awake!

Aurora Rose: She's sleep walking?

Sunlight: You don't think…?

*Linde sees Anya and seeing what the girl is apparently doing, Linde knew she had to do something fast*

Linde: Anya! *runs as quick as she can* Anya, wake up!

*Suddenly, a bolt of lightning seems to strike in front of her and a shadowy figure all at once looms in front of her. Petrified, she leans on the floor pushing herself back as the figure slowly walks toward her. A flash of lightning briefly reveals the figure: The Snow Leopard with the bandaged face, a single eye looming down to her… Nychus*

Nychus: Hello, Lilya… Did you miss me?

Linde: *frightened* Who… Who are you?

Nychus: *pause* You don't remember me, do you? Has it really been ten years? I remember you, just as I remember that night. It was cold, there was a burning palace, screams cluttering the halls… And, oh yes… *glares at her* You left me to die.

Isaac: Linde! Linde, hurry!

*Linde appears paralyzed in fear, as her eyes seems to lose vision. Nychus appears to switch positions from one part of the boat to the other. First in front of her, then walking casually on a railing, to lounging on a sail, and even on a roof inches above Linde, as he messes with her mind*

Nychus: And as it seems, you have already forgotten you're place in the world that I was ever so determined to bring you in. For we Snow Leopards have descended from the great Tai Lung himself, who taught us never to retreat, never surrender. Towards the death in the battle field is the greatest glory we could ever achieve in our life. It was our destiny that together we'd be the greatest assassins that Russia and the world would have ever known… Until that night… The night you betrayed me.

Isaac: Linde!! Anya's gonna jump!!

Nychus: *looms down* Frankly… I don't care what Rasputin says. *slowly pulls out a massive sword from his hood, raises it up for a killing blow* Time to play… Skin the Cat.

*Linde closes her eyes, trying to avoid the fury in the Snow Leopard's eye, his sword ready to come down with a single stroke. But then, a bright light suddenly shines towards the Snow Leopard, causing him to turn. Contact from this very light suddenly makes him disappear just before he realizes what is happening*

Nychus: *turns* What? *starts to fade* No, no… NO! *disappears in a flash*

*Linde covers her eyes for a moment, until she puts her hands down and before her stood a tall silver Snow Leopard, decorated in a matching silver robe, looking down over the confused woman with a calm gesture and grace. She bends down towards Linde, her mouth towards her ear, and whispers a single word*

Figure: *quietly* Remember.

*Before Linde could comprehend what she meant or even question it, she and the others are suddenly washed up by a great tide that sweeps over the ship. Dimitri is washed up into the crow's nest and suddenly sees Anya*

Dimitri: Anya! Stop! *Anya moves to jump in* Anya, NO! *grabs onto a rope line and swings out to rescue Anya*

*Just as Anya is about to jump, Dimitri's cries suddenly appears to stir her awake. All of a sudden, Nicholas' face turns hideous and frightening, suddenly becoming Rasputin*

Nicholas: YES, JUMP!!

*Rasputin continues to grow into an evil god-like figure, as the dwarfed Anya rises on a column of skulls. Flying bat-like minions swarm in a circle around Anya, who reacts in gear. A giant Rasputin demon towers over her on the column of skulls and his harpy-like minions grab at her, encouraging her to jump*

Rasputin Demon: The Romanov curse. JUMP!! JUMP!!

*A band of flying minions grabs Anya, one's arms are around the waist, right from behind… In reality, Dimitri is holding her around the waist with the two teams gathered around. She struggles, unaware of her rescue from a fall into the stormy sea*

Dimitri: Anya! Anya, Anya! Wake up! Wake up.

Linde: Anya, wake up! It's me, Linde!

Rae: It's us, Anya!

*Anya jolts awake, terrified to see what almost happened to her. Dimitri lifts her to the other side of the railing. Anya, shaking and almost crying in fear, still half in a dream, throws her arms around Dimitri*

Anya: *gasps* The Romanov curse!

Xiro & Dagnino: The Romanov curse?

Dimitri: What are you talking about?

Anya: I keep seeing faces- so many faces. *hugs Dimitri and cries*

Dimitri: *returns the hug* It was a nightmare. It's all right, you're safe now.

Aurora Rose: No worry, lass. We're right here, steady. There, there.

Logan: This is the second time Anya’s almost died on this trip. It can't just be rotten luck.

Benny: I think Sunlight may have been right back on the train. Someone IS trying to stop us from reaching Paris… Someone powerful.

Bruma: And this curse she spoke of… Do you suppose it might be connected?

Kairel: I think so. It must also have something to do with Linde.

*They all turn to see Linde, who just stands there with a blank expression on her face, which seems to face the team and yet not appear to be seeing them at all. The only thing that was in her mind from all the chaos that had come from this unnatural experience was that same little word that kept resounding over and over: Remember… Remember… Remember…*

*Rasputin watches the image of Anya and Dimitri's embrace, seething. The spirits of Rothbart and Ratigan watch as Rasputin moans, grasping his head in frustration, his fingers actually sinking into his skull. Rasputin's neck is stretching and starting to tear as he pulls on his own head. Bartok backs away from the impending explosion, just as Nychus suddenly reappears, reeling on the ground and panting hard. Angry, he bashes his arms on the floor in frustration*

Rasputin: *screaming* NO!!! Not again!

Nychus: *appears, bangs his fists* NOOO! I had her.. I freaking had her!

Bartok: Easy, master. Wow…this is no time to lose your head.

*Rasputin exerts a monumental effort to control himself*

Rasputin: You're right. I am calm. I am heartless. I have no feelings whatsoever. *his head suddenly sinks into his stomach, lying in his own bodily fluids*

Rothbart: Well... At least he's relaxed now.

Ratigan: Maybe a little TOO relaxed.

Bartok: *flies into Rasputin’s stomach* Sir?

Rasputin: *opens his eyes, suddenly smiling* I feel a sudden onset of clarity, boys. I'll have to kill her myself… In person.

Bartok: What, you mean…physically?

Rasputin: You know what they say. If you want something done right--

Nychus: *gets back up* Do it yourself. Something I have been saying since the beginning.

Bartok: But that means going topside.

Rasputin: Exactly. *pops his head out of his stomach and twists it around* I have so many fond memories of Paris *grabs a bug creature and twists it in knots* and killing the last of the Romanovs with my own hands, will be so delicious. *throws the creature against the wall*

Nychus: And this time... We're throwing out all the cards and nothing, not even those meddling explorers, will stand in the way of our revenge.

Rasputin: *puts on a royal cape and sprits himself with cologne* Well…time to go.

Rothbart: Yes… Except, there is one problem with your plan: You're a rotting corpse, already falling apart.

Bartok: He's right, sir. How do you expect to get to Paris in one piece?

Rasputin: I thought we'd take the train.

Ratigan: Wait a minute! What about us? Don't we deserve something out of this?

Rasputin: Oh yes, I almost forgot… What is it that you two so desperately desire?

Rothbart: We desire revenge!

Rasputin: *raises an eyebrow* Oh… Is that all?

Ratigan: Not exactly. You see, in order for us to take our revenge on the boy who sent us here… We need to be alive. And at the moment we are…well…not.

Rothbart: But with our powers combined with yours…you could remedy that.

Rasputin: Hmm… I see. But…what’s in it for me? What do I receive in exchange for bringing you back from the dead?

Rothbart: If you agree to our demands, provided that we regain the life of which that was stolen from us, I can guarantee a good word with the Council of Shadows to recommend an opening reserved for a man of great power like yourself. Join us, allow us to regain 'eternity' to bring down your enemies, and with the power of the Shadows, the world will all be yours for the taking.

Ratigan: So… Do we have a deal?

Rasputin: Hmm… *smiles* Deal! *holds up his reliquary*

*Ratigan and Rothbart stand in preparation to be blessed with the power of their long awaited return of their life cycles. A great surge of energy emerges from the Reliquary, a conjuring of smoke and lightning floods out and slowly arches towards the two spirits. As it wraps around them, they could feel it's power coming towards them, weaving around them even… But then, they find that they can't escape it. The magic…was dragging them*

Ratigan: Wait a minute! What's happening?!

Rothbart: What's going on?!

Rasputin: Relax, it will all be over soon.

*Suddenly, the spirits started to feel a stabbing pain, striking them down like a rain of knives piercing through their bodies. They scream intense agony as they can see their spirited forms somehow dragged out of them as if they were being sucked towards a heavy ventilating whirlwind of green mist. Rasputin chuckles as he holds the reliquary above, watching the spirits slowly dragged towards his most precious artifact*

Rothbart: *groans* What have you done?! We made a deal!

Ratigan: Why you… You promised us 'eternity'!

Rasputin: And you shall receive it, my friends… Once I have killed off the Grand Duchess Anastasia! Until then, I am going to need your life force to keep myself from falling apart before I get a chance to do it!

*All at once, after an intense moment of spinning around and around, Rothbart and Ratigan find themselves nearing the skull of the Reliquary. Rothbart's screams fade as his soul is sucked inside the unholy relic while Ratigan, being of a much larger spirit, has his top half sticking out of the skull, his hands holding on. He looks around first at the grinning Rasputin, the nervous Bartok, and the intense gaze of Nychus. Seeing that he will not hold on for long, Ratigan gives a sigh of his predicament*

Ratigan: *sighs* Should've seen this one coming… *gets sucked inside*

Rasputin: *looks into the reliquary* Don’t worry… I am a man of my word. *looks to Nychus* Nychus, care to join me?

Nychus: *pause* Anything to finally get my hands on the one who stole something precious to me… Yes, we've let them win long enough.

*Satisfied, Rasputin and Nychus, with a reluctant Bartok, stand together as the former raises the Reliquary, unleashing thunder and lightning, crackling above them. Billowing smoke fills the room, as Rasputin rockets thru the ceiling with his allies goes by. For soon, the night they obtain their revenge… Will finally come to pass*
Benny, Leo, Johnny, and Rae Meet Anastasia
A Crossover Script/FanFiction story
Written by:
Kyle “Kylgrv” Grove, Logan "Hewylewis" Ridenbaugh and Bryce "The Wrestlemaniac" Kanyon

The last surviving child of the Russian Royal Family and her closest companion hooks up with two adventure teams and two con men to reunite with her grandmother, the Dowager Empress, while the undead Rasputin and a revenge-crazed assassin seek their deaths.

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Mmm so Rasputin needs the souls of both Rothbart and Ratigan, so his body will never falls apart ?