Sasha
(#86732404)
I miss my mama
Familiar
Ragepuff
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Energy: 3/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Nature.
Male Mirror
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
5.69 m
Wingspan
6.98 m
Weight
591.2 kg
Genetics
Midnight
Slime
Slime
Midnight
Sludge
Sludge
Splash
Okapi
Okapi
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Mirror
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
7
AGI
6
DEF
7
QCK
6
INT
6
VIT
6
MND
7
Biography
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Aleksander Ivanov
12 years old A brother | A son | A victim "All I heard was mama's cry..." |
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Sasha’s Childhood It was a cold, winter night on the Estonian steppe, 1942. The snow was knee-deep and the sky was black with only the faint light from the moon to illuminate it. I was sat at the dinner table by my family, the fire crackled in the hearth. I can still remember the warmth of the flames against my face, sheltered from the harsh snow, safe in the comfort of my home. My little sister, Ksenia, was huddled next to me. The two of us savored every bite from the boiled potatoes and sour cabbage that my mother prepared for us. My mother, despite the scarcity of food, always tried to make sure we had just enough to eat, even if it wasn’t enough we never complained. She was currently sitting next to my dad, quietly discussing with him. I hadn’t paid much attention to it, the quiet chatter eased by nerves, comforted me in a way. Ksenia had finished her fill after a while and was leaning against me. The warmth was nice, but she moved her attention, seemingly drawn by something outside the window. As she shifted to raise herself higher for a better view, she prodded me just slightly. Annoyed by her writhing, I turned my head after finishing another bite of the cabbage and nudged her side lightly. “Why’re you moving so much?” I asked a bit irritated, making her face crinkle. She pouted, but ignored me and stretched herself higher, at this point getting my attention too. I decided to pull my head up, the silhouettes of men marching through the snow caught my attention. It wasn’t a large group, I remember counting three or five before a sense of unease filled me. Ksenia and I were stuck on the sight until I felt my mothers hand grip my shoulder. When I turned my head, the look on her face left a bitter taste in my mouth. Her look of fear and desperation as she quickly ushered me and Ksenia to the compartment under the floor never left me. The room itself was meant to be a safe room, its walls thick with concrete and a small oil lantern hanging from the wall. We hadn’t used it until now, never thought we’d needed to. My mother looked down at me, her expression pained, but gave me a warm smile before she grasped my and Ksenia’s hands. “Stay quiet.” she told us, Ksenia by my side, almost as if she knew something was wrong, tensed up. I took a slight glimpse at her, tears welled in her eyes, but I looked back at my mothers face. I felt like my voice was lodged, it was stubbornly held in my throat, all I could do was nod my head before the covering of the compartment was shut and my mothers face was gone. In truth I didn’t know what was going on. We heard a firm knock at the door, the men entering our house and the sounds of authoritative barking. I couldn’t register any of their words, all I could do was hold Ksenia while she trembled and cried, holding her mouth, urging her to be quiet. We listened to the sound of boots stamping against the floor, over the compartment and through the house, searching for anything of value. The men, who I now recognized as officers, were uncompromising and callous. Unheeding to any protest. I could hear my mothers tears and moans as they ransacked our home, breaking furniture and taking what little food we had left. I brought myself up, only slightly as I caught the view of the upheaval above us from a small crack in the compartments top. My father was in the kitchen, standing by helplessly as the officers tore through our home, he couldn’t do anything to object. The officers were looking for any sign of defiance, any hint of anti-government sentiment. I didn’t have much of an understanding at the moment, but they were searching for anything that could be used against my parents - a letter, a document, something that could be twisted to fit their narrative. Evidence that my parents were part of the resistance movement. Finally, one of the officers held up a letter with a look of glee on his face, the others had paused their havoc and split each other knowing looks. The man read a few lines aloud, making a show of it and in a few minutes I had to watch as my parents were grabbed and torn out of my life. Out of my sisters. I felt my chest tighten tears forming in my eyes as I tried to comprehend the scene. I was completely dazed, choking up in tears before Ksenia clutched my hand. She looked up at me, tears streaming down her cheeks and whispered through her small cries. “Sasha, I want ema.” I felt an ache in my chest, looking down at her. Neither of us knew how to deal with the uncertainty and the fear we had. I couldn’t keep feeling sorry for us, I couldn’t stay afraid when I saw how scared she was. I took a breath to steady myself, reaching out and holding her in tightly. “It’s okay.” I tried to assure her, not showing any doubt in my voice as I pulled the both of us out, the compartment top creaking as it fell back. Ksenia looked back and clung to me as she wailed, I let her cry and the both of us just sat there for a moment. I occasionally whispered to her, trying to make sure she felt secure before I set her down and the both of us stood up. I looked around the wreckage of the house, deciding it would’ve been safer if we had left now rather than having risked the chance for the officers to return. Ksenia sat on the couch, her eyes were puffy from crying, but she stayed quiet while she watched me scrounge between the wreck for anything that we could use. I pulled medicine bottles, the ones that hadn’t been shattered, clothing off the floors and stuffed them tight into one of my fathers bags. Ksenia pulled herself down from the couch and I stepped over to her. I pulled one of my mothers scarves, a stained blue, over and around her head. I took a moment myself and grabbed a brown jacket before slipping into it. Ksenia looked over to me as she reached her hands out. I picked her up with a small “Hup!” after I secured and adjusted the bag on me. I passed a canteen for her to hold, grabbing the knob to the door and slowly stepped outside. I took a small glance back to the house, but bit my lip as I turned away and walked with my sister in my hands, listening to the snow crunch below us. For the next few days I had to be resourceful. We managed to get to a village not so far from our cabin, we were rationing what we had, but it was only a matter of time before we ran out of food. Ksenia gripped my hand and gave me a small squeeze. She had been looking around, her eyes practically drinking in whatever she could of the village, for a moment I thought she was trying to memorize the entire landscape. She suddenly tugged my hand which drew my attention and I looked down at her. “I’m hungry.” She complained, holding her stomach as we walked down the sidewalk. I felt a bit of guilt, pursing my lips as I went over in my head what we had left. I sighed, knowing there weren't many ways to get food now. Things here were no different than home. Food was scarce and stealing wasn’t worth the repercussions if caught. “I know sana, I’m hungry too, but we don’t have much left.” I responded, my own stomach protesting with my words. That seemed to bother her, but she didn’t say a word of it, only sulking as she brought her gaze down. The look on her face made me reconsider, but we just had to wait a little more. Ksenia spoke again, looking at me while we walked.“Where are we gonna find the food?” I paused at the question myself, trying not to show any doubt as I looked over to her, “I’m sure someone will help us.” We continued walking for two days, surviving only on water. I started feeling weak, trudging while I held my sister sleeping in my arms. I needed to get food for us. I started knocking randomly, asking people if they could spare anything, before I even got the chance to ask, doors were slammed in my face, if ever they were opened. Curtains were drawn shut, passing by was useless. My mind couldn’t comprehend these people were just as hungry and scared as me, I felt as if my feelings were reflected on their faces, their quick glances at me before the shutters closed. I didn’t know what to do. I set my sister down, she rubbed her eyes drowsily as she looked at me. I couldn’t look back at her, I couldn’t bring myself to meet her eyes knowing they were filled with hunger, she looked so much smaller now than she had before. I finally moved my gaze up, my eyes settling to a trashcan set on the curb. The moment my hands dug into the trash, slowly rummaging for anything to fill, I realized I couldn’t count on anyone other than myself to survive and protect my sister. After a few weeks from announcing the war was over, as soldiers were returning. We were the last troops leaving. We passed among the empty buildings and the wreckage behind us. We couldn’t help noticing what we saw right in front of us though, not because it was out of ordinary from what we’ve already seen, but because the sight was in front of our path. There was a man hugging a boy, with an empty look in his eyes, his lips were moving in a quiet tremble, praying, “Lord have mercy, why them, not me? Why them, not me?”. The woman beside him lifted her head up, speaking in a small voice, “Why are you crying Ivan? They aren’t our kids, they just look similar.” as she kept her clutch on the little girl's hand, even though her eyes were looking at the fainted blue scarf on her head. The soldiers moved past them, quiet as they made their way further ahead before one spoke, “Aren’t they young to die? They’re not much older than my own.” The soldier beside him turned his head, without much concern and replied. “Aren’t you glad it’s theirs, not yours?” Then the conversation grew silent again. The soldiers continued making their way, but a piercing scream stopped them. The sound was so raw and full of pain that it was inhuman, only a sound you'd hear from a wounded animal. A mother crying for her children, the soldiers hesitating to take another step. God be with you... They count it as four years since the war had ended, four years. How many years to forget? (Currently all art pictures freak the code out..will fix soon hopefully :( ) |
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