The Randomness of Life Chapter 30~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya, Wednesday drabble challenge

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Prompted by: Courage~Robert Service

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Upon a branch as bleak as night

I was so cold that first night alone, as I hid behind the great trees near the ruins of our dacha.

They were gone, all gone. Papa, Mama, Babushka. Dimitry, the twins, my beloved baby sister Katiya... Uncle Vanya and cousin Anatasiya.

Why did I live?" Little Illya asked himself.

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Serene it seemed to lift its head:

Today I watched as a Bittern stopped to rest in a tree, I was surprised to see it as it was far from the Dnieper River where Papa told me they liked to winter.

Suddenly there were explosions coming from Kyiv, startling the bird; it flew away. Perhaps that is what happened to all the animals... except the wolves.

They remained to scavenge among the dead.

"I will not become their prey." Little Illya vowed to himself.

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And I shall see what none shall see -

I entered the ruins of the city, there were so many buildings torn apart, just piles of ash and rubble. The smell of death... everywhere.

I needed to find water. A broken pipe gave me that precious gift.

"Spacibo." Little Illya said to himself.

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And I shall know what none shall know -

I was determined to survive, but needed food and shelter. I raided the ruins for what I needed. A piece of babka, potatoes, vodka. Clothing, a rucksack...a knife. The city would provide what shelter I needed in spite of her grievous wounds.

"I will live," Little Illya promised himself.

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But though I pass before my time,

I am safe in my hiding place. There is fire, food, water, books... though the Nazis might find me and take me.

I heard my parents speak of a camp, but better I die than go to that place, that camp of death.

"I am frightened," Little Illya cried to himself.


* note, Images from my epic Illya backstory: 'Beginnings' http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6767104/1/Beginnings

Comments

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Walking with him through this terrible time is harrowing, even though we know his future holds better things.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Yes, terrible but we need to know some of the details as it helps to understand what makes the future Illya tick. Thanks for reading and commenting of course!

[svetlanacat4.livejournal.com]

Beautiful...

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Thank you. You know me, I love writing about Illya's past, grim though it can be at times.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

So little, but even at that age he had the determination to live.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Still death was a viable alternative to him when thinking about the concentration camp. But no matter what, he's a survivor. thanks for commenting.

[avrovulcan.livejournal.com]

If only I could take little Illya in, but then he would not be the grown man we know now. It's unfortunate that the experiences in someones past, both good and bad, goes towards making up their future character.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

What's the saying..."We are the sum total of our experiences." Considering what I've put him through in my fics, it's lucky he turned out so good. :D

Thanks for commenting!

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