This story is my own original work and has NOT been copied in any way from anyone else's ideas. Simalarities are purely cooincidental. Also, because this is my effort and creativity displayed here, I don't appreciate theives! If you like it that much, you can ask me if you can display it and/or offer a link.

FYI: The setting is Russia in thee distant future. I've decided to make this interesting by using multiple languages... I use online text translators to get the results, so everything may not be accurate. If you've got knowledge of the languages, and can fix my errors, I would GREATLY appreciate an e-mail from you! Also, I don't speak any of the languages in here, so I don't have the first clue about them. No, they aren't here because I think they look cool, they're here because people don't usually take languages into account when playing D&D or RPing in Ayenee... so I thought I would.

A man sat hunched over in a wide, open, desolate field, digging with a long-necked shovel in the dark dirt, looking for something. His hole grew deeper with each plunge he made into the earth. Finally, his shovel hit something hard. Growing excited, the man dug even more furiously until a long stone plaque was revealed. It read: "Не надо беспокоить грамматический определенный член зверь в.�

Wiping his brow, the man carefully threw his shovel aside and knelt down. He placed the palms of his hands on the stone, uttered a few low words, and the plaque shattered. Not like breaking glass, but like cracking ice-- it split in zigzagged lines and then vanished. The man smirked and rubbed his sweaty palms together. He then leapt inside the hole now left.

It was dark, but dry, not damp. The room was clean, and it was a room. Made out of sturdy stone, it seemed like it had been there for centuries, but no ware could be seen. Coating each wall, as well as ceiling and floor, was a glassy layer of untouchable gray fog. In the center of it all lie a great coffin, glowing with blue light. Magic. The tomb (and it was a tomb) was protected by powerful magic.

With words so quiet as whispers, the man strained hard. The light from the coffin was slowly fading, and with it, the gray fog around the tomb. His own magic was powerful; and the spell, having been cast a very long time ago indeed, was weaker than it had originally been. When the magic ceased its 715-year watch, the man approached the coffin. Now, he read on it aloud: " 'Seek not the dweller of this tomb. Искать не грамматический определенный член житель яние от этот могила.� Well well. Two languages. It�s a wonder who could�ve sealed her away like this��

Now, placing his hands on the tomb and doing just as he had to the plaque that was the entrance, he managed to shatter the top of the coffin. She lied inside it, as perfect and complete as she�d ever been, only deeply asleep.

It was a woman, or so appeared to be. She wore her hair a little higher than her shoulders, white, and the lock that hung by her cheeks were tipped with red. Blue highlights, appearing to be eye shadow, were brushed across the lids of her eyes and nearly to her temples. She was clothed only in a long, sole, black cloak with its hood folded underneath her. Her hands were crossed over her stomach, but were covered by the sleeves of her apparel.

The man made a quick move to pull back a sleeve, and revealed to his sight inch-long fingernails that were fit to be claws. Looking her up and down before coming to a conclusion, he noted her hair, face, and body. "Just like the legend� she�s perfect," he whispered in awe.

Standing back, he raised his tone. "Komme nun jetzt! Aufstehen und eingeschaltet wieder! Yasha, Sie haben gewesen erstand wieder!"

Yasha slowly opened her eyes, which were blood red in color. She didn�t arise slowly, but abruptly jerked herself up, startling the man who soon settled back. She took a couple deep breaths of air like a fish that had been cast back into the sea. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes. In her mouth, the man saw, much to his delight, her beautiful fangs.

Bringing herself out of her bliss, she looked at the man. She thought for something to say� but had to search deep in her mind to think of any words. "Êtes vous amie ou ennemie?" He could tell she struggled to speak, but couldn�t understand her.

He thought a moment, trying to communicate. �Я не надо понимать ваш слово.� When he saw her blank look, he tried again, �I can�t understand you, I don�t know your language.� Still, her pale face showed no understanding. "Wieso nicht wahr? fahren heraus; Sie haben gewesen hier lang genug." A flicker in her eyes told him she was computing what the words were, and then she stood and got out of the coffin.

"I... danke. ICH muß fahren." As when she had spoken before, her own voice had no accent to it. The man could tell that since she had been sealed away for so long, she had to think to say even simple phrases.

"Wait! Don�t go yet!" She hardly acknowledged him, as she didn�t understand. He shook his head, forgetting German was their only mutual language. "Ausführen nicht abfahren! Wir sollte sprichst!"

However, her back had been turned. She leapt outside into the sunlight and stretched her arms. "Je suis presque � la maison... Bient�t � la maison... C'est la terre sur laquelle je me tiens debout et par laquelle je vie. Je suis de retour pour prendre ma place au sein de la r�volution !"

She dashed across the field, abandoning the tomb, her past, and any yearnings to find her memories�