It isn't that great right now, but it will get better. I promise.
The day is July 16, the year 1918. That was the night in which my family and I were to be executed.
I come from the Imperial family of Russia. I am the daughter of Tzar Nicholas and Tsarina Alexandra, my own title Grand Duchess Maria. I was nineteen on this day. It is a day that no one in Russia will ever forget.
Before the Revolution happened, my family and I were happy, and the people liked us, or so I thought. It was later that everything started to fall apart, when my mother turned to Father Grigori Rasputin for spiritual guidance. I didn't like him, nor did my sisters or brother. My father liked him at first, but then, when he finally saw through the holy facade, he liked him as much as we did.
My sisters Olga, Tanya, and Anya were my best friends and my brother, my dear brother Alexi, was the one who kept me going at times. It was after Rasputin died that everything started to go downhill for us all.
First, the people started to whisper terrible things about us. Then, everyone started to turn on us. The same year the rumors started, we were taken out of our palace and taken to Yekaterinburg, where we were kept as prisoners. Finally, on that dreadful day, we were taken down to the dreadful cellar, being told we were to pose for a photo.
My sisters and I had sewn diamonds and other precious gems into out bodices to protect us like shields. We tried to get Alexi to let us do his, but he refused, saying that we wouldn't need it, that we would be out soon.
I knew something was wrong, and Anya did too. As we walked down to the cellar, she stood close to me.
"Are you going to try and use your shield?" she whispered.
"If it is necessary" I replied.
"Remember to stay close to all of us. You still need to be close." she continued.
"I know what I have to do, Anya" I whispered harshly. She stayed quiet after that.
We got to the cellar and were told to stand in a line, tallest to shortest. I knew this was about to turn ugly. Mama asked for a chair. "May we not sit?" she asked.
As the commander walked away, I saw him whisper to another man. The other man smirked.
The man came back with a chair and no sooner set it down than took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
"In view of the fact that your relatives are continuing their attack on Soviet Russia," he read, "the Ural Executive Committee has decided to......execute you."
Father turned to us. "What? What?"
I didn't have enough time to think before the commander took out his pistol and shot Papa in the head.
"Maria!" screamed Anya, just before shots rang out.
I had just enough time to throw the shield up in front of me and my sisters. Dust was everywhere, and I couldn't see Mama or Alexi.
"Alexi, where are you?" I screamed. No one answered me. I heard Mama scream and then a thud on the floor.
I held the shield as long as the shots continued, before someone, somehow, got behind me and hit me on the head. All I saw at first were stars, and then, darkness over came me, as did the gunshots and screaming of my sisters.
