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Abandoned
Fan Fiction by Victoria W.

Author's Note:
This tells the story of when Alaska was handed over to the United States and the reaction of (personified) Kodiak Island.

Small footsteps alongside much larger ones could be heard along the docks. A mother and small child walked side by side through the mass crowds that had gathered to be off to the other land, Alaska.

Young Maralah held her mother's hand tightly, afraid of getting lost in the faction. Large boxes of foreign goods were being hauled from the decks of large boats with tall men yelling to each other in deep tones. Other children ran along by the docks, laughing and playing with a small dog that seemed to be theirs. The pure noise of their language could be heard in all directions. Russian. The only tongue she could speak and understand, even write.

"Мама?" the small girl asked, "Where are we going?"

"To a boat. I am taking you to somewhere, my child" The tall woman answered. Her long gold hair reached down to mid-back. Her expression stoic, her words portraying no emotion as she kept walking, her purple eyes focused on something in the distance.

"Going to where, Мама?" Maralah asked again.

Her mother didn't respond for a long time. "You will see, darling" Russia finally looked down at her small child, barely even appearing to be 7 years of age. Though in reality, she was about 200 years old. Maralah was the island of Kodiak in North America. It had been claimed by the Russians in the 1700s and quickly turned into the capitol of Russian North America. Little Maralah had a good life; she had wealth, fame, and the adoration of others. Sea otters were native to her land, fur trappers found this rather convenient for their profession and gained quite the lot of wealth.

Kodiak was the island of plentiful creatures, big and small. It is the home to mountains that could stretch to the sky and rivers that could run all the way to the sea. Anyone could say that it was a place of the heavens above, except for the winters.

Cold ice would grip the land for months at a time; shrouding the inhabitants in darkness so thick you could barely see your shaking hand in front of your face.

The land of brilliant riches but the cruelest of realities, was the land that Russia had owned for the same 200 years in which the small girl had been alive. But today; it was to change. Kodiak was no longer Russian, and had to be relinquished.

"Okay мама" she replied, staying silent after those words. Small footsteps in deerskin boots tapped against the wooden planks of the walkway by the ocean side.

"We're here" Anya stated, stopping abruptly on the dock and nearly caused Kodiak to slip.
In front of them was a large passenger ship. Men and women were boarding with a man by the walkway to the top deck checking slips of paper to allow them on.

"That's a big boat…" Her small eyes, the same color as her mother's, looked up and scanned over the entire ship. The hull was painted pure black with a red stripe near the top deck. Ropes tied it to the dock so it would not move away while people were boarding. The ship rose and fell with the dark wave and the cold wind whipped through her jacket, causing her to shudder.

Anya kneeled down and looked Maralah in the eye, handing her a slip of paper. "Take this and show it to the nice man and get on the boat… I'll be right behind you, darling. Мама just needs to do something first"

"Okay" she turned away from her mother to board the boat though a hand was planted firmly on her shoulder, turning her and she was pulled into a tight hug.

"…I'll see you soon, my darling baby girl" The country's voice was quiet in a pained tone as she hugged her daughter. "Я люблю тебя, и никогда не забывать."

"I won't forget you, мама. It's only going to be a little while" Maralah was released from the hug and she smiled at her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Я люблю тебя, мама"

Russia had to keep herself from crying at her daughter's words. "…now come along. Time to get on the boat." She stood on her feet and took Kodiak's small hand, leading her to the boat. "Be a good girl" Anya said quietly.

Maralah showed her slip of paper to the man, he smiled and let her on. "I'll wait for you on top, мама! See you soon!" This was said before the small child rushed up the walkway, turning around and waving to her mother before running up a bit more.

"Be good!" Her mother called to her, turning away. "…Something tells me we won't be seeing each other any time soon" A single tear dripped down the nation's cheek, multiple others following the path as the woman walked back down the dock; farther and farther away from her daughter.

Maralah waited on the deck of the large boat. It had been a couple minutes since she had boarded and still waited for her mother. Birds were flying around the boats trying to get at the fish that some men had spilled onto the deck of their ship. Frustrated yells could be heard from the men that just made her giggle. Bad words were said, those words that her mother told her never to use; which she didn't. Whatever her mother told her to do, she did. If she was a good girl her mother would get her a gift. Recently Maralah had received her deer skin boots. They were lined with rabbit fur that felt soft against her small feet.

The man that had been waiting at the walkway had boarded at that moment, causing Kodiak to become worried. 'Мама had better hurry… the boat is going to leave soon' Maralah thought. A loud bell rung from the top of the boat and the boat started to leave port.

"Wait! Wait! My мама isn't on board! Wait!" her desperate cries were left unanswered. On the walkway she could vaguely see a figure she recognized. Her mother stood there, still on the dock, watching as her daughter was being sent away. "MAMA" Maralah screamed at the top of her lungs, still no response.

The farther the boat became from the port, the more she began to doubt. 'Мама just missed the boat… she will come. I know it. She will be back soon and she will send me a letter telling me she will. I just know it… I just hope…"

Two days past on board the vessel. Kodiak's thoughts became darker.
"…she abandoned me… she left me there… мама LEFT me there." Maralah said to herself in the cabin that she had been given. "My мама hates me…"

No tears could fall from her eyes. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were red. Hunger pains stabbed at her stomach, she had not even bothered to eat.

Hours later they reached the port on the other side of the Bering Sea. And Maralah had come to a final conclusion.

"I have no parents… They will only leave me. I can't have anybody. They will destroy me." The small 7 year-old cried. "Nobody can be trusted… everybody can stay away…"
With that, the rest of her life changed forever.

Present Day
A simple photo that had been framed and given to her by her so called "Father" was fitted in a designed frame. Two smiling faces mocked her, laughing at her. Making fun of what she didn't have anymore.

Maralah knocked over the fine frame and thrust her fist down on the glass, shattering it and cutting her hand.

"I have no parents. I can never forgive мама. I can never call America my dad. I don't have happiness." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she sat on her couch in her lonely cabin with a blizzard howling outside. Tiny droplets of blood dripped onto the broken glass, some staining the pale picture.

She lifted her hand away, slipping the photo out of the frame and slipped it in the pages of a book, slamming it shut.

"Though I would do anything if I could… if I could only just…" her voice choked up.
…Smile…

Translation Notes:
мама = Mom/Mum/Mother/Mommy
Я люблю тебя, и никогда не забывать = I love you, and never forget
Я люблю тебя = I love you

((I hope you enjoyed... and I am now crying))

Description

Abandoned
Fan Fiction by Victoria W.

Author's Note:
This tells the story of when Alaska was handed over to the United States and the reaction of (personified) Kodiak Island.

Small footsteps alongside much larger ones could be heard along the docks. A mother and small child walked side by side through the mass crowds that had gathered to be off to the other land, Alaska.

Young Maralah held her mother's hand tightly, afraid of getting lost in the faction. Large boxes of foreign goods were being hauled from the decks of large boats with tall men yelling to each other in deep tones. Other children ran along by the docks, laughing and playing with a small dog that seemed to be theirs. The pure noise of their language could be heard in all directions. Russian. The only tongue she could speak and understand, even write.

"Мама?" the small girl asked, "Where are we going?"

"To a boat. I am taking you to somewhere, my child" The tall woman answered. Her long gold hair reached down to mid-back. Her expression stoic, her words portraying no emotion as she kept walking, her purple eyes focused on something in the distance.

"Going to where, Мама?" Maralah asked again.

Her mother didn't respond for a long time. "You will see, darling" Russia finally looked down at her small child, barely even appearing to be 7 years of age. Though in reality, she was about 200 years old. Maralah was the island of Kodiak in North America. It had been claimed by the Russians in the 1700s and quickly turned into the capitol of Russian North America. Little Maralah had a good life; she had wealth, fame, and the adoration of others. Sea otters were native to her land, fur trappers found this rather convenient for their profession and gained quite the lot of wealth.

Kodiak was the island of plentiful creatures, big and small. It is the home to mountains that could stretch to the sky and rivers that could run all the way to the sea. Anyone could say that it was a place of the heavens above, except for the winters.

Cold ice would grip the land for months at a time; shrouding the inhabitants in darkness so thick you could barely see your shaking hand in front of your face.

The land of brilliant riches but the cruelest of realities, was the land that Russia had owned for the same 200 years in which the small girl had been alive. But today; it was to change. Kodiak was no longer Russian, and had to be relinquished.

"Okay мама" she replied, staying silent after those words. Small footsteps in deerskin boots tapped against the wooden planks of the walkway by the ocean side.

"We're here" Anya stated, stopping abruptly on the dock and nearly caused Kodiak to slip.
In front of them was a large passenger ship. Men and women were boarding with a man by the walkway to the top deck checking slips of paper to allow them on.

"That's a big boat…" Her small eyes, the same color as her mother's, looked up and scanned over the entire ship. The hull was painted pure black with a red stripe near the top deck. Ropes tied it to the dock so it would not move away while people were boarding. The ship rose and fell with the dark wave and the cold wind whipped through her jacket, causing her to shudder.

Anya kneeled down and looked Maralah in the eye, handing her a slip of paper. "Take this and show it to the nice man and get on the boat… I'll be right behind you, darling. Мама just needs to do something first"

"Okay" she turned away from her mother to board the boat though a hand was planted firmly on her shoulder, turning her and she was pulled into a tight hug.

"…I'll see you soon, my darling baby girl" The country's voice was quiet in a pained tone as she hugged her daughter. "Я люблю тебя, и никогда не забывать."

"I won't forget you, мама. It's only going to be a little while" Maralah was released from the hug and she smiled at her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Я люблю тебя, мама"

Russia had to keep herself from crying at her daughter's words. "…now come along. Time to get on the boat." She stood on her feet and took Kodiak's small hand, leading her to the boat. "Be a good girl" Anya said quietly.

Maralah showed her slip of paper to the man, he smiled and let her on. "I'll wait for you on top, мама! See you soon!" This was said before the small child rushed up the walkway, turning around and waving to her mother before running up a bit more.

"Be good!" Her mother called to her, turning away. "…Something tells me we won't be seeing each other any time soon" A single tear dripped down the nation's cheek, multiple others following the path as the woman walked back down the dock; farther and farther away from her daughter.

Maralah waited on the deck of the large boat. It had been a couple minutes since she had boarded and still waited for her mother. Birds were flying around the boats trying to get at the fish that some men had spilled onto the deck of their ship. Frustrated yells could be heard from the men that just made her giggle. Bad words were said, those words that her mother told her never to use; which she didn't. Whatever her mother told her to do, she did. If she was a good girl her mother would get her a gift. Recently Maralah had received her deer skin boots. They were lined with rabbit fur that felt soft against her small feet.

The man that had been waiting at the walkway had boarded at that moment, causing Kodiak to become worried. 'Мама had better hurry… the boat is going to leave soon' Maralah thought. A loud bell rung from the top of the boat and the boat started to leave port.

"Wait! Wait! My мама isn't on board! Wait!" her desperate cries were left unanswered. On the walkway she could vaguely see a figure she recognized. Her mother stood there, still on the dock, watching as her daughter was being sent away. "MAMA" Maralah screamed at the top of her lungs, still no response.

The farther the boat became from the port, the more she began to doubt. 'Мама just missed the boat… she will come. I know it. She will be back soon and she will send me a letter telling me she will. I just know it… I just hope…"

Two days past on board the vessel. Kodiak's thoughts became darker.
"…she abandoned me… she left me there… мама LEFT me there." Maralah said to herself in the cabin that she had been given. "My мама hates me…"

No tears could fall from her eyes. Her mouth was dry and her eyes were red. Hunger pains stabbed at her stomach, she had not even bothered to eat.

Hours later they reached the port on the other side of the Bering Sea. And Maralah had come to a final conclusion.

"I have no parents… They will only leave me. I can't have anybody. They will destroy me." The small 7 year-old cried. "Nobody can be trusted… everybody can stay away…"
With that, the rest of her life changed forever.

Present Day
A simple photo that had been framed and given to her by her so called "Father" was fitted in a designed frame. Two smiling faces mocked her, laughing at her. Making fun of what she didn't have anymore.

Maralah knocked over the fine frame and thrust her fist down on the glass, shattering it and cutting her hand.

"I have no parents. I can never forgive мама. I can never call America my dad. I don't have happiness." Tears slipped down her cheeks as she sat on her couch in her lonely cabin with a blizzard howling outside. Tiny droplets of blood dripped onto the broken glass, some staining the pale picture.

She lifted her hand away, slipping the photo out of the frame and slipped it in the pages of a book, slamming it shut.

"Though I would do anything if I could… if I could only just…" her voice choked up.
…Smile…

Translation Notes:
мама = Mom/Mum/Mother/Mommy
Я люблю тебя, и никогда не забывать = I love you, and never forget
Я люблю тебя = I love you

((I hope you enjoyed... and I am now crying))