"Mmm, yes. Master will be fine. Master will be alright. She
will see, master will live once again, and then, oh yes, she will
regret. She will regret. Oh yes. Mmmm."
There was only midnight. Midnight and that voice as it spoke
softly to itself, its echoes reverberating along the walls.
Her heart was thudding against her ribs, cracking from
exertion and strain. Tears were streaming down her eyes. A tearing
stitch formed in her side and she covered it with her hands,
pressing down the pain.
She was running. That was all that was in her mind. She was
running, and if she stopped, she would go back there. She would be
no more. She would become a slave again. A slave to sit in a corner,
a corner of her own mind, and watch as she did things, so many
unimaginable things.
Sweat was pouring down her body, her long black hair plastered
to her face, sea blue eyes widened, to the whites, in fright, her
body rocking wildly against the fear. The sheets of the bed were
tangled over her, crushing her with their minimal weight as she woke
up forcefully from the nightmare.
Heart still beating with the rhythm of an attack, she sighed
and slowly laid down on her back, eyes roaming the room, as she
waited for the fear to subside, and the sun to rise, knowing she
would not be able to sleep for fear of the dream coming again….or
coming true.
A thousand years ago there was a beautiful kingdom. It was the
time of the Silver Millennium. Warriors of that time live today.
They are known as the Sailor Scouts. Yet, these Scouts do not own
their memories. And if the ones who are to protect the Earth today
do not know the past, what is to come of the future? And how can
they be sure they are who they remember themselves to be or that
they remember everyone important in their lives? When it comes to
the point of no return, will they save the Earth, or will they fail,
caught in a web of truth vs. lie, remembrance vs. loss, and good vs.
evil…
will see, master will live once again, and then, oh yes, she will
regret. She will regret. Oh yes. Mmmm."
There was only midnight. Midnight and that voice as it spoke
softly to itself, its echoes reverberating along the walls.
Her heart was thudding against her ribs, cracking from
exertion and strain. Tears were streaming down her eyes. A tearing
stitch formed in her side and she covered it with her hands,
pressing down the pain.
She was running. That was all that was in her mind. She was
running, and if she stopped, she would go back there. She would be
no more. She would become a slave again. A slave to sit in a corner,
a corner of her own mind, and watch as she did things, so many
unimaginable things.
Sweat was pouring down her body, her long black hair plastered
to her face, sea blue eyes widened, to the whites, in fright, her
body rocking wildly against the fear. The sheets of the bed were
tangled over her, crushing her with their minimal weight as she woke
up forcefully from the nightmare.
Heart still beating with the rhythm of an attack, she sighed
and slowly laid down on her back, eyes roaming the room, as she
waited for the fear to subside, and the sun to rise, knowing she
would not be able to sleep for fear of the dream coming again….or
coming true.
A thousand years ago there was a beautiful kingdom. It was the
time of the Silver Millennium. Warriors of that time live today.
They are known as the Sailor Scouts. Yet, these Scouts do not own
their memories. And if the ones who are to protect the Earth today
do not know the past, what is to come of the future? And how can
they be sure they are who they remember themselves to be or that
they remember everyone important in their lives? When it comes to
the point of no return, will they save the Earth, or will they fail,
caught in a web of truth vs. lie, remembrance vs. loss, and good vs.
evil…