Some background on this. I decided to do a fic about Pompeii involving Sailor Moon & Co. I dunno why, so don't ask.
I will be using the Greek translation of their names. Ex. Endymion=Endymiona, Serenity=Iremia, etc... I'll add more as the story goes on.
Pompeii is a real city in Italy, that in 79 AD was destroyed by a volcanic eruption that buried the city (and cities around it) under 20 ft. of ash. No one made it out alive. Today it is a tourist spot, where you can see the outlines of bodies, artifacts, and other items that scientist have uncovered. The quote below is an actual quote made by a boy of 14 named Pliny the Younger. His uncle, Pliny the Elder, was in Pompeii (or close to the shoreline) when the volcano erupted. Pliny the Elder was killed.
"A dense black cloud was coming up behind us, spreading over the Earth like a flood. 'Let us leave the road while we can still see,' I said, 'or we shall be knocked down and trampled underfoot in the dark by the crowd behind.' We had scarcely sat down to rest when darkness fell, not the dark of a moonless or cloudy night, but as if the lamp had been put out in a closed room. You could hear the shrieks of women, the wailing of infants, and the shouting of men; some were calling their parents, others their children or their wives, trying to recognize them by their voices. People bewailed their own fate or that of their relatives, and there were some who prayed for death in their terror of dying. Many besought the aid of the gods, but still more imagined there were no gods left, and that the universe was plunged into eternal darkness forevermore." - Pliny the Younger, A.D. 79.
Prologue
She ran.
Ash fell down around her, coating her hair and eyelashes. Her bare feet made no noise as she ran through the falling city, the sky as dark as night before being light up by fire. Thunder sounded throughout the city as people cried or screamed, running for their lives. Chaos was all around her as she ran to the only person her heart was screaming for.
Blond hair flew behind her, long tresses becoming dark as the ash settled into the thin layers. None of it mattered to her, none. She didn't care that her white body was becoming dark, almost black with ash or that her white gown was no longer white. She only cared of one thing: Endymiona.