This is what I'm calling a Clean Slate. I'm erasing all my stories because they're OC based, and focusing on this series for now. It's basically a take on the Sailor Moon characters in the Winx Club universe. And no, the Winx won't be in it since this takes place 100 years later, but they are mentioned throughout. Most of the episodes will be mine, but there will be some sailor moon episodes or references thrown in. Also, I'll be making a couple changes to the schools since its, you know, the FUTURE! But there won't be much.

So anyways, this is the extremely short prologue, ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon or Winx Club or anything I use from them.

Prologue

Pain. She knew nothing but darkness and pain. Excruciating pain. From the choke hold

around her neck, the stab wound in her abdomen, both draining her life, little by little. And the fresh, bright, unbearable pain inside her, knowing her family was gone, as well as everything she had ever known. Gone.

And the person who took it away, was someone she least expected.

They were right in front of her, squeezing, squeezing, her life out with one hand.

"You know, it still baffles me that the king never saw this coming," the figure chuckled.

Probably. Her vision was fading, and she couldn't focus on what they were saying. All her focus was on the pain. The horrible, horrible pain, especially from the wound in her stomach. The blood was blossoming rapidly, staining her beautiful white dress a dark red.

"But how could he," their grip tightened and she whimpered in agony, "when his own daughter took his most important means of defense? Are you proud of yourself? I would be, I mean, look at your handiwork?" they swung her around so she could get full view of her family's dead bodies. She clamped her eyes shut, and began to struggle.

"Gimme a break," they flung her against the wall, and she bit her lip hard to keep her exclamation of pain from going any further than a grunt, Her throat was too raw and damaged to scream.

She looked up at her assailant with pain filled eyes. "W-why-why are you-?" she couldn't hold back her yelp as they grabbed the back of her dress and dragged her toward the window. Her struggles were in vain as they hoisted her over the balcony railing by her throat and held her over the rocky shore.

"It's my mission," they hissed. "It always has been," they smiled, " you were just too stupid to realize it."

With that, they let go.