Ok, here it is. The Prologue to my first story. I hope I will regularly update it. The plan is on my mind, but I don't want to have that big of a summary, because everything is possible to change in another second.
I don't own anything of Sailor Moon. Unfortunately.
The story plays in Nepta (reminds hopefully the most of you of Neptun), so it is an alternate universe. You can see already in the prologue that I use the characters but change sometimes the gender or whatever. It's all based around Michiru and Haruka, so they will stay the same as everybody knows them.
For example Setsuna is called Sets and male. Also Hotaru (Hotar). But who knows, perhaps they have daughters or something like that. I will see.
So enjoy the prologue and give me also a feedback with negative content. Because I think there is many to improve especially because of my native tongue German.^^
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Only one life with you.
„I will find you – no matter where and when!"
Especially the when…
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Nepta.
A world divided by power struggles.
Enemies.
Alliances.
Never ending wars.
And two moons witnessing the whole tragedy.
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Clouds occupied the light of the two moons. It should have been one of the darkest nights in Nepta, but it couldn't.
Don't look back.
A black horse ran at its limits. Its rider didn't have any pardon and powered the horse more and more to go faster.
Don't look back.
The smell of fire was still strong and the horizon was still visible red.
Don't look back.
The black cloak was swinging in the wind as his hood wide in his face hiding the rider's identity.
Only the sounds of the horse were audible. Not visible to any passersby, he rode through the country and left a burning city.
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It was short after midnight, when the sky cleared and both moons were fully visible. Side by side.
Only the light of the moons spent some warmth luminance in a darkness surrounded village. The village of Momend.
Hushed and slow hooves on the cobbled pavement were in evidence. But no one was around to actually listen. The lights of the houses and farms were off. Everybody was sleeping.
Except the barn of the blacksmith.
The black coated man was directly heading the farm with the lighted barn. There the gate stood wide open and in the light was a human shadow.
"It took you pretty long, Sets!" the man in the gate was now fully visible. His whispers only to the rider audible, who was reaching the gate and smoothly jumped off his horse.
"Uran is burning, nothing is left!" Sets spoke cold and distant, his features hidden by the hood. He closed the distance between them and stood in front of the man overtopping him by half a head.
The man in the gate was visibly shocked to hear such words from the rider. His fists stirred into his light brown nightgown, while his purple eyes behind black strands stared into red eyes and searched for the pureness of the words. And when he found it, realization hit him and he had to break the eye contact. Anger, frustration and sadness were growing.
Silence took place.
"Hotar?"
The rider cleared his green long hair by removing his hood. Sad and tired orbes focused the man in front of them. "Hotar?"
Said one raised his head and looked back in red eyes, while Sets drew his cloak back and released a ravel of foulards.
"Sets!" Hotar took a sharp breath in. His whisper was nervous and surprised. He took the ravel, Sets offered him and took it on one arm. His free hand moved to redo foulard after foulard, till blond strands, small peaked ears and a sleeping baby face appeared.
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"Is this… ?" Hotar shook his head. "That's…" He flustered merely audible. Sets put his hands on Hotars shoulders. "Let's go inside."
Hotar only nod and closed the gate after the rider and his black horse were inside the barn. He couldn't leave his eyes off the little baby, whilst Sets prepared his horse for the stay.
When Sets was finished he had to smirk a little when he saw Hotar smiling and staring at the little blond while cradling the new life. But realization hit him after some seconds and his smile faded. "Hotar!"
Alarmed purple eyes stared into red ones. Hotar understood, nod and took the light in his free hand leading Sets out of the Barn through the dark house to the guestroom , where the latest arriver would spend the night.
Sets closed the door behind them. The little chamber had only a bed and a stool. There was no window. A perfect place to talk.
Hotar put the light on the stool and turned around to face Sets. His vision covered with questions. "Is this…?" Finally he stuttered.
Sets only nodded. "Uran is burning! The Queen and the King died. And moreover our Prince died." The green haired man looked with a sad expression to the ground. "We failed." He hushed.
"How?" Sets looked up into the serious face of Hotar.
"He saved her… and died in front of her!"
Hotar did a sharp breathe in, his eyes growing in disbelieve. Then he said serious. "I told you he couldn't betray her!" Sets looked to the side and nod lightly.
Suddenly there was barely audible sigh. Red and purple eyes fixed on the baby.
"I hope she can!"
