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AN: Alternative version of two short stories of how Galaxia came into power.
Ever since I can remember, there has been never ending wars. Wars that have claimed countless lives but above all, wars that lives have fallen by my own doing. Yes, I am the one responsible for the wars—So they say. I would spit at the very thought but I am far too dignified to do such. I should simply kill them all—It's what they would expect of me, is it not? Let them think what ever they wish but I am the one who holds the truth. I know the real reason for the wars as well as how to stop them once and for all. A cold blooded killer, tyrant, monster, evil. I've been called just about "every name in the book" as some humans would say. Those disgusting, powerless beings of earth—They make me sick—All of them! However, what sickens me more is not a human but one of my own. A being of power that can rival my own and possibly more. This being is a soldier, just as I am. She is the sole purpose the human race and the majority of life in this galaxy is still in existence; the ones I have not killed yet that is.
I have this power yet it is still not enough for me. People see me and they stop and look. They judge me on the stories they hear of me. 'The one who is the Soldier of the Galaxy.' What fools! They know nothing of me! Of course they were there for my 'glory.' They are too weak to handle the problems of this planet themselves. None of them know me.
"I hear she's not even human—A witch with powers from the Devil himself!"
"But that can't be true! She's done so much for this planet and saved it from dying many of times! How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm only saying what I have heard."
"Well she's an angel in my opinion. I won't stand to hear you talk badly about our savior!" The man turned a heal to walk away from the other. It is indeed true that with the good side of things, there is always the bad side. Many people thought of her as a savior but there were some select few that had their doubts of her motives. She was known as the 'Golden Queen,' bringing an era of peace and prosperity to the planet.
"If only they knew how much of a 'savior' I am. How easy it is for them to say such things!" The woman turned sharply from behind the shelf unit the two men were talking in front of, neither taking notice of her figure. "I have bigger ambitions for this planet—No...this entire universe! I will be the one that remains and only then will true peace be attained."
This power that has been granted to me wasn't an accident. It wasn't a choice either. I was born with it, but that is not the answer you seek. Your thoughts wander deeper then my power, do they not? It all comes down to the question of 'why?' Why do I do it—But let me ask you, do you think you have me figured out?
I awake from this bed once more realizing I am alive still. I feel the long pieces of hair shuffle between my head and the pillow beneath. The sheets are warm yet I am still cold—I feel cold and unstable on the inside. My hands raise to place atop the sides of my head on my temples remaining clammy and numb. This gown I wear is torn and stained with memories. The lost, lonely soul with not a trace of anyone to care—That child wandering that barren planet for shelter.
"This child is not my concern! I wasn't the one who wanted it in the first place!" The man scolded the fallen woman.
"DON'T!"
His hand went to strike her again but a sudden energy prevented him from doing so. The child knelt with its hands outstretched towards the face of the figure that was about to strike. His head snapped back as his body flew backwards. The back of the man's head hit against the ground followed by his backside. What was once the offensive positioning now lay skid some distance across the earth that lay beneath with a yell of surprise.
"Don't you ever hurt her again!"
"What did you do to him?" The woman scolded the child while her hands placed against the ground to lift her head.
"Mama, he was going to hit you again! I couldn't let that—"
"Shut up! Don't you ever do that again! Do you hear me?"
"But mama!" Her words were not heard, and the figure of her mother lunged forward to strike her. The marks on her face were a bright crimson, but nothing compared to the cuts and bruises on the woman.
His figure advanced towards the two again not seeming to pay attention to the child any longer. His main focus was the woman that lay upon the ground. A hand clenched to a tight fist as he began to lunge for the older female's throat.
"MAMA!"
—
"He's gone..." The woman trailed in a voice of pain as tears glided down her face. "He left me alone...HE LEFT ME ALONE!" She broke down into painful sobs of anger, hurt and sadness—Angst.
"Mama don't cry. I'm here." She pulled the child close to her as she looked sternly into her eyes.
I am the light.
"Listen to me...and listen closely..." She began while forcing the tears back.
I am the darkness.
"This power that has been given to you, it wasn't an accident. It wasn't a choice..."
I am strength.
"It is the gift that was given to you at birth. It is something beyond our control, but you have the power to yield it, to strengthen it, to do something...great..."
I am power.
"You will do great things..."
I am...
She reached to her pocket pulling out something -- Something metal, something sharp. She kept it behind her back for the moment. "Remember who you are." Her hand pushed the child away and at that very moment she brought the object forcefully to her throat. Her eyes drew blank and her mouth parted. A trail of crimson trickled down from her mouth as she cracked her last words. "Galaxia..." The woman that once stood on her knees fell to the cold ground as the trail became a river.
She was weak, but sometimes I wonder if I am just as weak. At times I wish to end my life as well, wallowing in this hell I call "living," but I know better. I know that once I accomplish my goal, all of my past will be obsolete! The troubles I went through won't matter anymore. I will finally fill that damned hole in my life I have been trying to fill.
