Calling Grace
Upon rising again from the ashes, a darker journey awaits. And behind the scenes of every story lurks something much, much bigger.
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. The characters and writing are mine. The chapter title quotes belong to whoever said them. Got that down? Good.
Author's Notes: This is the second part of the Andromeda duology, the first part being Chained Maiden. It was originally titled Freed Princess and was begun mere hours after finishing CM because my brain was being cruel. D: The naming conventions of this story are quite different from the first. I hope that doesn't bother anyone too much; I figured the sequel is so different I could get away with a new way of titling. This story begins at the beginning of January, about 2 months after the end of CM.
If you haven't read CM, you really need to read it or else you're gonna be hopelessly confused.
Enjoy!
Prelude
"Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow."
-Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Light dance gently on the snow as the Sun rose. The neighborhood was covered in soft drifts, the streets blanketed heavily and unmarred by tire tracks or footprints. A gentle flurry of flakes was dancing in the cold gray air still. Not many were awake in their homes.
In one home, a 17 year old brown-haired girl wrapped a sweater tightly around herself as she watched the news. Across the bottom of the screen scrolled a list of school cancellations. Among them was listed Davenport Community Schools. She smiled slightly to herself. That meant a day off.
Meanwhile, outside, and orange-haired girl stood at the eastern end of the street, clutching a carrying bag and holding her coat tight around her frame as she fought through the snow. She looked down the street, then willed herself to look away.
At the street's western end stood a woman with wiry strawberry-blonde hair and light gray eyes. Dressed warmly in white and black, she held a slim book in her gloved hands. Looking down the street, the woman could not see the girl, but she knew that she was there.
Two voices whispered, at the same time, "she's back."