Well, here's a short prologue :) Enjoy. Note: I don't own anything but the story line, please review, then I know whether to continue.
Prologue - The Past Is The Future?
The fog grew thick and grey, clouding her vision, and yet, she could still sense it. Something was wrong. Her movement was restricted, her hearing impaired. The more she thought about this, the more her mind whirled. Suddenly, everything cleared and she was there again. She looked herself up and down; it was the same as ever. She was still sat in the same stone chair. The same white dress with golden trimmings still fell to the floor. Her long crystal white hair was still in neat buns and draped to her ankles. The room was still dimly lit with that soft golden touch. And yes, they were still all there, in front of her, kneeling, and she knew what was about to happen.
All stood to attention in front of her. Emotion swirled through her body, her veins, even her very soul. Anger, hate, fear and surprisingly pity.
Black clouds began swirling around their ankles, curving through them then rising up and disappearing through the black canvas of a ceiling above. When all had vanished, there in its place stood most terrifying creatures. Their gnarled and twisted grotty bodies squirming. A foul stench wafted through the chamber. The girl eyed them nervously, waiting, before a huge lightning bolt struck and ground in front of her. In its wake stood a tall, handsome young man. Only a few years older than the girl herself. The girl, hope gleaming in her teary eyes, held out her hand in longing. He glimpsed at it, and then pierced her with his cold, hard, dead stare. She could no longer see life, just evil and darkness that could rival that of the halls of hell itself. Withdrawing her hand she straightened her back. "Princess! The time has come! Give it up now, resistance is futile! Hand it over and I will ensure your death is quick and painless. Why live anyway? You have non left, your subjects gave their souls to live and now look what has become of them!" The man cried in a deep booming voice gesturing to the creatures behind him. The princess glanced at them with a look of deep sorrow then back to the man. She could feel tears welling up but fiercely fought them back.
"You refuse? Very well! On you head be it, literally! TAKE HER! RETRIEVE THE CRYSTAL!" He screamed at the foul, degraded creatures that began running towards the princess. Her back suddenly stiffened, then relaxed. Eight beams of different coloured light sprang up around her forming a barrier. The creatures hit this and recoiled in shock, shrieking in pain. A surprised expression spread over the man's face but lingered only for a few seconds. "I should have known," he whispered, whilst the princess simply continued to stare. The man started forward but stopped suddenly.
"Mercury Eternal Power!"
"Mars Eternal Power!"
"Jupiter Eternal Power!"
"Venus Eternal Power!"
"Pluto Eternal Power!"
"Neptune Eternal Power!"
"Uranus Eternal Power!"
"Saturn Eternal Power!"
These voices rang out and echoed through the chamber. A circular platform rose up around the chair in which the princess sat. In place of where each bright light had been stood a pretty sailor suited warrior, each with their own assigned colours matching the light they represented. All of them looked up from the floor and linked hands. The princess stood.
"Serenity! You cannot fool me! I know you! You are scared! You're chained!" The armoured man declared. Of course he spoke the truth but he was not about to be shown this fear.
Each of the warriors spoke in turn,
"NO! You are the one chained down! By your own miseries!"
"Shame!"
"Isolation!"
"Doubts!"
"Nightmares!"
"Guilt!"
"Fears!"
"Chained down by your own hate!"
The man simply shook his head then laughed a cold laugh and drew his sword.
"Oh Great Crystal Moon! Grant me the power!" He roared and thrust his sword into the air. It turned blood red and gave of a slight eerie glow. Running forward he leaped at the barrier and drove his sword straight through it, the warriors separated and fell to the ground in silent scream, bruised from just one blow. 'Fate had been so cruel' thought the princess 'was this truly what we were re-born for?' perhaps it was. Was there no hope left?
She could remember the first time as clear as if it had only just happened. Her, that woman, Beryl. He was murdered by her, trying to protect the princess, his love. That horrifying day, the bloody massacre, seeing all those she loved fall one by one upon the steps of the palace. She remembered the cold hilt of the blade as she reached for it, the sudden pain when she drove it into her stomach, the soothing trickle of warm blood seeping from the wound. She remembered hitting the ground right next to him, remembered her last breath and her last view of her once beautiful home in turmoil.
Was this to happen once more? All because of her and the burdens she carried? She began to walk towards the man, an arm outstretched. The man held the swords tip down and walked towards her, a smile spread across her face. Then he suddenly drew his sword and sliced her hand from the bottom of her thumb to the bottom of her little finger, piercing her soft, gentle, pale skin. Blood splattered in tiny droplets onto the crystal smooth floor. She let out a small whimper and drew back her hand quickly clutching her wrist to her breast. The eight warriors ran to her and blocked the man from her path. A girl with short blue hair dressed in both light and dark blue stepped forward "Mercury Aqua Rhapsody!"
A water harp appeared and shot magical water out at the man but he simply brushed it aside then threw his sword towards the princess. An ebony haired girl of about twelve, dressed in purple and a very deep maroon, leapt in front of it and shouted "Saturn Silence Shield!" Holding up her Silence Glaive she formed a barrier and the sword bounced off it. The man leaped forward and caught it just in time.
"Now it's my turn!" He whispered and snapped his fingers. A clown-like creature rose out of the floor knocking the princess forward, then shooting out vine-like ropes from its breast-plate that clasped the her legs and feet together, snaked round her arms, winded around her stomach and pulling her back so the creature could take a proper hold of her. It grabbed one wrist and one elbow before flower petals encircled them. Princess Serenity began screaming as the pain coursed through her body sucking away her precious life energy. This had taken the warriors completely off guard. They turned only to find the same thing being done to them. The man looked at Serenity, fascinated, and then caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were full of pity and sympathy. How could this be? He expected fear! There was something about her that made him stop and think. He could see the warriors fading fast but she was still holding out, still strong.
After several minuets the warriors were almost starved off all their energy only three still remained conscious. One looked up at the Princess in admiration, a waist-length, and raven-haired girl, dressed in red and purple "Princess forgive us."
"We could not protect you," said a brunette in green and pink.
"We have failed," Proclaimed a blond girl dressed in blue and orange.
In that moment all three gave up and slipped away. Within sixty seconds the other five had given up on life too, all eight warriors were dead. They were released and clattered to the floor, limp. Only the princess remained. 'How dare she survive this long? Still with that glint in her eyes!' The man thought, seething. He snapped his fingers once more and the clown released the Princess. It disappeared back to where it had come from and she fell forward. The man caught her by the neck and lifted her up high; she couldn't even touch the floor. "You dare survive and look at me with sympathy? I will choke it out of you!" He cried and squeezed harder around her neck, but she was persistent. He grew angrier and threw her against a wall. He would show her pain, he would never have her look at him like that again; he would finish the job there and then.
He drew his sword once more, it had returned to its original black state. The princess rolled over on the floor to face him again. He held his sword high above his head and struck. But just before he did Princess Serenity lifted her head and before it fell back to the ground she uttered a word that was almost too faint to hear "Endymion."
Japan's Arc Angel
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