First, very very short prologue, anyone want me to continue? Note: I do not own Sailor Moon, but I do the actual story :)
Prologue
The Joy Of Lunar
As the wind whistled through the calm leaves Serenity could not have felt better. Peace was bliss. Who could have wanted anymore than what she had. Yet...looking around and seeing all that she had she'd give it away in a heartbeat. A princess in her own right she was indeed very grateful for everything. She loved her life... the great crystal palace in which she lived, with its flawless white walls and rolling ruby carpets, tapestries showing generations of her people, statues of her mother and ancestors; the gardens in which she would spend hours by the forests of trees, the apple orchards which made the sweetest of drinks and the fields of lush flowers.
As she sat by the fountain her fingers dipped into the cool water and she gently swilled her hand around and around gazing out towards the white walls encasing her inside a fiendish prison. She had often wondered of what lay beyond those walls but knew it would be so until she became Queen, and could finally glimpse upon the Moon Kingdom. There was not a chance that she could slip out and remain unnoticed, the small golden crescent mark upon her forehead would give her away instantly, a birthmark given to only those of royal blood. Any common citizen would recognise her immediately. And though her birthmark was natural any crescent mark upon another's body would have been branded. All people of the Moon were branded with a small silver crescent moon below their left eye. Not to mention that her clothes would definitely be of much higher standard than those living outside. A silky white dress of flowing material trailing the ground and now gently sweeping as the wind curled around her crystal clear glass shoes. "Great family of Lunar's, neh? It's not worth it." She whispered softly. Standing and gathering herself she swept down the path paved with colourless garnet and lined with the calming blue and white moonstone. As she reached the wall she held out her small hand and pressed it against the large oak door. She seemed so insignificant next to it, something so small; her hand was barely a knot in the wood. How unimportant she saw herself as being and how wrong she truly was.
Japan's Arc Angel
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