To the Reader:
The following tale does not take place in any specific time period. In the tale, customs, traditions, dialects and fashions have been borrowed from various cultures and historical periods, adding up to an imaginary world that I have created.
This world is pure fiction, as well are the names of any places or characters other than the ones belonging to Sailor Moon. In case of any name or place being real, it is purely coincidental.
I write this note because certain events and character types will be introduced later in the fiction, of which I must assure you, are of my own imagination.
The following tale is not for the lighthearted. You have been forewarned.
Please enjoy.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.
To the Reader:
Here is the prologue... once again! To my dismay, fanfiction.net deleted this story (I believe because of an author note), so I am now reposting and planning to remain much more faithful to this story than I have been in the past, meaning more updates!
Please help me out! I'm pretty bitter that my story was deleted, along with the reviews. No, I'm not being a review hog (well, maybe a little!)... but I did and still do cherish the comments that were made concerning the story. Therefore, I can only ask for readers to REVIEW, REVIEW, AND REVIEW! Please! As much as I am writing this story for myself, reviews let me know that people are still interested in reading what I write! Whether the review is good or bad, I'd love to read it! Thank you.
Start Prologue.
In a dark room with no candles lit, moonlight shone through a brilliant crystal-cut glass window, casting light into the darkest corner of the room. The light danced an eerie dance with the tree branches outside, casting arbitrary shadows that flickered across the dark corner. All the while, the light revealed something in the corner. The something shook. The something sobbed. The something, was a woman.
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The pain surged through her veins. It was as if there had been a dam, and the pain had finally built up to the point that it was able to break through the restraints. It coursed violently throughout her entire body, reaching every vein, every limb that existed. Every hit, every slap, every thrust, she cried. Her body shuddered, and surrendered. And as always, he left her, body limp, cold, on the floor.
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The ballroom was filled with laughter. Happiness and joy flew from all four corners of the room. The music played, the dancers danced, the women gossiped, and the men drank. But one stood out from the rest. Everyone was happy, except her.
She wasn't a raved-about beauty, but neither was she plain. In fact, she was far from both. She was different from the other women of her time. She emitted a sense of pure beauty, so serene, so fragile, that no one could quite place his or her finger on it. She stood 5 feet 3 inches, average for the women of her time. Her hair was a light, slivery, blonde waterfall cascading from her head down past her small waist. Her voice was a song. Her figure was perfect; her features were flawless. It was her eyes; those crystal-clear blue eyes that attracted men the most. The wick inside those eyes danced about, emitting purity and serenity. She had been a goddess in her time, but her candle had blown out. The wicks in her eyes had been drowned in a hot wax.
He was a god, perhaps Adonis himself. His black ebony hair matched his dark, blue orbs and darkly, tanned face. He stood 5 feet 11 inches. Every inch of his body was muscle. Perhaps magic had felt like working its way on one of the classic Greek statues, because if it had, the result was this man. He was perfection itself. Every movement he made, every step he took, resounded his powerful, godly aurora. His name was Endymion, and he was a man. The closest any man would ever come to looking and being like a god.
Society talked about them. The perfect couple. Black and white. So different, yet so alike. One's flaws complimented the other's. Endymion and Serenity. Everyone spoke of their perfect marriage and their perfect life. It was a fairy tale, for the public.
End Prologue.
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