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The Lie Told for the Queen

Serena walked down the sidewalk with graceful steps. Her face was serene, clouded as if in deep thought. Then suddenly, she gave her head a shake, and her step changed to one of graceful beauty to one of jagged roughness.

/Remember Serena, / she berated herself, /klutzy steps, just like Queen Serenity told you too. /

For the past two years, ever sense Luna had awakened her ability to change into Sailor Moon; she had been having dreams from a woman who she had come to know as Queen Serenity.

~Flashback~

It was the day after she discovered that she was Sailor Moon. All day her hands shook with confusion and fear of things to come from her latest discovery. A time for sleep and dreams neared, she felt increasingly nervous. It was as if a sixth sense had surrounded her being. A feeling of hope, the knowledge that a great discovery was soon to be acknowledged. Sure enough, when the lights were turned off, and her eyes drifted closed, a presence that was foreign, yet familiar filled her soul.

"Dearest Serena, you have found your destiny at last," said a voice that was rich and fluid.

"Who's there? What do you want?" Serena looked around at her surroundings. She was in a place that was filled with white. Held up by pillars wrapped with crimson roses, she was reminded of a palace.

She heard footsteps behind her, and spun around, not knowing exactly what to expect. What she saw was so lovely, so extraordinarily perfect in every way. Sliver hair separated into two ponytails, wrapped into two perfect buns at the top of her head. She held the sense of youth, yet her eyes told the story of millennia of hardship and disaster. Ice blue eyes encased in a face so beautiful, all creatures, great and small would not be able to resist bowing down to her magnificence.

"Serena, dear, trust me when I say that I am a friend. Listen child, you must know that you are different than the ordinary person. You are in fact extraordinary in your ways. You have powers that mortals can only fathom to dream about."

Serena bowed her head. This woman, this vision of beauty knew of her powers. "Yes, exalted one. I do have powers that have exceeded even my wildest dreams."

"Serena, all your life you have known that there was something different about you. You are a brilliant person, blessed with the impeccable ability to learn. You have always taken your steps with the grace of a swan on ice, floating on the wings of divine beauty. Serena, now that you hold these powers within your soul, they will be multiplied within a ten fold, but my dear Serena, you must not tell a soul of your remarkable traits. If you do, thing shall pass that mustn't pass within this time period. Promise me love, promise me that you will not tell anyone of your gifts until you fell the that the time is right, fell it with your bones and your blood."

Serena listened to all of this with a calm that she didn't know as inside her. When asked for the promise, she gave it without a flinch. Nobody knew about her so-called brilliance, and if she had it her way, no one ever would.

The woman walked towards her with a smile on her face. Serena was surprised when she captured her in a motherly embrace.

"We will meat again, Serena, in your dreams."

Then she woke up, mind reeling with all that she had been told.

~End Flashback~

Serena remembered the first night with Her Highness clearly. She had kept to her word, and had never told anyone of her mind's gifts. Almost every night the queen visited her, sometimes giving her advice, or sometimes just listening to her, talking with her.

She wove her way through the crowd of people, dodging them expertly, turning her dancer's grace into a show of klutziness that surpassed an infant's.

Suddenly, she ran headlong into someone, causing them to crash into a huddled heap of tangled arms and legs. Serena attempted to get up, but found that she was pinned to the ground by a person. A male person.

"Meatball head, you've done it again, haven't you."

"Jerk; get off of me NOW!"

"Whatever you say meatball head, whatever you say," Darien muttered as he pulled himself off Serena.

"My name is Serena you jerk."

He chuckled.

Serena gave up, and continued on her way to the arcade.

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Azurian Dreamer