Disclaimer: I can't believe you thought I owned Sailor Moon! You're
joking, right? 'Cause the only things I own at the moment are a cat and
a few dollars. *sigh* Maybe someday I'll get lucky. Anyway, back to the
disclaimer. Incase you were wondering, I don't own Dragonflight (the
novel this fic is based on) either. I think Anne McCaffrey does, but,
to tell you the truth, I'm not sure.
Author's Notes: This is the prologue, so it'll probably just be about
how Serenity becomes a drudge / servant / whatever. It'll be much
shorter than all the other chapters (I hope), so don't give up on me
too soon!
Youmas are no longer bad in this fic. They're low, but brave and
friendly, descendants of the mighty dragons. They're all scaly, and
they all look pretty mich the same, 'cept for colour.
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It was a cool Winter's morning. A sense of quiet had somehow descended
down during the night; not even the Youma stirred.
Circling above the heights of the castle was a great golden dragon. On
its back sat a small female figure, watching expectantly for the scene
she knew would unfold before her. Golden hair swirled around her
fragile face, giving the appearance of a cracked mirror. Beyond this,
however, she was very beautiful.
On the ground, a cry of terror filled the air. A small girl, no older
than eleven, ran out of the main entrance, and into the Youma's dank
lair. This in itself was unusual, for people, in those days, didn't
much associate with the fierce guardians of royalty.
Angry shouts suddenly filled the air. Men, three hundred or so, swarmed
the gates, forcing them open. Leading them was a woman of medium hight.
She didn't look at all fierce, not like the others. Instead, a greedy
smirk played upon her lips, and she laughed. This in itself was more
frightening than anything else, for what humor could be found in war?
The army entered the castle. Nothing could be seen in their leaders
manner, except, perhaps, impatience. No-one one saw the young girl, and
no-one cared, for their target was the kingdom itself.
The castle, finally awakening, attacked at full force. They were,
however, completely unprepared, and so defeated easily. Blood stained
the ground, but to all those alive, it was an unimportant detail. They
had what they wanted.
Again, the child escaped notice, and, in doing so, ensured Queen
Beryl's death. She watched the scene with hatred in her eyes. They had
killed her family, taken away everything she had ever loved or owned.
For that they would pay. They were the first people to ever make
her cry.
Up in the sky, the dragon turned, and disappeared, supporting on its
back the fainting form of the ruler of Earth, who was once a young girl.
A young girl whose home had been cruelly destroyed by a woman named
Beryl. A young girl who had just relived her parents' death.
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The actual chapters'll be a lot interesting. Hopefully. The next one'll be
about how, five years later, she works as a slave for he so-called Queen
Beryl, and how she gets rescued by the dashing Endymion . . . you've
probably guessed who the girl is . . . Serenity! Duh!