Hey guys! Just wanted to thank you first for reading this newly made fanfiction and also wanted to quickly state that I own NO Sailor Moon characters created by the lovely woman herself, Naoko Takeuchi. Also want to say that this is merely a prologue and that most chapters would be much longer then this one. It's merely to give my readers an idea of what this fanfiction is going to be about and where I wish to take it. Anyways, with all of that said, please enjoy the story!
[The Beginning]
Legends.
That would have been the perfect word to describe which was indescribable. Heroes born for another place and time, washed away from memories, and stayed locked away in mortal hearts. Fairy tales told to hopeful children as a method to teach them their rights and wrongs. Praying that the morals of these stories would rear them in the right direction, only to be slapped in the face as they grew up like every other adult who had given up on such dreams and fantasies. Yes, this is exactly what these brilliant and powerful women would fall under in this modern day and age. They were legends and legends are simply meant to be told and rarely heard...
It is heartbreaking. Heartbreaking to know that sacrifices were made for little reason. That no matter how good their intentions were, they left without knowing the true future their planet held. They would never believe that earth was now being attacked by a force none of them could have had power over. A force that didn't come from the depths of space, the hearts of stars, but deep within the minds of humanity. So deep, that even the humans themselves had no idea they were even being mislead. Now, young women, teenage girls were willingly giving up their values, their purity, for one night stands. They actually enjoyed letting go of the one thing they could never ask for back and did it with smiles. Men were quite happy with the change in virtue and happily took advantage of these vixens that laid at their feet. The term 'player' became world-wide and the guys wore the name proudly on their sleeves.
This is still only a small change that created the next era in morals and conduct. A lie was now nothing and just about anyone would agree. True friends became rare, since trust became thin. Relationships tolled more in divorce then actually working out successfully and big business's were only for the best who knew just how to 'bend the rules just right'.
Death's rose, break-ins happened on a regular basis, and real modesty was hard to find. This had become of the world those 'legends' tried so hard to protect. Gave their lives to protect. A sad moment, but true none the less.
However, every so often, one would hear of an incident where a person, be that male or female, stands up to these unforeseen demons. Where a person races inside a burning building to save a stranger locked inside or a random kid sticking up for a tormented child when no one else would. These souls hold a purity that darkness had yet to defile and it makes the mind wonder, how? How is it these strange people walk away from being 'one with the crowd' and instead follow down a path that most have forgotten? A road so mossed over that one would have to literally create their own trail and walk it possibly alone?
Perhaps then this world hasn't lost all hope yet? Maybe there is some ounce of light in this darkness that we all call home? If that were the case then maybe, just maybe these fantasies and dreams we all given up on at one time or another is still alive somewhere in the core of our minds and hearts? Just waiting, for someone to finally say, 'I see you, I know you are there, and it's time to come out.'
If that was the case then perhaps these legendary heroes were not all forgotten after all. Specks of what they did, what they stood for still lingered in human minds and now it is about time for those specks to explode into brilliant fireworks playing for all of Earth to see.
In saying this...Lets all get together in celebration and watch the lovely show.