[Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon and all its characters are property of Naoko Takeuchi, not me. However, the Zodiac Senshi are of my creation within the world of Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon.
Prologue
From far away, the soldiers' war of old,
A realm of silver, a kingdom of gold.
Watched over by nine guardians,
Whose observance did not fail,
This vast expanse of universe
Does dare tell yet another tale.
A story of twelve, hand-picked by fate,
A new legend does their power create.
Through time and time alone
Will the scribe of history tend,
The seeds of revolution, when sown,
Will grow from life's start 'till beyond life's end.
The lion, which so fiercely roars,
The phoenix, which so passionately soars.
The archer, whose arrows pierce the sky,
The new life whose spring shall never dry.
The maiden, perfection is that she wears,
The crab, empathy is that which she bares.
The bull, whose touch to which nature lends,
The divine judgment at which an era ends.
The fish, who swim to left and right,
The goat, with the earth who serves as her might.
The twins, whose wits have trumped all,
The will in which continuity calls.
Each imbued with their own power,
Do but uphold the peace,
And while the darkness may grow,
The light within it sleeps.
So the prophecy read, at least as Shani remembered it. The life, the judgment, and the will... She thought, curled in a fetal position within her chamber. The tiny pixie, no larger than one's hand from heel to the tip of the middle finger, floated in a sort of suspension, perfectly centered within the clear, glassy lotus-shaped containment. Her hair floated behind her, gently curled at the ends so that it seemed to twist like certain kinds of bread, a gleaming deep magenta, which extra emphasis on the purple within the color. Her clothing consisted of a heavily embroidered bodice which reached to the end of her ribcage, was almost backless, and tied together with two interlacing ribbons, in a deep crimson color, reminiscent of certain kinds of wine. She wore a separate skirt in the same color, with silver embroidery on the hem in the patterns of the twelve signs of the zodiac: Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Virgo, Libra, Scorpio, Saggitarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces. Wrapped around her arms was a translucent sash in a slightly lighter shade of the red that she wore, with small tassels of silver sewn onto the ends and the same patterning on her hem on the sash. A small tinkling of intricate ornaments on her head could be heard as her deep emerald eyes fluttered open, as she then rubbed them gently with the backs of her hands, whose arms were adorned with bangles of silver and gold. How long have I been dormant? She wondered, as she pressed her hands against the glassy barrier separating her from the outside world, a pair of translucent rose pink wings fluttering open as if to free themselves for the first time in many a year. Where am I? Gazing upwards, a modern-day bedroom greeted her, the walls painted a certain off-white. Turning to the right, she saw pictures of a hazel-eyed girl with hair that reminded her of flames. Flames...could it be?
"I'm home!" The call came from the other side of the door...
