Hey-lo! Please give this, my new series, a try. It should move along a bit
slower than ASC and it will be a few parts long. The cast is HUGE and
strange, so please e-mail if things get confusing for you. Anyway, on with
the story!
__________
Sailor Senshi Chronicles
Part I: The Revelation
Prolouge
"Starting Places."
__________
Rubeus's scream of Esmeruade's name ended quickly as his ship blew up, the
fire streaching out for miles after miles in the vacum of space.
----------
A young woman in the suburbs of L.A., California snapped her head up, her
eyes staring up in the sky. A blurry, white light could be seen way up there.
A spasm of some strange sort ran through her body, making her gasp slightly.
"Whoah," she breathed as soon as the tremor passed. "That was weird..."
As she continued on her way, she looked up once again at the light in
the sky. Unbeknowest to her, as she studying the dieing light, her eyes
flickered in color to a bright, shining green...
----------
Sapphiru took the blow shooting towards him, not moving away, trying to tell
his brother what was really going on. His cries were silenced quickly by Wise
Man.
----------
In a small, rural town in Texas, a grease-covered mechanic dropped the engine
piece she had been about to reatach to the red corvette in front of her. The
piece broke on contact with the ground.
"HEY!!"
The shout came from a man coming out of a room labled 'office'. "What
do you think you're doing?!" he yelled. "That's gonna come out of your
salary, girl!"
She did not move. She stood frozen in her place, her eyes staring in
the empty space in front of her.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he said, rearing back to deliver a slap to
her face. He got only a few inches to her head before he found himself on his
back on the ground, the arm that he had attempted to strike her with was held
between the girl's surprisingly strong arms. She sat, one leg crossing over
his shoulder holding him down. Her eyes glared at him.
"I told you that if you TOUCH me again I will KILL you, lecher!!" she
screamed, bearing her teeth. She bent his arm at an odd angle, a sickening
'snap' sounding. She got off him and stormed off, ignoring the stares of the
few people around her and the yells of pain the man let out.
----------
The full moon's light fell gently on a solitary form, sitting on top of the
two-story house. The wind breezed through the shoulder leangth brown and
blonde hair, filling the light jackect that wrapped around their medium frame
against the chilling night air. Below them, in the back yard that took up
only part of the two acred land, a dog barked. Down the street, another dog
barked and growled in response. Eyes lowering to the first dog, they smiled,
whispsering, "It's only me, Buddy. Calm down." The dog immediately began to
wag his long tail quickly, yapping and jumping, wanting to reach its master.
A small smile split the master's face. Yet this smile was in sadness.
They brought up their legs, hugging their knees to them. Their eyes fell on a
piece of paper in front of them on the roof. A letter they had recieved
earlier. Their eyes could still make out the fine printing that had changed
their life.
"We will gladly accept you into out fine college."
Classess started in four months, plenty of time to pack and get things
ready, yet the person could not help but feel as if they shouldn't be going
to college. They should be going elsewhere.
"Guess th' guys were right," they sighed, they slight accent showing
their southern heritage. "I'm a dreamer. Like I coulda got th' money ta go
there." They sighed, leaning back against the cold roof. Their trained eyes
searched the stars in the sky.
"Cancer," they mumbled automatically, "Cassiopia." They continue
listing the constellations they saw. "Pegusas, Orion." They paused, frowning,
unable to find their favorite constellation. "Where are ya..." Finally they
found it, smiling triumphantly. "Draco, though ya could fine from me? Ha!
Yeah right!" Having finshed the official constellations, they began on their
own, unique ones.
"Phebos," the one resembling two birds, "Magellun," the one that looked
like a large heart, "Marina," an iceberg, "Io," a lightening bolt,
"Serenitus," the angel shaped constellation, finishing their list.
"'Least I can find my way home if I get lost," they mused.
"Still....would'va been fun ta go there....I wonder what it's like...livin'
in Japan..."
----------
In the cover of darkness, a group of people swept across the streets of Tokyo
on their own selected vehicles; some on skateboards, some on rollerblades,
ect. Only one was on a bike, their leader.
As they made their way through the night, they talked about mundane
things back and forth. Only the leader did not speak. They moved in silence,
their mind elsewhere.
Without warning, the leader came to a sudden stop, yanking the handle
to their bike to spin it around the way they came. The others stopped,
wondering what was going on.
"What's wrong, Chief?" one asked, cautiously coming closer.
Chief stared in the direction they had come in for a few seconds before
pedeling at a neckbreak speed, sending a quick signal to the others to go on.
Cheif rushed as fast as possible, dogding any obstructions in the way and
continuing on. They entered the woods and shifted to the right.
After going in deeper, they swerved to a stop, kicking up dust and
leaves. They leveled their gaze at the other standing in front of them. The
one studied them with his blue eyes momentarily before saying, "Do you know
who I am?"
Chief smirked. "'What's in a name'?"
The other laughed, their bright white hair moving slightly. "You
haven't changed a bit, have you?"
Chief shrugged.
"No, I can tell you haven't. Anyway, you need to find them, for she
will appear soon."
Chief blinked, confused.
"You'll rememeber when she does appear. And when that happens, find me.
Deal?"
Chief nodded and stuck out their hand. They shook hands, then went
their seperate ways, one taking the road, one taking the sky....
----------
The Threads of Time were moving at a faster pace than she had thought. Soon
they would gather, soon it would be told, soon....soon Sailor Pluto knew that
the truth of what happened thousand of years ago would be shown.
The question was...should she prevent it as she had been doing in the
past? Or let it flow?
She sighed, resting her head against the frame of the Gates as she
watched one perticular Thread moving through the Time Stream. This Thread was
somewhat faded in a few areas, showing signs of a very troubled life that had
almost ended too early upon several occasions, and it wound into several
others, some going off on their own after a time of connection, some ending
all together. The Thread led a troubled life indeed. One that was frequent in
fighting and blood shed. And death. Death was the most common.
Pluto refused to raise her hand towards it, though she wanted to,
though she yearned to. Strange that even after almost a three milliena, she
still wanted to touch this Thread, to guide it on the right course--
'The 'right course' did this! The 'right course' is the reason for all
this death and pain, Pluto!!'
Pluto flinched at the memory, her left cheek stinging as well. Maybe
memories were good for something after all. They kept her from interferring
with the mortals as much as she had in the past. If only she had had more
self-controll back then, if only she let things play out for themselves.
There were so many 'if-only's. And she had gone through all of them too
many times. Nothing could be done to change things now. It was too late.
And it was time for the truth to be known.
Pluto's red eyes moved to study the Threads that wound into her own,
smiling slightly at them. They might be angry at her at first, but she knew
them well enough now that they would forgive her sooner or later. Still,
should she stop it? There might be a better time in which--
A small light caught her attention. One of the Threads was moving,
closer to the others around Pluto's. The point of no return. Everything was
set. She did not stop it in time. Now she had to make sure things went as
best as they could.
Her eyes once again strayed to the Thread she so much wanted to touch,
wanted to change. Wanted to help. But she could not. She steeled herself
against the temptation, one hand clinging to the frame of the Gates, the
other hanging at her side. She turned, walking one step only as the Gates
shut behind her and she stepped back, leaning against the solid doors.
She did not reach up to wipe the tears from her face. She only stood,
weeping softly to the void around her, "Gomen nesai...."
__________
Thank you very much for reading this! Please stay with me!
-Anaconda-
slower than ASC and it will be a few parts long. The cast is HUGE and
strange, so please e-mail if things get confusing for you. Anyway, on with
the story!
__________
Sailor Senshi Chronicles
Part I: The Revelation
Prolouge
"Starting Places."
__________
Rubeus's scream of Esmeruade's name ended quickly as his ship blew up, the
fire streaching out for miles after miles in the vacum of space.
----------
A young woman in the suburbs of L.A., California snapped her head up, her
eyes staring up in the sky. A blurry, white light could be seen way up there.
A spasm of some strange sort ran through her body, making her gasp slightly.
"Whoah," she breathed as soon as the tremor passed. "That was weird..."
As she continued on her way, she looked up once again at the light in
the sky. Unbeknowest to her, as she studying the dieing light, her eyes
flickered in color to a bright, shining green...
----------
Sapphiru took the blow shooting towards him, not moving away, trying to tell
his brother what was really going on. His cries were silenced quickly by Wise
Man.
----------
In a small, rural town in Texas, a grease-covered mechanic dropped the engine
piece she had been about to reatach to the red corvette in front of her. The
piece broke on contact with the ground.
"HEY!!"
The shout came from a man coming out of a room labled 'office'. "What
do you think you're doing?!" he yelled. "That's gonna come out of your
salary, girl!"
She did not move. She stood frozen in her place, her eyes staring in
the empty space in front of her.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!" he said, rearing back to deliver a slap to
her face. He got only a few inches to her head before he found himself on his
back on the ground, the arm that he had attempted to strike her with was held
between the girl's surprisingly strong arms. She sat, one leg crossing over
his shoulder holding him down. Her eyes glared at him.
"I told you that if you TOUCH me again I will KILL you, lecher!!" she
screamed, bearing her teeth. She bent his arm at an odd angle, a sickening
'snap' sounding. She got off him and stormed off, ignoring the stares of the
few people around her and the yells of pain the man let out.
----------
The full moon's light fell gently on a solitary form, sitting on top of the
two-story house. The wind breezed through the shoulder leangth brown and
blonde hair, filling the light jackect that wrapped around their medium frame
against the chilling night air. Below them, in the back yard that took up
only part of the two acred land, a dog barked. Down the street, another dog
barked and growled in response. Eyes lowering to the first dog, they smiled,
whispsering, "It's only me, Buddy. Calm down." The dog immediately began to
wag his long tail quickly, yapping and jumping, wanting to reach its master.
A small smile split the master's face. Yet this smile was in sadness.
They brought up their legs, hugging their knees to them. Their eyes fell on a
piece of paper in front of them on the roof. A letter they had recieved
earlier. Their eyes could still make out the fine printing that had changed
their life.
"We will gladly accept you into out fine college."
Classess started in four months, plenty of time to pack and get things
ready, yet the person could not help but feel as if they shouldn't be going
to college. They should be going elsewhere.
"Guess th' guys were right," they sighed, they slight accent showing
their southern heritage. "I'm a dreamer. Like I coulda got th' money ta go
there." They sighed, leaning back against the cold roof. Their trained eyes
searched the stars in the sky.
"Cancer," they mumbled automatically, "Cassiopia." They continue
listing the constellations they saw. "Pegusas, Orion." They paused, frowning,
unable to find their favorite constellation. "Where are ya..." Finally they
found it, smiling triumphantly. "Draco, though ya could fine from me? Ha!
Yeah right!" Having finshed the official constellations, they began on their
own, unique ones.
"Phebos," the one resembling two birds, "Magellun," the one that looked
like a large heart, "Marina," an iceberg, "Io," a lightening bolt,
"Serenitus," the angel shaped constellation, finishing their list.
"'Least I can find my way home if I get lost," they mused.
"Still....would'va been fun ta go there....I wonder what it's like...livin'
in Japan..."
----------
In the cover of darkness, a group of people swept across the streets of Tokyo
on their own selected vehicles; some on skateboards, some on rollerblades,
ect. Only one was on a bike, their leader.
As they made their way through the night, they talked about mundane
things back and forth. Only the leader did not speak. They moved in silence,
their mind elsewhere.
Without warning, the leader came to a sudden stop, yanking the handle
to their bike to spin it around the way they came. The others stopped,
wondering what was going on.
"What's wrong, Chief?" one asked, cautiously coming closer.
Chief stared in the direction they had come in for a few seconds before
pedeling at a neckbreak speed, sending a quick signal to the others to go on.
Cheif rushed as fast as possible, dogding any obstructions in the way and
continuing on. They entered the woods and shifted to the right.
After going in deeper, they swerved to a stop, kicking up dust and
leaves. They leveled their gaze at the other standing in front of them. The
one studied them with his blue eyes momentarily before saying, "Do you know
who I am?"
Chief smirked. "'What's in a name'?"
The other laughed, their bright white hair moving slightly. "You
haven't changed a bit, have you?"
Chief shrugged.
"No, I can tell you haven't. Anyway, you need to find them, for she
will appear soon."
Chief blinked, confused.
"You'll rememeber when she does appear. And when that happens, find me.
Deal?"
Chief nodded and stuck out their hand. They shook hands, then went
their seperate ways, one taking the road, one taking the sky....
----------
The Threads of Time were moving at a faster pace than she had thought. Soon
they would gather, soon it would be told, soon....soon Sailor Pluto knew that
the truth of what happened thousand of years ago would be shown.
The question was...should she prevent it as she had been doing in the
past? Or let it flow?
She sighed, resting her head against the frame of the Gates as she
watched one perticular Thread moving through the Time Stream. This Thread was
somewhat faded in a few areas, showing signs of a very troubled life that had
almost ended too early upon several occasions, and it wound into several
others, some going off on their own after a time of connection, some ending
all together. The Thread led a troubled life indeed. One that was frequent in
fighting and blood shed. And death. Death was the most common.
Pluto refused to raise her hand towards it, though she wanted to,
though she yearned to. Strange that even after almost a three milliena, she
still wanted to touch this Thread, to guide it on the right course--
'The 'right course' did this! The 'right course' is the reason for all
this death and pain, Pluto!!'
Pluto flinched at the memory, her left cheek stinging as well. Maybe
memories were good for something after all. They kept her from interferring
with the mortals as much as she had in the past. If only she had had more
self-controll back then, if only she let things play out for themselves.
There were so many 'if-only's. And she had gone through all of them too
many times. Nothing could be done to change things now. It was too late.
And it was time for the truth to be known.
Pluto's red eyes moved to study the Threads that wound into her own,
smiling slightly at them. They might be angry at her at first, but she knew
them well enough now that they would forgive her sooner or later. Still,
should she stop it? There might be a better time in which--
A small light caught her attention. One of the Threads was moving,
closer to the others around Pluto's. The point of no return. Everything was
set. She did not stop it in time. Now she had to make sure things went as
best as they could.
Her eyes once again strayed to the Thread she so much wanted to touch,
wanted to change. Wanted to help. But she could not. She steeled herself
against the temptation, one hand clinging to the frame of the Gates, the
other hanging at her side. She turned, walking one step only as the Gates
shut behind her and she stepped back, leaning against the solid doors.
She did not reach up to wipe the tears from her face. She only stood,
weeping softly to the void around her, "Gomen nesai...."
__________
Thank you very much for reading this! Please stay with me!
-Anaconda-
