Uh...title...mizu getting a little rickety now and then...::laughs
nervously as everyone else sweatdrops:: anywho, I've got a ficcie for
you guys. Yes, it's mizu at the extreme umm...angst? No, no...that's
not a way to classify it...ack, you'll get it when you read it.
Disclaimer: Sailor moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Me no own Sailor
Moon or Final Fantasy.
(click! You know where the title comes from now...) ^^;;
oh, if you're wondering, the thing itself is in Latin. Title means
fated children...or so I think... ^^;;
Oh, it's an alternate reality ficcie...sorta medieval-ish...or not
^^;;...also, my history is a little rusty... ^^;;
Liberi Fatali
==================
"Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec"
=================
The silvery light of the moon shone down onto the forest. It
filtered through whatever crevice it could find through the thick
canopy of the trees.
A group of people stood in a group, ranging from the very
youthful to the crippled elderly. Their faces were void of emotions,
as they stood there like cold marble bathed in the mystical light of
the silver orb above. They were all clothed alike, in pristine white
robes that frilled slightly in the soft night breezes.
Their mouths opened as they uttered an ancient language as old as
the forest itself. Quietly, they began to sing; voices were nothing
but mere whispers. A single woman stepped aside from the crowd. Her
face was a ghastly shade of white. Wrinkles folded upon wrinkles on
her brow. She was extremely thin; her wire-like arms pierced through
the white fabric of her gown like embroidering needles. However, there
was something about the woman that made people shudder, yet stare in
awe at the same time.
===================
"Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cunae non sunt"
Arise from your sleep, my children
Your cradles shall no longer exist
==================
"My children," she began, voice matching to that of a pack of
wolves at full cry. "Every forest starts from a single seed in a
desolate place," she said, voice radiating with wisdom. In fact, most
people recognized her as wisdom. Her face may have look vacant at
times, but her eyes, the window to her soul, were the true embodiment
of wisdom. She turned to another figure, hunched over a gnarled stick,
polished to an admirable shine. However, it was not the work of any
carpenter or workman, but by time itself.
As eternal as time itself, the band of white-robed figures kept
singing, their voices echoing into the darkest depths of the forest.
"I know. Our children have grown, haven't they, Sapentia?" He
grinned toothlessly and nodded at the elderly woman. He was growing
weak these days, however, through hope, his sister, Speculae, who stood
beside him, he was fueled with the will to live. He shuffled around on
the forest floor of leaves and twigs, deftly stepping away from tree
roots. If one would look at him from afar, he was rather peaceful.
"They have," agreed the wiry woman, Sapentia. "Pacalis,
although, we still need to worry. Humans are starting to know about
us. It isn't like it was millennia ago. Humans are starting to lose
hope."
Pacalis' sister, Speculae faltered slightly, however, the old
woman only smiled reassuringly to her.
The leaves rustled behind them. Speculae darted her eyes from
one end of their gathering area to the other. However, Sapentia,
wisdom, of course, already knew. Sapentia nodded to a youth at her
right subtly, telling her to attend to the intruder.
============
"Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus non eat."
Arise from your sleep, children of Fate
Abandon your cradles
============
Damnit! The dark haired intruder muttered silently. He had
shifted his foot and inadvertently made more noise than he had intended
to. He had heard tales in the village about the ancient lunar people.
He, a curious shepherd boy of eighteen. He had reached the epitome of
his inquisitive years. He, the person who told everyone that he would
not believe until he saw and examined facts for himself.
The inhabitants of his hometown believed in the lunar people and
their tales. However, they did not like their myths to be questioned.
It was part of their culture, and his too. So, he trampled out at
night to see for himself. Hearing the eerie chorus of voices singing
despairingly in the night seemed to peek at his curiosity, so he traced
the songs back to their singers.
Thankfully, the silver-bathed figured that sung their ancient
song seemed to not notice him. He was pondering about their origins
until two glistening eyes peeked at him through the surrounding
foliage.
The eyes blinked.
He blinked.
The eyes blinked again-twice.
He held his breath and inched away slowly. He never heard if
these "Lunars" were violent in their punishments or not, nor did he
want to find out. His hand grasped for the nearest object, which
happened to be a stick.
He rose from his bushy fortress and did the only thing he could
think of: he bolted.
The youth's eyes widened in surprise as she arose abruptly and
chased after him.
=======
"Surgite
Inventite hortum veritatis "
Arise
Discover the garden of Truth
=======
The shepherd boy ran swiftly through the familiar terrain of the
forest, skipping over large roots and rocks. He dared not to look
back, but just kept running through the towering trees above. They
looked imposing, reaching toward the dark blanket of night. He was so
caught up with the thought of trees that he nearly ran into one.
Halting, he caught his breath, satisfying his oxygen-starved lungs.
Suddenly, one of them, the Lunars walked from behind the tree
that he was leaning on. Her slender hand rested on the ancient
mahogany trunk. The shepherd boy stumbled backwards in surprise.
"No..." he murmured, being cornered into a huge tree.
However, the woman before him looked vacantly at him, and lifted
an arm, as if to reassure him. When he inched away even more, she
persisted and gave him a kind smile.
There was something about her eyes that entreated him to calm
down. Her gaze seemed to bring this soothing comfort about him; the
sort of comfort that would come to you as a child. She mirrored his
gaze with childlike innocence, her eyes glittering like the star-
speckled sky. She lifted an palm to brush his cheek. He felt the
featherlike strokes and for the first time, smiled back gently.
She pointed to herself and spoke a single word, however, the
shepherd couldn't quite understand. Instead, he decided to take the
initiative and introduced himself.
"Mamoru," he managed to say, their eyes never breaking contact.
Being with her seemed so...blissful...although, he couldn't quite
explain why.
"Ah," she nodded, her voice like calming ocean waves.
"Praesidis." She fingered one of her silver locks with a childlike
innocence. She knew that he couldn't understand her, however, both
shared this mutual language. A mere blink could say much between them.
They walked closely to each other further into the forest, simply
learning each other's gestures and habits. He tried to talk to her,
but she caught a few phrases now and then to get the gist of their
"conversation."
=======
"Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi"
Brilliant truth
Burn the heavens of evil
Burning truth
Set ablaze the heavens of darkness
=======
As they walked back, the choruses grew louder, at times becoming
almost frantic. However, a moment later, the voices would quiet.
Their song seemed to spell out history itself, stories of despair,
destruction, hope, love and joy.
Just as abruptly had their song had begun, it left, fading back
into the depths of time. The chorusing faded away, leaving only
whispers and then, eventual silence.
Mamoru paused. Even he couldn't hear the voices anymore. The
woman beside him paused in her tracks and tilted her head as if
listening to something. He took that moment to drink in the silver
vision before him.
She was a gorgeous sight indeed. Twin buns were mounted on her
head, that streamed down like two silver waterfalls. Her dress hugged
her lithe frame, as her skirts flowed down into a simple, frothy lace
hem.
She finally turned her head around to face him, looking
disappointed. She smiled again, as if to calm him, however, the smile
was more so for herself.
Then Mamoru knew the source of her distress. She had to leave,
and was saddened by the fact.
Another figure broke through the leafy foliage, white robes
contrasting greatly. It was Sapentia, the elder. Sapentia nodded
gravely to the woman next to Mamoru as she reluctantly accepted the
fact that she did not belong there.
"Wait, don't leave m-" Mamoru began, but was abruptly silenced
by her soft, pink petal lips. He was surprised at first, but made no
attempt to stop the experience. He never imagined that she could be so
soft! He closed his eyes to savor the experience. It was like making
direct contact with nature itself. An overwhelming feeling of
reassurance and tranquility filled him as he gazed at her through half-
lidded eyes. She was fading...
Her lips never left his as she disappeared, but when Mamoru
opened his eyes, there was no one there, save for himself. His little
sprite had disappeared. However, he wasn't really saddened by the
fact. He was still a washed with feelings of reassurance and
tranquility. He couldn't hear the song any more, nor did he hear the
voices.
He stood there until a medley of warm colors seeped into the
horizon and spread over the sky. However, he took no notice. He could
still picture the moon clearly in his mind, set in a dark blanket of
stars...star-speckled skies...her eyes...
Only one word approached his lips as he walked toward his home
and dawn.
"Serenity..." he whispered. A word-no, a woman, that he would
never forget.
===============
"Valete, liberi
Diebus fatalibus
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec"
Prevail, children
Fated day
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
==================
Sapentia - wisdom
Pacalis - peace
Speculae - hope
Praesidis - protector
No, I don't know Latin. I know absolutely *NOTHING* about Latin,
although, I do think it's an interesting language. In fact, all those
names and words, I got them from an online dictionary, so most likely,
they're wrong, but for the sake of names, let's just leave it be. If
anyone can give me the correct translations, I'll keep that in mind if
I ever decide to continue this story.
This ficcie was meant to be like the Greek myth of Selene and the
shepherd, Endymion, if you were wondering about Mamoru's choice of
occupation...
Oh, arigato storm-chan! ::hugs:: 'preciate your help! ^^;;
Anyway, feedback is really nice.
Tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
(hint! Hint!) ;)
mizu-chan
December 2, 2000
nervously as everyone else sweatdrops:: anywho, I've got a ficcie for
you guys. Yes, it's mizu at the extreme umm...angst? No, no...that's
not a way to classify it...ack, you'll get it when you read it.
Disclaimer: Sailor moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi. Me no own Sailor
Moon or Final Fantasy.
(click! You know where the title comes from now...) ^^;;
oh, if you're wondering, the thing itself is in Latin. Title means
fated children...or so I think... ^^;;
Oh, it's an alternate reality ficcie...sorta medieval-ish...or not
^^;;...also, my history is a little rusty... ^^;;
Liberi Fatali
==================
"Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec"
=================
The silvery light of the moon shone down onto the forest. It
filtered through whatever crevice it could find through the thick
canopy of the trees.
A group of people stood in a group, ranging from the very
youthful to the crippled elderly. Their faces were void of emotions,
as they stood there like cold marble bathed in the mystical light of
the silver orb above. They were all clothed alike, in pristine white
robes that frilled slightly in the soft night breezes.
Their mouths opened as they uttered an ancient language as old as
the forest itself. Quietly, they began to sing; voices were nothing
but mere whispers. A single woman stepped aside from the crowd. Her
face was a ghastly shade of white. Wrinkles folded upon wrinkles on
her brow. She was extremely thin; her wire-like arms pierced through
the white fabric of her gown like embroidering needles. However, there
was something about the woman that made people shudder, yet stare in
awe at the same time.
===================
"Excitate vos e somno, liberi mei
Cunae non sunt"
Arise from your sleep, my children
Your cradles shall no longer exist
==================
"My children," she began, voice matching to that of a pack of
wolves at full cry. "Every forest starts from a single seed in a
desolate place," she said, voice radiating with wisdom. In fact, most
people recognized her as wisdom. Her face may have look vacant at
times, but her eyes, the window to her soul, were the true embodiment
of wisdom. She turned to another figure, hunched over a gnarled stick,
polished to an admirable shine. However, it was not the work of any
carpenter or workman, but by time itself.
As eternal as time itself, the band of white-robed figures kept
singing, their voices echoing into the darkest depths of the forest.
"I know. Our children have grown, haven't they, Sapentia?" He
grinned toothlessly and nodded at the elderly woman. He was growing
weak these days, however, through hope, his sister, Speculae, who stood
beside him, he was fueled with the will to live. He shuffled around on
the forest floor of leaves and twigs, deftly stepping away from tree
roots. If one would look at him from afar, he was rather peaceful.
"They have," agreed the wiry woman, Sapentia. "Pacalis,
although, we still need to worry. Humans are starting to know about
us. It isn't like it was millennia ago. Humans are starting to lose
hope."
Pacalis' sister, Speculae faltered slightly, however, the old
woman only smiled reassuringly to her.
The leaves rustled behind them. Speculae darted her eyes from
one end of their gathering area to the other. However, Sapentia,
wisdom, of course, already knew. Sapentia nodded to a youth at her
right subtly, telling her to attend to the intruder.
============
"Excitate vos e somno, liberi fatali
Somnus non eat."
Arise from your sleep, children of Fate
Abandon your cradles
============
Damnit! The dark haired intruder muttered silently. He had
shifted his foot and inadvertently made more noise than he had intended
to. He had heard tales in the village about the ancient lunar people.
He, a curious shepherd boy of eighteen. He had reached the epitome of
his inquisitive years. He, the person who told everyone that he would
not believe until he saw and examined facts for himself.
The inhabitants of his hometown believed in the lunar people and
their tales. However, they did not like their myths to be questioned.
It was part of their culture, and his too. So, he trampled out at
night to see for himself. Hearing the eerie chorus of voices singing
despairingly in the night seemed to peek at his curiosity, so he traced
the songs back to their singers.
Thankfully, the silver-bathed figured that sung their ancient
song seemed to not notice him. He was pondering about their origins
until two glistening eyes peeked at him through the surrounding
foliage.
The eyes blinked.
He blinked.
The eyes blinked again-twice.
He held his breath and inched away slowly. He never heard if
these "Lunars" were violent in their punishments or not, nor did he
want to find out. His hand grasped for the nearest object, which
happened to be a stick.
He rose from his bushy fortress and did the only thing he could
think of: he bolted.
The youth's eyes widened in surprise as she arose abruptly and
chased after him.
=======
"Surgite
Inventite hortum veritatis "
Arise
Discover the garden of Truth
=======
The shepherd boy ran swiftly through the familiar terrain of the
forest, skipping over large roots and rocks. He dared not to look
back, but just kept running through the towering trees above. They
looked imposing, reaching toward the dark blanket of night. He was so
caught up with the thought of trees that he nearly ran into one.
Halting, he caught his breath, satisfying his oxygen-starved lungs.
Suddenly, one of them, the Lunars walked from behind the tree
that he was leaning on. Her slender hand rested on the ancient
mahogany trunk. The shepherd boy stumbled backwards in surprise.
"No..." he murmured, being cornered into a huge tree.
However, the woman before him looked vacantly at him, and lifted
an arm, as if to reassure him. When he inched away even more, she
persisted and gave him a kind smile.
There was something about her eyes that entreated him to calm
down. Her gaze seemed to bring this soothing comfort about him; the
sort of comfort that would come to you as a child. She mirrored his
gaze with childlike innocence, her eyes glittering like the star-
speckled sky. She lifted an palm to brush his cheek. He felt the
featherlike strokes and for the first time, smiled back gently.
She pointed to herself and spoke a single word, however, the
shepherd couldn't quite understand. Instead, he decided to take the
initiative and introduced himself.
"Mamoru," he managed to say, their eyes never breaking contact.
Being with her seemed so...blissful...although, he couldn't quite
explain why.
"Ah," she nodded, her voice like calming ocean waves.
"Praesidis." She fingered one of her silver locks with a childlike
innocence. She knew that he couldn't understand her, however, both
shared this mutual language. A mere blink could say much between them.
They walked closely to each other further into the forest, simply
learning each other's gestures and habits. He tried to talk to her,
but she caught a few phrases now and then to get the gist of their
"conversation."
=======
"Ardente veritate
Urite mala mundi
Ardente veritate
Incendite tenebras mundi"
Brilliant truth
Burn the heavens of evil
Burning truth
Set ablaze the heavens of darkness
=======
As they walked back, the choruses grew louder, at times becoming
almost frantic. However, a moment later, the voices would quiet.
Their song seemed to spell out history itself, stories of despair,
destruction, hope, love and joy.
Just as abruptly had their song had begun, it left, fading back
into the depths of time. The chorusing faded away, leaving only
whispers and then, eventual silence.
Mamoru paused. Even he couldn't hear the voices anymore. The
woman beside him paused in her tracks and tilted her head as if
listening to something. He took that moment to drink in the silver
vision before him.
She was a gorgeous sight indeed. Twin buns were mounted on her
head, that streamed down like two silver waterfalls. Her dress hugged
her lithe frame, as her skirts flowed down into a simple, frothy lace
hem.
She finally turned her head around to face him, looking
disappointed. She smiled again, as if to calm him, however, the smile
was more so for herself.
Then Mamoru knew the source of her distress. She had to leave,
and was saddened by the fact.
Another figure broke through the leafy foliage, white robes
contrasting greatly. It was Sapentia, the elder. Sapentia nodded
gravely to the woman next to Mamoru as she reluctantly accepted the
fact that she did not belong there.
"Wait, don't leave m-" Mamoru began, but was abruptly silenced
by her soft, pink petal lips. He was surprised at first, but made no
attempt to stop the experience. He never imagined that she could be so
soft! He closed his eyes to savor the experience. It was like making
direct contact with nature itself. An overwhelming feeling of
reassurance and tranquility filled him as he gazed at her through half-
lidded eyes. She was fading...
Her lips never left his as she disappeared, but when Mamoru
opened his eyes, there was no one there, save for himself. His little
sprite had disappeared. However, he wasn't really saddened by the
fact. He was still a washed with feelings of reassurance and
tranquility. He couldn't hear the song any more, nor did he hear the
voices.
He stood there until a medley of warm colors seeped into the
horizon and spread over the sky. However, he took no notice. He could
still picture the moon clearly in his mind, set in a dark blanket of
stars...star-speckled skies...her eyes...
Only one word approached his lips as he walked toward his home
and dawn.
"Serenity..." he whispered. A word-no, a woman, that he would
never forget.
===============
"Valete, liberi
Diebus fatalibus
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec"
Prevail, children
Fated day
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
Fithos lusec wecos vinosec
==================
Sapentia - wisdom
Pacalis - peace
Speculae - hope
Praesidis - protector
No, I don't know Latin. I know absolutely *NOTHING* about Latin,
although, I do think it's an interesting language. In fact, all those
names and words, I got them from an online dictionary, so most likely,
they're wrong, but for the sake of names, let's just leave it be. If
anyone can give me the correct translations, I'll keep that in mind if
I ever decide to continue this story.
This ficcie was meant to be like the Greek myth of Selene and the
shepherd, Endymion, if you were wondering about Mamoru's choice of
occupation...
Oh, arigato storm-chan! ::hugs:: 'preciate your help! ^^;;
Anyway, feedback is really nice.
Tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
(hint! Hint!) ;)
mizu-chan
December 2, 2000