Disclaimer: No own Sailor Moon! Naoko Takeuchi owns
Sailor Moon! (Clear enough, I hope...)
AN: Story is mine, though. ;)
Arigato to mal for your suggestions! ::hugs!:: you're the
best! ;)
Avalon:
Prologue
The dimly lit moon cast it's shadows upon the vale.
It's silvered rays kissed the blades of grass as the breeze
toyed softly with the rolling hills. All was quiet, save
for the stray owl that hooted into the darkness of the
night.
On the edge of the vale, stood a castle, mighty and
fortified in it's place. The weathered stones reflected
nothing, but only swallowed up whatever noise and light
from the external world.
Through a slit of a window, a candle-lit flame
flickered weakly, threatened by all the surreal, yet
natural, forces around it. The breeze, the rain, the soft
gales that accompany the moonlight upon the grassy hills,
threatened it's very existence. However, the greater of
it's worries came from the inhabitants within the stone
fortress. What power they held; what advantages they did
not realize...
However weak the flame was, it was enough to emblazon
the runes in it's proximity. The ornate, swirling carvings
stood mutely in their places along the window's edge, the
walls and the ceilings.
A string of the wind filtered it's way through the
slit-window. It seemed to brush it's liquid-like body
across the window carvings, as if reading and comprehending
their meaning. However, it soon became engulfed by
stillness of the chamber, dissipating into nothingness.
The knowledge of the runes disappeared with the wind.
Another breeze succeeded it's predecessor, entering
the chamber with the dreary mood of mother nature
supporting it. It paid little heed to the runes. Instead,
it headed straight for the tiny flame, fully bent on
extinguishing the light.
At first, the flame feebly resisted it's attack.
However, strong the flame might have been, it was too weak
to fight back. The force was too overwhelming as it
succumbed to the greater force and accepted it's fate.
A figure resting within the chambers stirred. It was
cold for a late spring evening. Her lithe frame twisted
underneath the silken sheets; signs that the chill of the
wind had attempted to retrieve her from the world of dreams
and faeries. Her eyes were shut tightly, as she
subconsciously resisted the pull of the wind.
The wind dispersed, leaving only the moonlight alone
with the chamber's inhabitant. Like a thin layer of honey
coating a pastry, the moon shone forth it's meager light on
the beauty asleep in the four-poster bed.
The door to the side creaked open slightly, as two
shining depths peeked within. Gradually, the door was
parted, and it's opener stepped within. The moonlight
found a new inhabitant of the castle to amuse itself with,
and began shining it's luminance on the new figure.
The moonlight danced along the side of his face, the
other, obscured in the shadows of the furniture about.
It's shadowed light also revealed a flat chest and stomach,
identifying the person to be a handsome male. His eyes
twinkled, alight, as he walked himself toward the female
figure entangled in the clean sheets.
Bending on one knee, he stood there, and simply
stared. She was a truly beautiful sight indeed. Her
slumbering features seemed to be the epitome of serenity
and calm. Grasping the edges of the sheets lightly, he
raised then just under her chin. He'd always protect her,
even if it only was from the crisp breeze from the night
air.
Lifting his slender fingers to her cheek, he brushed
the curve gently, relishing at it's softness.
The dark lashes began to flutter slightly, however,
he did not retract his fingers from her face. Two
glittering azure orbs glanced sleepily at her rouser. She
blinked out her fatigue, smiling lovingly at the handsome
man hovering just above her. Leaning toward the fingers
that had outstretched to cup the porcelain of her face, her
other hand sought him out. Finally, her hand rested on his
trim, robed waist.
"What brings you here to rouse thy wife from her
slumber?" She grinned, fully awake. Her eyes held no hint
of anger.
"Sorry," he murmured honestly, "I couldn't resist."
"And here I thought an angel's wing brushed me
awake." Her hand returned under the warmth of the covers,
only to appear again over the hand that cupped her cheek.
"No, an angel's wing didn't brush you awake, rather,
a mere mortal touched the soft cheek of an angel," he
smiled handsomely in response. She giggled at his remark,
her shoulders shaking slightly with unsuppressed mirth. He
bent down to kiss her forehead lightly, before planting a
tender kiss on her lips. She responded in return, wrapping
a hand around the arch of his neck. Her fingers
intertwined themselves naturally within the silken strands.
It was he who parted the kiss, leaving her to nudge
her to nudge his neck affectionately. She inhaled the
sweet scent of him.
"Love, you should get some rest," he murmured,
planting another kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back
shortly. I still have to finish some things in the
bookroom."
Her petal-like lips pouted adorably, as he placed
another willing kiss on her lips. "Can't you stay here?
With me?" She sulked childishly. "You know I can't bear
to be away from you..." She reached out to his departing
figure.
"Give me ten minutes," he challenged himself, "I just
have to safeguard a few things. I'll be back, I promise,
Usa." He took another appreciative glance at her before
edging slowly toward the cherry-wood doors. She seemed so
much like a gilded angel, with her hair spread out on the
large bed. She was an angel sculpture that was beyond
artistic critique and acclaim, she was far too precious to
be treated as such either. No, she was the fragrant
blossom of his life. She was the solitary rose that
sprouted from the snow-ridden expanse within his heart.
Reluctantly, she nodded, sinking back into the covers
once more. "Ten minutes," she said firmly. Her lips
curved to smile brightly at him again, a smile so bright,
so beautiful, that it shamed the light of the moon on her
small body.
"Goodnight, Usa, my beautiful wife..." he whispered,
his eyes ablaze with his love for her. He gazed at her
longingly.
Slumping back into her goose-down pillow, she blew
him a kiss in return, "Good night, love..." Her prince was
always true to his word. He'd always return to her side,
embracing her in his powerful arms that would never let go.
She returned back to her dreams, envisioning the man
she loved most; her white prince...
***
AAAHHHHH!!! ::bolts from a large group of usa-mamo
lovers:: eep! Get away! Get away, I say! ::wields a
pointy stick like a sword:: (umm...but don't withhold on
the e-mails though!) ^^;;
Umm...Avalon? ever heard of the mythical isle? Actually,
mizu's a history nut...sort of... but I haven't been
taking that class for quite some time, so things are really
rusty... (at most, I remember Greek and some Egyptian
history) This stuff, I really had to look up...but you're
bound to see lots of historical errors, so just letting you
know now... (Treat it as an A/R, with some historical fact
blended in)
Anyway, hope you like! ;)
e-mail is always nice... ^^;;
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
01/25/01
Sailor Moon! (Clear enough, I hope...)
AN: Story is mine, though. ;)
Arigato to mal for your suggestions! ::hugs!:: you're the
best! ;)
Avalon:
Prologue
The dimly lit moon cast it's shadows upon the vale.
It's silvered rays kissed the blades of grass as the breeze
toyed softly with the rolling hills. All was quiet, save
for the stray owl that hooted into the darkness of the
night.
On the edge of the vale, stood a castle, mighty and
fortified in it's place. The weathered stones reflected
nothing, but only swallowed up whatever noise and light
from the external world.
Through a slit of a window, a candle-lit flame
flickered weakly, threatened by all the surreal, yet
natural, forces around it. The breeze, the rain, the soft
gales that accompany the moonlight upon the grassy hills,
threatened it's very existence. However, the greater of
it's worries came from the inhabitants within the stone
fortress. What power they held; what advantages they did
not realize...
However weak the flame was, it was enough to emblazon
the runes in it's proximity. The ornate, swirling carvings
stood mutely in their places along the window's edge, the
walls and the ceilings.
A string of the wind filtered it's way through the
slit-window. It seemed to brush it's liquid-like body
across the window carvings, as if reading and comprehending
their meaning. However, it soon became engulfed by
stillness of the chamber, dissipating into nothingness.
The knowledge of the runes disappeared with the wind.
Another breeze succeeded it's predecessor, entering
the chamber with the dreary mood of mother nature
supporting it. It paid little heed to the runes. Instead,
it headed straight for the tiny flame, fully bent on
extinguishing the light.
At first, the flame feebly resisted it's attack.
However, strong the flame might have been, it was too weak
to fight back. The force was too overwhelming as it
succumbed to the greater force and accepted it's fate.
A figure resting within the chambers stirred. It was
cold for a late spring evening. Her lithe frame twisted
underneath the silken sheets; signs that the chill of the
wind had attempted to retrieve her from the world of dreams
and faeries. Her eyes were shut tightly, as she
subconsciously resisted the pull of the wind.
The wind dispersed, leaving only the moonlight alone
with the chamber's inhabitant. Like a thin layer of honey
coating a pastry, the moon shone forth it's meager light on
the beauty asleep in the four-poster bed.
The door to the side creaked open slightly, as two
shining depths peeked within. Gradually, the door was
parted, and it's opener stepped within. The moonlight
found a new inhabitant of the castle to amuse itself with,
and began shining it's luminance on the new figure.
The moonlight danced along the side of his face, the
other, obscured in the shadows of the furniture about.
It's shadowed light also revealed a flat chest and stomach,
identifying the person to be a handsome male. His eyes
twinkled, alight, as he walked himself toward the female
figure entangled in the clean sheets.
Bending on one knee, he stood there, and simply
stared. She was a truly beautiful sight indeed. Her
slumbering features seemed to be the epitome of serenity
and calm. Grasping the edges of the sheets lightly, he
raised then just under her chin. He'd always protect her,
even if it only was from the crisp breeze from the night
air.
Lifting his slender fingers to her cheek, he brushed
the curve gently, relishing at it's softness.
The dark lashes began to flutter slightly, however,
he did not retract his fingers from her face. Two
glittering azure orbs glanced sleepily at her rouser. She
blinked out her fatigue, smiling lovingly at the handsome
man hovering just above her. Leaning toward the fingers
that had outstretched to cup the porcelain of her face, her
other hand sought him out. Finally, her hand rested on his
trim, robed waist.
"What brings you here to rouse thy wife from her
slumber?" She grinned, fully awake. Her eyes held no hint
of anger.
"Sorry," he murmured honestly, "I couldn't resist."
"And here I thought an angel's wing brushed me
awake." Her hand returned under the warmth of the covers,
only to appear again over the hand that cupped her cheek.
"No, an angel's wing didn't brush you awake, rather,
a mere mortal touched the soft cheek of an angel," he
smiled handsomely in response. She giggled at his remark,
her shoulders shaking slightly with unsuppressed mirth. He
bent down to kiss her forehead lightly, before planting a
tender kiss on her lips. She responded in return, wrapping
a hand around the arch of his neck. Her fingers
intertwined themselves naturally within the silken strands.
It was he who parted the kiss, leaving her to nudge
her to nudge his neck affectionately. She inhaled the
sweet scent of him.
"Love, you should get some rest," he murmured,
planting another kiss on her forehead. "I'll be back
shortly. I still have to finish some things in the
bookroom."
Her petal-like lips pouted adorably, as he placed
another willing kiss on her lips. "Can't you stay here?
With me?" She sulked childishly. "You know I can't bear
to be away from you..." She reached out to his departing
figure.
"Give me ten minutes," he challenged himself, "I just
have to safeguard a few things. I'll be back, I promise,
Usa." He took another appreciative glance at her before
edging slowly toward the cherry-wood doors. She seemed so
much like a gilded angel, with her hair spread out on the
large bed. She was an angel sculpture that was beyond
artistic critique and acclaim, she was far too precious to
be treated as such either. No, she was the fragrant
blossom of his life. She was the solitary rose that
sprouted from the snow-ridden expanse within his heart.
Reluctantly, she nodded, sinking back into the covers
once more. "Ten minutes," she said firmly. Her lips
curved to smile brightly at him again, a smile so bright,
so beautiful, that it shamed the light of the moon on her
small body.
"Goodnight, Usa, my beautiful wife..." he whispered,
his eyes ablaze with his love for her. He gazed at her
longingly.
Slumping back into her goose-down pillow, she blew
him a kiss in return, "Good night, love..." Her prince was
always true to his word. He'd always return to her side,
embracing her in his powerful arms that would never let go.
She returned back to her dreams, envisioning the man
she loved most; her white prince...
***
AAAHHHHH!!! ::bolts from a large group of usa-mamo
lovers:: eep! Get away! Get away, I say! ::wields a
pointy stick like a sword:: (umm...but don't withhold on
the e-mails though!) ^^;;
Umm...Avalon? ever heard of the mythical isle? Actually,
mizu's a history nut...sort of... but I haven't been
taking that class for quite some time, so things are really
rusty... (at most, I remember Greek and some Egyptian
history) This stuff, I really had to look up...but you're
bound to see lots of historical errors, so just letting you
know now... (Treat it as an A/R, with some historical fact
blended in)
Anyway, hope you like! ;)
e-mail is always nice... ^^;;
tokiya_ensui@yahoo.com
01/25/01