To die was an exhilarating experience that she never wanted to happen again. Yet here she was, a Knight throwing her life away for a prince and his lady love…until she took her next breath…again…and again…and realized where exactly she was. SI-OC Fic.

It was nothing spectacular.

She didn't die a hero. She didn't die a villain. She…ceased to exist among the living.

One moment, she was walking down the sidewalk with her cell phone open to the Pokemon Go app to get some extra meters on the eggs in one hand - lavender that had chipped, she would have to go home and fix that when she had time - and her other hand – her left with unevenly layered glittery gold nail polish - with a convenience store soda as the sweet dulcet tones of the Horrorpops played through her earbuds.

The next, her ears were ringing, she was on her back staring at the sky. The smell of burned rubber permeated the air as she tried to figure out what it was that felt so wrong. A cloud of thick white smoke blew over her causing her eyes to water with tears – or maybe that was the throbbing in her legs and her head?

It was probably her legs because her headache lessened considerably when an odd cloud blocked the sunlight.

She blinked and tried to clear her vision only for her to struggle to open them again after the fourth blink. Her vison had at least lost part of its blurry quality.

There was a hand at her throat, light enough that it wasn't suffocating but firm enough that she didn't think that she would be able to move if she wanted to; which she didn't. The ground was comfortable, the rocks in the gravel digging into her back and legs and causing mind numbing pain were just a figment of her imagination.

A sharp bark of laughter from the odd cloud – a person, significantly older than herself, at least twice her age, male - cut through the ringing made her realize that she had said the gravel thought out loud.

Oh well.

It really hurt. She closed her eyes again and she fought to open them again. The guy over her was looking away and had a phone out. There was a line of blood going down his face and she must have said something or made some noise or movement that had him look down at her.

And that was it. One moment, a look into a pair of brown eyes, the next was nothingness.

Well nothingness was a lot brighter than I thought it was going to be.

She blinked. Then her brain caught up to what she was seeing, hearing above her and she blinked again.

What. The. Hell.

She could make out figures above her as she was raised up by hands too large. There were noises – too many people talking at once – and she was passed to someone that had cold hands. Looking into his face, she was struck with nostalgia as something about his face tickled onto old memories of her earlier teen years.

Eyes peered down at her as she was cradled to their chest. The shiny horn of a crystal gold protruded from their forehead glittered, catching her eyes as she realized why the person looked so damn familiar.

She screamed with all her might into the face of Helios the unicorn-horse-pegasus-thing from Sailor Fucking Moon.

*fingerguns* this was a long production in the making after I went on a Sailor Moon/Detective Conan binge earlier this year. Still stuck in the middle of the latter show's episodes but I'm slowly crawling out. So this might be switched to a crossover fic but for now its here. But here is the prologue of my story.

Edit(s): Fixed some grammar and changed a few sentences to make it flow more smoothly.