AuthorNote: *Please read before continuing* After waiting for several years for the original Fanfiction A Knight's Tale by La Blue Evita, to be updated I was heartbroken to find out that she had put it up for adoption and would not be continuing the story. So I did what every heart broken fanfiction fan would do, make my own version..lol

Disclaimer:Do not own any of the Sailor Moon characters...Please read La Blue Evita's fanfic if you haven't already...Original plot from A Knight's Tale by La Blue Evita

A Knight's Tale

Chapter 1

The kingdom of Juuban lay slumbering as the moon, full and luminous, shone brightly on the land. At the center-most point of Juuban stood a magnificent castle, with its many tiered buildings glittering like diamonds under the moon's glow. A shaft of light peeked in from a heavily draped window, barely illuminating the room sheltering the sleeping form of Juuban's current ruler, Prince Endymion. The curtain billowing from the slight breeze that entered through the open window was the only thing that disturbed the otherwise still night. All was peaceful and calm within the kingdom, or so it seemed.

Stealthily, a small figure emerged from one of the room's darkened corners and quietly crept up to the massive bed that held the sleeping prince. "Like Sleeping Beauty," the figure sighed quietly, longingly gazing upon the dimly lit face of Prince Endymion. "Except, there's no way anyone can kiss him and live to tell the tale."

Prince Endymion was widely known for his deadly prowess in the battlefield, among other things. Sinfully long lashes created half moons upon tanned, high cheekbones. Had he been awake, one may gaze into the cold and hypnotizing sapphire eyes of the Prince. A Grecian nose flaring slightly with each breath, thin lips that can harden into a grim line or soften into a playful, mocking grin, a strong jaw relaxed in sleep. The Prince was only covered from the waist down by a thin blanket, his bare chest exposed to the cool night air hinting at the current state of Endymion's undress, a thought which brought a blush upon the intruder's cheeks. Muscled arms and a defined chest, unyielding even in a relaxed pose, seemed to glisten under the scarce lighting of the room.

The sound of rustling leaves suddenly broke through the quiet night, startling the silent intruder watching over the prince. Quickly and with feline-like grace, the mysterious individual leapt through the open window and landed safely upon a clearing in the rose gardens right below. A hiss was heard as the figure unsheathes their sword in preparation for an oncoming attack. As the sword left it's protective sleeve, strapped around the figures back, the light of the moon glinted upon the sword as it descended in a downward arc. Silently scanning the surrounding area, head cocked to the side, and listening intently, the mysterious figure's eyes narrowed and searched for the slightest movement amongst the fragrant bushes.

The moon shone brightly onto the unmoving body, a decidedly petite and feminine one, highlighting each curve and deepening each hollow along her body. Although completely clad in an all black outfit, covered from the base of the neck down to her ankles, black gloves and knee high leather boots covered her hands and feet, the entire outfit itself left almost nothing to the imagination as it clung to the silent female's curvy body. Completing the outfit, a long black scarf covered her hair and face, leaving only an opening for her startling cerulean blue eyes to shine through as it continued to peer into her dark surroundings.

Another sound of rustling amongst the leaves caused her to quickly step forward, intent on engaging the unknown enemy in combat only to find herself...flat on her back gazing up at the moon. Blinking owlishly, a blush slowly crept upon her cheeks. Thankfully hidden beneath the black scarf, she quickly flipped back onto her feet. "Damnit all!" Serenity silently cursed as she realized much to her immense embarrassment that she had another one of her famous klutz attacks. In her defense the grass was dampened from the cool of the night, yet it did not lessen her embarrassment over her clumsiness. Serenity immediately scanned the bushes and trees of the garden and spotted a harmless brown bunny munching on a bit of grass in front of her.

Concluding that, due to the late hour, it was just her tired mind playing tricks on her, Serenity decided to turn in for the night. Sheathing her sword, Serenity headed down the path that led to the female quarters. Due to her thoughts of a warm bed waiting for her, Serenity failed to see a dagger, buried to the hilt, in the grass just a few feet from where she had tripped. Had she not tripped the dagger would have found a home directly where her heart was. Unbeknownst to Serenity, a dark shadow rose from one of the many rose bushes littering the castle half an hour after she had departed, and deciding it was safe enough, the shadow quickly fled into the dark night.

Back in her room, Serenity quietly closed the large oak door, ensuring that she made as little noise as possible. A quick glance around the Spartan-like room did not give any hint of what the occupant was like, or if they were male or female. A four poster bed dominated one wall of the room, a small chest rested at the foot of the bed, a small bathing area in one corner, and a larger chest resting near a small vanity with a window overlooking one of the rose gardens surrounding the castle. Various types of weaponry decorated the wall opposite of the vanity. The only indication that a female dwelled within its walls was a small vase of fresh flowers on the window sill and the delicate sheer white curtains that covered the window.

Serenity slowly unwound the long scarf covering her head, and let the material dropped to the ground as she continued into the room. Long, silver-blond hair flowed freely down her back, its tips nearly touching the floor. The removal of the scarf revealed thickly lashed and sleepy cerulean eyes, slashing brows several shades darker than the hair atop her head, high cheekbones flushed from the cold night air despite the protection of the scarf, luscious full pink lips, a small pointed chin, and a small delicately upturned nose topped an angelic face an artist would be salivating to paint.

Slowly stripping off more clothes, leaving a trail behind her as Serenity made her way to the bed. Inch by inch, smooth porcelain skin, with the occasional small scar due to training, was revealed as each article of clothing fell to the ground. Finally, she placed the sword beside the bed before slipping her unclothed body beneath the warm, inviting covers. Serenity moaned, as she burrowed herself into the bed, delighting in the warmth and security provided underneath the covers. Even as a child, despite the cold nights that were a common occurrence in Juuban, Serenity always slept in the nude. As she grew older, and much to the protest of her mother, Serenity continued the habit, seeing nothing wrong with it. Serenity's eyes fluttered closed, sleep slowly overcoming her, the moon continued to shine brightly and watch over the land of Juuban and its inhabitants.