Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction. I don't own the Sailor Moon characters.
Author's note: . I know I've got too many unfinished stories but I can't help it when inspiration strikes. I've got writer's block and if a new story will help cure it, then I'll try anything.
This is a fantasy, alternate reality.
Title: Predict This
I never cared much for dreams. That is not how I live my life. More than once they have failed me. Reality is everything. Reality hurts. But it will always be there." (unknown)
A gift. It was a gift, her mother had said before she passed away because the "gift" consumed her. At the tender age of 7, little blue-eyed Serena was orphaned. She didn't have a family since no one would claim her. Her gift was bad luck. She was bad luck.
Ten Years After
"A blue storm is coming. It's a big one."
Saying a blue storm was coming was nothing to joke about. It rarely happened but when it does, it was monstrous. There were no signs to predict it, it just happens. Ice would rain down from the sky and tornados would sometimes form.
One snorted, another chuckled, while others were standing or sitting in stony silence looking at her without any expression. Goddess, how she hated this! No one always believes until it was too late. She was risking the quiet life she had built when she came in this tiny village a year ago, all for a bunch of narrow-minded ingrates.
"Why are you stirring up trouble child? We welcomed you into this village and this is how you repay us?" The voice came from one of the crowds; it was starting to get larger. Many were muttering their agreements.
"But-" Serena
"Listen to her." A low yet clear voice was heard above the rest and everyone ceased into silence. "Let her prove it. If she's wrong, she will never set foot in this village again." Aida, the old woman looked at the protesting faces of some and raised her right palm. "Go ahead now. A storm is coming."
Serena waited in her own cottage at the outskirts of the village. As of yet, the sun was still shining like a warm summer day when she arrived back. She was worried. Sometimes her predictions weren't always so accurate and sometime they happen much later than she expected, but for now, she wished that for once she was right on target. If they banished her, she didn't know where to go. Her destiny said that she needed to be here…until the next sign.
The first thump of the wind in the window gave her pause, and then her heart grew excited. She rushed to the window and looked outside. Disaster has struck.
Three days has passed, until the full threat of the storm has completely died down. Serena felt bad that she was inwardly glad that the storm had happened. Serena opened the door out of her cottage; a crowd of people was there in her doorstep. They held dead bodies on their arms.
Not all had listened.
As soon as they saw her, they started screaming, shouting, hurling pebbles, tomatoes, forks and knives, their rage so fixated on her. They were all chanting one thing: Witch.
Serena was numbed as they dragged her to the center of the village. She looked for Aida, anyone, a savior. Is this world so crooked that they would kill her for sparing their lives? Where was Aida, the old woman?
A vision struck her: Lightning pierced through the sky, its aim précised. The old woman and her family were dead.
They tied her hands behind a wooden pole and she was surrounded by hay. This was madness; they truly meant to burn her.
Prince Darien and his men rode their horses relentlessly across the enemy's countryside.
"It seems a storm passed this way m'lord." Kevin, a newly appointed captain, noted, his eyes wide with interest at the spoils that can be so easily taken. One of the older knights slapped his back.
"We are here for one reason and one reason only, until then it would be unwise to stop." Robert, Darien's second in command said neither harshly or mockingly.
"Sorry." Kevin said glumly, his eyes searching his Lord. Prince Darien didn't bother looking at him or saying anything.
They broke through the next village and onto the next. There were screams of terror as they thought they were being attacked, so soon after their calamity with no room for defense. But the horses rode on.
As soon as they arrived at the next village, Darien immediately halted. He dismounted off his horse and walked cautiously towards the noise.
"M'lord, why are we-?" Kevin began. Robert glared him into silence and motioned for the rest of the soldiers to protect their prince.
Darien watched in fury and fascination at the scene before him. Fury at the peasants, surely the woman couldn't have committed such an atrocious sin befitting of this, and fascination as the woman seemed to be calling out to him asking for help.
Darien raised his hand in command and his soldiers let out a war cry. The villagers all turned to look and they screamed. She has called forth the devil!
The smoke burned her lungs. She was no witch. Damn them. If she were, she'd have called forth another storm. But rain did fall, in tiny droplets putting out the fire, and the devil she had supposedly called forth was coming towards her.
He was no devil to her. He was not even a man. He was only a pair of eyes, deep blue eyes with flecks of silver.
Serena was afraid. Was he her true executioner?
Well he wasn't going to get her so easily. She decided.
He picked up the unconscious woman, marveling at her almost perfect face. They didn't even have to kill anyone, as they all seemed to flee.
"Darien?" Robert called out his name.
"Let's go." He ordered. "Leave them be."
A/n: Please, please review. I really do seem to like this one.