Title: Every Story is a Love Story
Author: Acadia
Email: Acadia81@hotmail.com
**This story is based on the braodway play Aida. It's different in many ways but I use the lyrics to some of the songs. I don't own Sailor Moon or Aida, blah, blah.
Thousands upon thousands year ago long before earth had been inhabited there had been life on other planets and moons, and not just life, but intelligent life. They had formed a treaty that had been called The Silver Millennium, which had kept an unblemished peace in the galaxy since its creation.
Keeping with their tradition of peace the Queen of the moon, Serenity, had offered Earth a place in their Silver Millennium when it became populated and formed a government, but Earth had declined for reasons no one knew and began a conquest to become the most powerful planet in the universe and did the only way they knew how; they raged war on all the other planets, until all but the moon, the most powerful planet of the Silver Millennium, were conquered and under their control.
But even the moon was slowly failing to block the advances of Earth and soon fell herself and Earth had her dream of ruling the galaxy, but then for reason no one could explain Earth had cut off contact with the other planets, relinquishing them from Earth's harsh control. Since that time there has been nothing heard or spoken between planets, until it was forgotten that there had once been a time called the Silver Millennium and life on other planets.
But now after years of searching and digging and careful cataloging scientists had collected enough evidence to prove it and it was now the talk of the world. The Silver Millennium was on display at the Metropolitan Museum of Art and was harder to get into the Aida on Broadway.
People had camped outside the museum for days hoping to be one of the people to be let in to see the exhibit and finally Serena and her friends had. It had taken a lot of patience and a ridiculously large sum of money to get to the front of line but it had paid off, they were in the entire wing that was dedicated to nothing else but the Silver Millennium and its artifacts and stories.
Serena looked around the exhibit with awe. Everything was so beautiful and delicate, a veritable rainbow of colors, the orange of Venus' coat of arms, the blood red of Mars' flag and the auburn Uranus, the ice blue of Mercury and Neptune, the green of Jupiter's mosaics masterpieces and the mysterious purplish black of Pluto's symbol. So many contrasting colors and symbols all a tribute to a time long past. As Serena came to the center of the exhibit she stopped at display of the pure white marble of what was at one time part of the Moon Palace, the most beautiful building in the Universe as was shown in a painting that was plainly thousands years old placed over the stones. Serena was entranced by the painting, it seemed do familiar, like something out of a dream, substance but no meaning. It was the way the white marble seemed to glow with some unknown power or the way the painted white roses were thorn less, although there was no way Serena could know that by the painting.
When other people came to look at the display she was pushed out of the way by the crowd and she found herself in front of what looked like a large stone box, big enough to fit two people comfortably. She looked at the card in front of it and read;
The Lovers Tomb
Found in the deserts of Egypt this tomb was found buried under the scorching sand along with the remains of two skeletons and a piece of parchment that was surprisingly intact explaining the situation of how the two lovers had found themselves sentenced to death for the crime of Treason.
Serena looked up at the tomb again and this time saw the large roll of parchment that was placed next to it in a glass case, unrolled for the world to read. In ornate script Serena read a story that chilled her heart but also stirred something inside of her that almost felt like a memory.
Ever story, tale or memoir,
Every sage or romance.
Whether true or fabricated,
Whether planned or happenstance.
Whether sweeping through the ages,
Casting centuries aside.
Or a hurried brief recital,
Just a thirty-minute ride.
Whether bright or melancholy,
Roush and ready, finely spun.
Whether with a thousand players
Or a lonely cast of one.
Every story, new or ancient.
Bagatelle or work of art.
All are tales of human failing,
All are tales of love at heart.
This is a story
Of a love the flourished
In a time of hate.
Of lovers no tyranny could separate.
Love set into motion on the Earths shore.
Destiny ignited by an act of war.
Serena looked up from the parchment and brushed a tear from her eyes. She turned to look at the tomb once more and found herself looking into dark blue eyes the color of the ocean at midnight. She gasped and jumped back and saw the man do the same. Serena thought he looked oddly familiar, all tall and muscular with black hair that fell messily around his face, but it was eyes that really reeled her in. She had seen them before she knew. She shook herself and walked backwards away from the man and he did the same.
She turned around and was about to go look for her friends when something called her back to the Lover's tomb. She obeyed the call and found herself next to the man once more. She looked into his eyes and then at the tomb and before them opened up a scene from a life long before, a life that they had lived yet had forgotten a life where they had loved, a life where they had died for it.