Sailor Moon: Angels Among Us
Chapter 1: The Phantom Rider
I have seen the world pass by. I have seen the world change from one decade to another, and still I walk among the people. I appear to be a normal person walking the streets and living my life, but at the same time I am not. I have not fallen from grace, but I walk among the humans as a guardian. My name is Noemi. I am an angel.
There is evil in this world that does not sleep. It is my job to make sure there is no hell on earth. I fight demons, and other creatures that stalk in the night. How I became who I am is quite tragic as it involves a motorcycle accident. I have not forgotten that fateful night, and it was started by a simple rock in the road...and a tractor trailer.
The only thing I remember was seeing a bright light, and then darkness and a voice, "You have done well, a good soul you are," said the voice, "but I feel that your time on earth is not done," I was confused by the words of the voice. None the less, I had an idea of who it was and for that voice I had some questions that needed answering.
"Who are you? And do you mean by my time not being done?" I asked, seeing that I was alone in the darkness and hearing a voice
"I am that which is all around you, I am that which is everywhere," said the voice, "your accident is a most tragic event, but the task I will give you is simple, walk among the people and defend the people, but should you accept this task there is a price to pay, you will not age beyond the year of your demise, but all around you will fade in time,"
Thoughts flowed through my head, what if I find love? Does that mean that I will live on looking as I do now, but they will age? The voice answered my thoughts, "I am granting you lasting life, but not immortality, the powers I bestow upon you are to be used wisely and responsibly," I was honored by his gifts, but a question remained.
"Why me? So many people are born and die everyday, what made you choose me out of all the people on this planet?" I asked, at the time of my death I was a musician trying to make it to a show we had at a local coffeehouse in Montreal. The Voice was silent for a moment, and soon spoke again to express why he chose me out of billions.
"You are a musician, are you not?" asked the voice, "I have seen you play, you bring joy and happiness to others with your music, you are a kind and gentle soul, Noemi, but you are strong in your heart and body, and it is that strength that I found that made me choose you, though you have passed on, there is still a task for you...as a guardian,"
"A guardian? Like a guardian angel?" I asked scratching my short, tomboyish silver-white hair, the voice was silent until I saw a light
"You will need this," said the voice as a medieval longsword was placed within my hands, "unsheathe the blade from the scabbard and it will prepare you for battle," the voice instructed, I followed his request, and soon I was clad in medieval plate armor from my chest to my hands, and so were my feet and shins, "now then, sheathe your sword,"
"The sword is named 'Le Rasoir', it will be your companion at your side in battle, go now, you have the power, but it is your responsibility to control it and protect the people," said the voice, and I was brought back down to earth, and my journey started in Japan of all places. Is there a lottery machine on where they place angels like me at random?
"By the way, I believe this belongs to you," said the voice as parting words, and out of a bright light I saw my motorcycle, a V-Rod Muscle. I put on the helmet resting on the seat which was blacked out with angel wings. I flipped down the black visor and looked out at the road. I revved the engine, and it seems my motorcycle has not lost it's edge.
"Alright, mon amie, allons'y," I said speeding out on the road, and going through a tunnel. It appears I am not the only one out tonight.
It felt good to be back on the road, but it seems I have a new purpose in my life. I turned to the other rider, and flipped up my visor to get a look at her. I nodded a single nod, and saw a thick fog coming in over the calm sea. I sped up, and vanished into the fog. I am thinking this young lady is going to have a story to tell her friends tomorrow.
I decided to see what 'Le Rasoir' can do. I unsheathed the blade, and saw my reflection in the fountain at the park. I had a visor that covered the bottom-half of my face and was shaped like the bow of a ship. I clad in a steel half-suit of armor, blue leather leggings with a cloth flap in front, steel greaves and sabatons. This all came from the sword.
The breastplate even had a sculpted chest which actually fit my size. I'm 5'10 and a comfortable 170lbs so I'm a big girl. It makes you wonder if the folks upstairs know when your time is up. Now that I see that this is what I look like when I unsheathe my longsword, I know that from this point onward my life is never going to be the same again.