From the Classical Fairytales of the Firefly

Ariela Titan presents a mega crossover of great proportion. In this, I plan to re-do many amazing stories I read and heard as a child—mixing some and giving unto all the best I can. All of these tales will revolve around Hotaru Tomoe, as she is my favorite ultimate character—but don't worry, the Senshi and anime characters a like will have their say. SO without further ado, I begin with one of my ultimate favorites, a retake on the story of the Wild Swans;

The Six Swan Brothers

Disclaimer:

I do not own any anime characters or the overall elements of this story I am now creating. It purely for enjoyment—So enjoy—hehehe!

PROLOGUE:

A very long time ago, there existed two warring lands within the ancient world of magic and common life. One was called Saturn while it's opposite was Titan. Both were respected and well liked by their people—but sadly, both were at war…But the story doesn't begin there. It starts in Titan on a glorious and heart wrenching day.

Within the kingdom of Titan, on the capital corner, a party was in order by the royal standards. The torches were lit, the fire and brimstone set, all the preparations were made. From beneath shadowed black bangs, bright violet eyes twinkled sadly, working swiftly with a course sharp material. The fingers wove, delicate hands lingered with cuts, weaving continually, as if the life of the owner depended on the material. Spinning and moving, the continual pattern traced over as the watchful gaze continued.

Sadly, the calm orbs glanced up to the sound of keys rattling against the cage like door. Adjusting the grip of the materials made, the form rose, white garment flowing about their figure. "Come….It is time…." Growled a dark man as he pulled upon the youth. A slim booklet fell from her basket, but she had no time to scoop it up as she was dragged by a silent pair of brunettes dressed in royal garments. To them, she held her head high, meeting their gazes as she passed.

A tear rolled down her cheek after such and one spun to try and catch her, but was held back by the older. Closing her eyes, the soft violet eyed teen embraced the chilly wintered sky, images of the soft cobalt gaze still running through her vision. Her hand went to clasp over her lower stomach, pausing in her work for a moment to do so. Taking a deep breath, the person emitted a soft nod before walking again, white dress clashing against the gray pavement.

While the girl was paraded around, the brunette older brother, a man with sharp jagged hair and eyes the color of blue ocean that were hardened like ice moved into the caged area. He knelt as his brother began a long tirade—stopping only when he noted the strange behavior.

The book was latched. Its thick black binding had done well to preserve most of the pages and the gold lock dictated that it belonged to someone of class. Frowning at the implication of the girl prisoner carrying such a thing, he knelt next to his sibling who was using a thin metal piece to open the latch. With a click that went in time with the locking of chains around the frail female's waist, the book was opened. Gazing over the shoulder of the man near him, the two began to read.

'Most stories begin with the intricate start such as once upon a time, or long, long ago. But mine, it doesn't start with me, it doesn't have a true beginning just an ending that went horribly wrong and brought me to where I am…I am Hotaru, and this work I write before I begin my perilous journey—so that if I should die, someone will know the truth….'

END PROLOGUE