Moonlit Dreams
Chapter 1
"Here you go, Tommy!" Serena Tsukino smiled as she handed the 6 year old a lollipop, while pushing back a strand of her black hair. "You're such a big boy! Not crying during your shot," she complimented while ruffling the boy's silver mass of hair. The Lunarian boy had been on the verge of tears, which soon dissipated at the sight of the fist-sized cherry lollipop that had been handed to him by the pretty nurse. Tommy now left the pediatrician's office with a huge 'I've-got-candy' grin plastered on his face. Serena furiously pushed a strand of silver back behind her ear as she watched the small child exit with his mother. She sat down in the closest chair with a big THUMP and let out a groan of frustration.
Holding her head in her hands--she had a pounding headache--she took a quick glance around the patients' waiting area. She positively knew that she could not stand another crying kid. Seeing no one, Serena heaved herself up and walked over to the receptionist's desk and gave a small, tight-lipped smile to the red head talking on the phone. Molly returned the smile looking Serena up and down, while discussing appointment times with a patient. Serena had always been amazed at how her friend could multi-task things like talking, listening and paying attention all at the same time. The Gods knew that Serena could barely do one of those things without messing up on something. Yeah, her friends would always tease her on how she acted like a total ditz, sometimes, but she had reformed most of her habits, or at least tried.
The throbbing ache behind her eyes reminded her of why she had even come up in the first place. She mouthed to Molly, 'I'm going to the bathroom.' This got her a look of concern, because Serena never used public restrooms, even if they were inside a hospital. Molly mouthed back, ' Are you alright?' She looked her friend over, she had noticed that Serena had looked a bit tired, but now noted that Serena's always neat ponytail was a little messy, as if she hadn't combed it. Her white nurse's uniform looked like it hadn't been ironed as it usually was. Molly assumed that it was probably the nightmares that had been plaguing her friend for the past few days. Molly gave a nod and flashed her hand twice, meaning ten minutes at most. Serena would have a time untangling her hair.
Seeing Molly's response, Serena turned around, exited the room and headed down the white hallways. She involuntarily shuddered at the sudden change from the soft and playful colors of the pediatrician's office to the cold and formal white of the hospital. The color was almost blinding as she turned corner after corner, finally reaching her destination. Relieved to see a change, green stalls not white! "Shit," muttered Serena, "this must be a bad migraine if I'm glad to see these puke-colored bathroom stalls." She laughed at herself, " If someone walks in on me..." She giggled again, 'who cares what they think. Not like I do.' Some people on the Moon were not always kind-hearted, gentle souls. Whenever she excelled at something, the jealous ones would always find a way to spite her. She ignored most of the insults thrown at her, but somewhere deep down inside, every single word left a stinging gash.
Serena strode over to the sink, let the cold water gush out, and sighed. She was looking at her reflection. She pulled at her rubber band, letting her black waist-length hair cascade down her back. She looked through her bag for a comb. Finding it she set to the task of untangling the black mass, which had turned silver in the dim luminescent light. She sighed again. Serena could never figure out her hair. Her mother, she knew, had silver hair but her father had blond hair. The few times that she saw her parents at her god parents house, she always forgot to ask. The question left her just plainly befuddled. Her silver-blue eyes, she could explain: her mother had silver eyes and her father, blue. That was simple.
Maybe she was of the lost Royal Lunarian line. Magic worked that way. It showed it's heritage and that would explain the mixing of her features. Serena let a smile play across her lips before dashing that daydream in half. Her mother was Lunarian for sure, but her father looked Venusian. Not to add that they had never told her that she had any magic. Serena pulled her black hair back into a ponytail and looked down at the sink, she had forgotten that the faucet was still on. Reaching out a finger to place under the rushing water she suddenly shivered. "BRRRRRRRR! I-It's c-cold!" she stuttered. 'Well, DUH!' mentally berating herself, she had turned the knob to cold. Serena quickly splashed her face with water, finally feeling awake for the first time that day.
With a sudden flash she recalled why she had a headache in the first place. 'Damn dreams' she growled. Her dream had started peacefully enough; she had been sitting in a forest looking up at the moon. All she could see was silver light playing across the trees and it being reflected in small pond surrounded by light pink, blue and purple flowers. She saw lily pads floating gently across the surface, but strangely enough, could not hear any sounds. Everything was eerily quiet; all of a sudden she felt something burn her from behind. Serena quickly turned around and saw.. Nothing, but she could still feel something. Frantically, she searched the shadows surrounding the clearing with her eyes. Fear slowly settling into her stomach. Somewhere beyond the clearing she heard, no, felt a rumbling. She was truly frightened now. Turning around Serena saw the source of the rumbling; it was a carriage, which had strangely enough come to an abrupt stop right at the edge of the clearing.
The carriage door casually swung open to reveal the dark depths of the interior. Serena held her breath as the tension in her muscles increased tenfold, she was all for bolting, but fear kept her frozen to the spot. Staring intently at the carriage entrance in apprehension of what would come out, Serena let out a little gasp as a pale, white hand reached out. All the fear of the burning watcher had disappeared at the sight of the ghostly hand. Now she was sure that this was bad, very bad. Legend said that people died in their sleep because they had had the Death Dream. They would be taken away if they ever stumbled across the specter's path in a dream, if the dreamer wanted to or not. And now Serena was certain that this was that dream.
So watcha think? My very first story! I'm so proud of myself! I was bored and decided to do this, since I was absent the very last day of school before Christmas break and didn't get any of my homework. I'm screwed when I get back to school, but it's ok if I do something enjoyable for the free time that I'll have before my slave drivers find me. Hehehe I exaggerate way too much, but that's good for a writer, right? Ok well, while I still have nothing to do REVIEW!
Oi, I still gotta do something about the annoying brat hovering over my shoulder.
My editor who didn't do anything! My dear lil sister SailorRose aka Sharan at Arias Ink
And I'm AngelSailorMoonRose at AI.
Lots of Love and Roses
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