Hey everyone! Remember me? GoldenGoddess? Well, grade then has been VERY hard, like, I've never worked so much in my life before. I've been juggling school, work, family as well as the stories that I'm writing with the other wargoddesses. However, Summer is coming up and I promise to take up Soldiers Dream and Immortals again! Maybe this to...this is a teaser. You create the story really. Pick which species that the Sailor Senshi are (obviously), and the pairings. HOWEVER, DO NOT go with the cookie cutter plot. There is nothing I can't stand more than (I know I'm going to loose a lot of review for this) Hiiro/Usagi stories. I'm SO sorry but, that is the only pairing I WON'T DO!
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Luve and Lotz, GoldenGoddess!

The Forgotten Ones: Teaser.



Can you imagine, even for the briefest of moments, a world where the water was purer than it was at the dawn of time, and is forever kept that way. Guarded and treated as it should be. Water that is so unburdened by sin and darkness, that you can breath in it.
Picture a world, where the skies are fresh and the clouds soft. Places to travel and where dreams are kept. Believe for a moment, that you can dance on the clouds and travel in ways that you can no longer even dream about.
Believe in a place, where the very Earth beneath your feet can sing, and the plants and greenery that rises from it dances with you, as you race across it. The food it produces is so ripe and innocent, that a single bite would leave you without hunger for days to come; a single bite!
This world, this place that is now, forbidden to speak of, a place that has been stripped from even our dreams, is a place where magic is born. Six of the creatures of legend, in which only a child can believe in, dwelled here.
Unicorns, their coats beautiful and white run across the land. Their horns and eyes sparkle. Living silver.
Dragons, their wings twine and move across the clear sky in a dance that is unknown to us. Wild spirits.
Phoenixes, their inner fire flashing dangerously across the land, their cries sounding in the air. Burning hope.
Serpents, flashing and flickering within the endless seas. Their songs traveling through the endless depths. Sparkling wisdom.
Faeries, teasing and dancing as they taunt and play in the air. Their voices leave all those who hear it breathless.
Angels, with wings of pure white. The truest colour of innocence that was reflected in their eyes as the traveled and danced. Pure innocence.
Now, reader. Listen to the tale that I sow now, for once it is finished you will have a choice to make. It's power and velocity will be believable. If you decline, you will forget about it all, about the magic that you have remembered for the briefest of moments; are remembering even as you read. If you accept however, challenges, turmoil's, emotions that you have never thought possible will plague your mind. The choice upon itself is vaster than you can believe.
Continue reading if you dare; for if you stop now, you will never be plagued with the question; the choice; or the challenge.
For the six creatures of legend, who's history is written in our dreams...
They evolved.
Unicorns became Unians. Standing on two legs, three fingers on each hand and hoofs for toes. Their hair was pure white and their eyes the colour of their soul; and the small horn in the center of their forehead.
Dragons became Dracoians. Tall and strong upon their two legs with tan skin. They have to be strong, for nothing else could support the massive dragon wings that still stand strong in their backs. A sign of their history.
Phoenixes kept their original names. They can survive in the strongest of temperatures now. Standing on two legs, they lost their wings, but the can travel and dance in the hottest of flames. Creatures of the fire.
Serpents became the Mermaids and Mermen that are so often discussed in fairy tales. Their fins and eyes are ideal for the environment, for they can travel faster than any fish, or any other creature on both land and sea.
Faeries, like the Phoenix, kept their names. They're small creatures, standing barely over four feet usually, but out of all the creatures, they are the few that remember the ways of magic. They can fly and dance, still taunting and teasing the other creatures of the world.
Angels remained the same, almost fully resisting the evolution of time. However, some lost their innocence while others regained it. Beauty and grace, they continued to stand guard over all the other creatures, whom lived together in ways that couldn't be imagined.
Reader, listen well, for centuries the six creatures lived in harmony. Blessed with the joy and magic of their differences, and their similarities. They worked together and lived the same way, helping each other and laughing in their endless joy.
But then, some of them began to forget. Some of the creatures began to loose their wings, their fins, their horns....They lost all of these, and forgot.
These poor creatures, lost and confused as they were, turned to violence. They hurt and hunted one another, ravaged the land and destroyed it. They became jealous of the creatures of old, with wings and horns and fins. Jealousy turns to hate, which turns to death and blood shed.
Creatures died.
More and more began to turn, to forget, and the remaining creatures of old had no choice. They fled beyond the stars, and away from the harmony they had once known. Fear is a powerful thing, and they feared the creatures that had once been their brothers and sisters.
Now reader, the choice is yours. Follow your heart and your dreams, for I have discovered where they fled to, but alas, I am must to old to follow. But you can. Fly forth and touch the stars, fall to the sun, and dance where the sky and the earth meet.
Choose wisely reader, as I said before if you decide to follow them, the obstacles that you face will be so unimaginable that your soul my crumble for the sheer weight of it all. If you decide not to, you will forget this tale ever found it's way for you, forget about the past.
Alas, my time is almost up, I have one more thing to say to you now. As the creatures of old fled this world, they named the ones who had lost their wings, their horns, their fins, their memories and their lives.
They named the forgotten ones...
Humans....
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Whoa, well... Duo slammed the book shut and shook his head. That was an interesting read!
Where did you find this book Quartre?
I don't really know Trowa. I've looked that library over dozens of times now. He smiled sheepishly. It was my escape while I was growing up.
An escape from your duties, ooorrr from your sisters?
His face flushed. Very funny Duo. However, this book was just there one day, sitting on the table as if it was...
Waiting for you.
Yes Hiiro, that's it exactly.
Wufei snorted. And you called us all here for that?
It just seemed, interesting. I thought that I should share it with you.
A clock chimed eleven in the morning and Hiiro reached forth, grabbing his bag and turning his back. A book in a book, there isn't time for fairy tales in a world recovering from war.
Duo tugged on his hat. No offense Q-man but, I have reality to worry about. The only God out their is the God of Death! As I'm sure all of you know about.
How could we not? Grumbled Wufei as he followed Duo out the door. You only shouted it whenever you got in your gundam...
Trowa slowly placed the book back on a high shelf, his eyes grim. You shouldn't loose yourself in fantasy, when we have a world to save. Especially after the war treated you so cruelly. Fairy tales aren't real, and the forgotten ones' don't exist. Don't forget yourself. He didn't say anything more, or anything less. War does strange things to people, for these had been the most words he'd uttered since that fateful day aboard Libra.
Quartre leaned back against a wall and sank to the floor. The world has no room for fairy tales. Their right of course...
Fly to the stars, fall to the sun, and dance where the sky and the Earth meet.
But I wonder... he murmured quietly, a strange expression crossing his face. If the fairy tales have room for the world?
Unians
Dracoians
Phoenixes
Merpeople
Faeries
Angels

Humans, the forgotten ones.