***Chapter One***
- A Formal Introduction
Disclaimer: Sailormoon does not belong to me. Naoko Takeuchi copyrights Sailormoon. I am not earning profit off this story. I am only listing the disclaimer in the first chapter.
Note: I use the American names in this story. Also, it is being told from Queen Serenity's point of view. Not ^Neo^ QS, but the regular. So obviously she hasn't died yet. One more thing, I made it so that instead of Queen Serenity being born on the moon, she was really born on Earth. Where ease King Edymion was born on the moon. I'm sorry about all the confusion and changes, it's just the way the story came to me.
I walked along the vast, open corridor of my palace. Decorations hung from various places, ones that I had not put up myself. The corridor led into the garden, one of my favorite places in the whole palace. Living here for fourteen years, this had still been my favorite place to be. The flowers bloomed all year round. One thing particularly always made me come back.
The fountain. It was made out of pure marble, white marble. It was oval in shape, where all the water fell. Three columns spurted up from the oval. The first one smallest, the second one taller, and the third one taller then the rest. Water started at the tallest of them, and flowed down into the shape holding the water. Decorated with sapphires and diamonds, it was marvelous. A glass swan floated in the center of it all, decorated with white roses that were changed quit often.
When I first married my king, I wasn't very comfortable around him. I often fled here for security and safety. Never having a garden in my palace on Earth, this place brought a new sensation into my life. The smell of the flowers and the pure beauty of it all. As I grew more, I was more comfortable with Edymion. I still came to the garden, especially when we fought, but he always knew where to find me. We would talk about what had happened, and both of us would always apologize. Then we would talk about other things, and we still do.
My prince is a very nice person, you see. But he never wanted children; he thought they were too loud and far too annoying. I, on the other hand, thought they were God's gift to the world. They were so cute, trying as hard as they could to be accepted into the world, to do things right. Though, try as I might, I never convinced Edymion to have any.
So, there I was, walking along the corridor towards the garden. Not because of a fight, no, merely due to boredom and the need to have something to do. I picked up a red rose, they symbol of love and also my king's trademark. I twirled it about, careful not to prick myself on the thorns. A memory came to me. It was when Edymion and I first came into the garden together…
Edymion picked up the delicate flower and handed it to me. "Here," he said,
"The flower of love for only the most precious person in the universe."
I took in my hands, blushing slightly, and looked at it. I had seen flowers like this on Earth, but not nearly as beautiful. I was about to stick it behind my ear, but the thorn pricked me, opening a small hole for blood to seep through. "Ouch!" I said, dropping the flower and sticking the pricked finger into my mouth to stop the blood.
"Did the thorn hurt you? He asked gently, taking my hand to inspect the small wound.
"Yes," I said, nodding slightly. "How does something so beautiful cause any amount of pain?"
"Nothing is perfect." He stated.
"But it's the flower of love… and it hurt me." I said back, whimpering slightly.
"Love hurts," he replied, shrugging.
I snapped out of the daze, out of my pleasant flashback. At the time, I had believed his words. Their parents had forced them to be together, but that didn't mean they had to love each other. I was afraid of falling in love, for fear of my heart being broken. Fortunately, Edymion's statement proved wrong this time. I put the rose by the fountain and was about to leave when I heard a soft weeping coming from behind me. Slowly turning around, I looked for the one who was making the noise. After looking in all directions, I finally looked down.
There before stood a small child. Her hair was a soft blonde, put up in tiny pigtails, her hair as curly as could be. Mud was smeared across her face, her hands, her arms, and her purple dress. The dress itself had holes in it everywhere. In her hand she held a small rose. She had pricked her finger on it, and a small stream of blood made its way down her tiny little finger. Careful not to scare the child, I took the rose out of her hand and set it on the ground.
Squatting down so I was eyelevel with the child, I took a better glance at her. "What's your name?" I whispered softly, trying to calm the child.
"Serena…" She said between soft sobs.
"Serena? That's a pretty name. How old are you, sweetie?"
"Five…" She responded. I looked at the little girl. She was only five years old. At first I was angry, with my guards mainly. They had let a little child through the gates. What were they doing, sleeping on the job? Then curiosity overcame the anger. What was this child doing here, and where were her parents?
"Where are your parents, Serena?" I asked, still whispering.
"Parents?" The young girl asked. "What are those?"
My head bobbed with alarm. This girl didn't know what parents were.
"Where are you from?" I asked, going from one question to the next.
"I… don't know." She responded meekly.
"Do you live in a house?"
She shook her head from side to side, her curls going with it. "No. I live in a big building. Lots of people live there. They take care of me sometimes, but the other kids are mean."
I sighed with pity. This girl was from off the streets. She probably didn't know how to read or write, but she spoke wonderful English. She didn't use improper words and she annunciated all of them. I picked her up. The light way against my body was a very pleasant feeling. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked her.
"That sounds good. But…what's your name, lady?"
I looked at the girl, unsure of a name to give her. There was a name which everyone called me, Queen Serenity, and Edymion just called me Serenity, but what was this girl to call me?
"Serenity." I stated simply, deciding not to give her the name that was given to me on earth.
"Senity?" She asked.
"Serenity."
"Selenity?"
"Serenity."
"How about I just call you Sel Is that okay with you?"
"Yes," I said, chucking at the fact that she could not pronounce my name. "That sounds fine. Now lets get something to eat."
"Okay." She said, resting her small head upon my shoulder. From that moment on, my life was no longer the same.
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^ Okay, I know its short. Sue me. No…don't. Please! What do you think of the first chapter? Continue? Or stop and take it all off? Please leave reviews!! And I'm very sorry for the shortness of the story. The next one will be longer!
~Quasi
- A Formal Introduction
Disclaimer: Sailormoon does not belong to me. Naoko Takeuchi copyrights Sailormoon. I am not earning profit off this story. I am only listing the disclaimer in the first chapter.
Note: I use the American names in this story. Also, it is being told from Queen Serenity's point of view. Not ^Neo^ QS, but the regular. So obviously she hasn't died yet. One more thing, I made it so that instead of Queen Serenity being born on the moon, she was really born on Earth. Where ease King Edymion was born on the moon. I'm sorry about all the confusion and changes, it's just the way the story came to me.
I walked along the vast, open corridor of my palace. Decorations hung from various places, ones that I had not put up myself. The corridor led into the garden, one of my favorite places in the whole palace. Living here for fourteen years, this had still been my favorite place to be. The flowers bloomed all year round. One thing particularly always made me come back.
The fountain. It was made out of pure marble, white marble. It was oval in shape, where all the water fell. Three columns spurted up from the oval. The first one smallest, the second one taller, and the third one taller then the rest. Water started at the tallest of them, and flowed down into the shape holding the water. Decorated with sapphires and diamonds, it was marvelous. A glass swan floated in the center of it all, decorated with white roses that were changed quit often.
When I first married my king, I wasn't very comfortable around him. I often fled here for security and safety. Never having a garden in my palace on Earth, this place brought a new sensation into my life. The smell of the flowers and the pure beauty of it all. As I grew more, I was more comfortable with Edymion. I still came to the garden, especially when we fought, but he always knew where to find me. We would talk about what had happened, and both of us would always apologize. Then we would talk about other things, and we still do.
My prince is a very nice person, you see. But he never wanted children; he thought they were too loud and far too annoying. I, on the other hand, thought they were God's gift to the world. They were so cute, trying as hard as they could to be accepted into the world, to do things right. Though, try as I might, I never convinced Edymion to have any.
So, there I was, walking along the corridor towards the garden. Not because of a fight, no, merely due to boredom and the need to have something to do. I picked up a red rose, they symbol of love and also my king's trademark. I twirled it about, careful not to prick myself on the thorns. A memory came to me. It was when Edymion and I first came into the garden together…
Edymion picked up the delicate flower and handed it to me. "Here," he said,
"The flower of love for only the most precious person in the universe."
I took in my hands, blushing slightly, and looked at it. I had seen flowers like this on Earth, but not nearly as beautiful. I was about to stick it behind my ear, but the thorn pricked me, opening a small hole for blood to seep through. "Ouch!" I said, dropping the flower and sticking the pricked finger into my mouth to stop the blood.
"Did the thorn hurt you? He asked gently, taking my hand to inspect the small wound.
"Yes," I said, nodding slightly. "How does something so beautiful cause any amount of pain?"
"Nothing is perfect." He stated.
"But it's the flower of love… and it hurt me." I said back, whimpering slightly.
"Love hurts," he replied, shrugging.
I snapped out of the daze, out of my pleasant flashback. At the time, I had believed his words. Their parents had forced them to be together, but that didn't mean they had to love each other. I was afraid of falling in love, for fear of my heart being broken. Fortunately, Edymion's statement proved wrong this time. I put the rose by the fountain and was about to leave when I heard a soft weeping coming from behind me. Slowly turning around, I looked for the one who was making the noise. After looking in all directions, I finally looked down.
There before stood a small child. Her hair was a soft blonde, put up in tiny pigtails, her hair as curly as could be. Mud was smeared across her face, her hands, her arms, and her purple dress. The dress itself had holes in it everywhere. In her hand she held a small rose. She had pricked her finger on it, and a small stream of blood made its way down her tiny little finger. Careful not to scare the child, I took the rose out of her hand and set it on the ground.
Squatting down so I was eyelevel with the child, I took a better glance at her. "What's your name?" I whispered softly, trying to calm the child.
"Serena…" She said between soft sobs.
"Serena? That's a pretty name. How old are you, sweetie?"
"Five…" She responded. I looked at the little girl. She was only five years old. At first I was angry, with my guards mainly. They had let a little child through the gates. What were they doing, sleeping on the job? Then curiosity overcame the anger. What was this child doing here, and where were her parents?
"Where are your parents, Serena?" I asked, still whispering.
"Parents?" The young girl asked. "What are those?"
My head bobbed with alarm. This girl didn't know what parents were.
"Where are you from?" I asked, going from one question to the next.
"I… don't know." She responded meekly.
"Do you live in a house?"
She shook her head from side to side, her curls going with it. "No. I live in a big building. Lots of people live there. They take care of me sometimes, but the other kids are mean."
I sighed with pity. This girl was from off the streets. She probably didn't know how to read or write, but she spoke wonderful English. She didn't use improper words and she annunciated all of them. I picked her up. The light way against my body was a very pleasant feeling. "Would you like something to eat?" I asked her.
"That sounds good. But…what's your name, lady?"
I looked at the girl, unsure of a name to give her. There was a name which everyone called me, Queen Serenity, and Edymion just called me Serenity, but what was this girl to call me?
"Serenity." I stated simply, deciding not to give her the name that was given to me on earth.
"Senity?" She asked.
"Serenity."
"Selenity?"
"Serenity."
"How about I just call you Sel Is that okay with you?"
"Yes," I said, chucking at the fact that she could not pronounce my name. "That sounds fine. Now lets get something to eat."
"Okay." She said, resting her small head upon my shoulder. From that moment on, my life was no longer the same.
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^ Okay, I know its short. Sue me. No…don't. Please! What do you think of the first chapter? Continue? Or stop and take it all off? Please leave reviews!! And I'm very sorry for the shortness of the story. The next one will be longer!
~Quasi