JUST A STANDARD DISCLAIMER
I don't own SailorMoon, or any of the characters except those I'll note as I introduce. I suppose, in a way, I do kind of own this plotline & story, so please don't take them, or build off of them until asking (I rarely refuse permission!). I'm a full time student, have a part-time minimum wage job, a maxed out Visa, and two cats to feed. There really is no need to sue me, as you won't get much.
INTRODUCTION: A MESSAGE FROM XANTHE
My name is Xanthe, aka StarFyre, and this is my first SM fic posted at FanFiction.Net. I don't own Sailor Moon, of course; this is just a work of fan-fiction using the same characters made famous in the manga and anime. I'm using the English names, because even though I've seen all the episodes in Japanese and in English, I'm more familiar with the English version (and, besides, I don't speak Japanese... yet!) I know there are some of you out there who think this is a travesty, and it very well may be, but it's the way I'm doing things for now, so bear with me, please. :)
This story may or may not go along with the Crystal Tokyo plot as it is in the manga/anime; I'm not sure yet. If it doesn't, then please understand that that's the beauty of fan fiction: you can tell whatever story you want, whether or not it's 'correct.'
I have a fairly busy schedule, so unless I get into one of my "must- write-fanfic-now!" moods (which hasn't happened in well over a year, I might add), I'll probably not continue this fic unless someone shows interest. Now, I'm not saying "Please review!!! NOW!!," I'm just trying to point out that if you're interested in the story, or found it enjoyable, drop me a line letting me know so I can work my ass of and finally FINISH something, for a change. ;-)
If you'd like the story emailed to you, feel free to drop me a line. I don't mind, as long as you're not selling it, or publicly mocking it (I think that would bother me a tiny bit), or plagiarizing it on your website (has been done, did not turn out well...).
That should be it. Thank you for reading The Moonlight Chronicles (eh, the title needs work).
Xanthe aka StarFyre
StarFire@Pajama-Cat.Com
THE MOONLIGHT CHRONICLES: Rose War Era, A Time of Loss
Prologue
It was night, dark and cold. An evil sleep fell upon my beloved Crystal Tokyo, and there it haunted us for many years. The Queen – Neo Queen Serenity – gave daily public announcements from a balcony in the palace, telling us all that everything would be okay, and that goodness, light, and love from within would prevail, and shield us from any harm. I believed her then, as I still believe her now, even though faith is hard to grasp in times such as they were.
Her messages were poignant and strong, yet passionate and tender. They held hope for the future, and hope for Crystal Tokyo. I remember one, in particular detail.
The Queen was dressed all in white that day – silk, I remember thinking to myself, though I can't be sure – with her hair in its usual fashion, and King Endymion by her side. Her voice echoed throughout the Kingdom without assistance – that's how powerful her message was, and how self- assured I thought she must be. Yet, even at it's most powerful, her voice didn't strike fear or worry into any hearts that day; quite the contrary, it was as if an angel were singing its praises, glorious and free.
There was a moment in her speech that she began to tear up, but remained strong for her people. I noticed that the King pressed his hand against hers, and lent her his courage to finish. What a sight they were! A fairytale couple, the two of them, never more in love than they were at the present; rarely an angry word spoken between them.
From a tree-top near the palace gates, I sat each morning, and awaited her words of kindness and of strength. I used to imagine for hours upon end that one day she would see me for who I really was. Surely she, the Queen of the New Era, the one with such a pure heart, and loving nature, would see what no one else did; would see that I was 'different.' These daydreams took me out of this reality, and often caused me to speak or giggle amongst others who knew none the better. I was but a child at the time, and I enjoyed such reveries, whether or not the other children didn't quite understand.
Then, one morning, while I was waiting atop a tree limb for the fair Queen's speech, I was so caught up in this self-created world that I lost my balance and fell into the gardens below. I was so frightened! What would mama say? Or papa? I told myself that I would tell them that I had been injured not on the rosebushes outside the palace, but that I had tripped and fallen somewhere else… the details would have to come on my journey home. They didn't need to know where I had been, or what I was doing, or how I had become so careless. They wouldn't understand; I knew they wouldn't.
I didn't even realize I was crying until someone came along and asked if I was okay. This person was the Queen herself – Serenity! Oh, the shame and humiliation I felt when I realized that this was the person I admired most in life, and who, in my dreams, had befriended me for so long; and here I was, crying in front of her! What must she have thought of me?!
I tried to run away, if nothing more than to save face, but she caught my shoulders and helped me away from the thorny vines that had entangled my legs. It was then that I looked into her eyes – so blue! – And she, in turn, into mine. For a split second, I thought she saw! I thought she knew! I thought, maybe, she could see what I longed for, and what I had inside of me that no one else knew about! But then I realized that she only saw in me what she saw in everyone else: a kind heart, and a good soul. There was nothing special about me, to her, even though I knew that deep down there was something fierce brewing inside. If only she could've seen then. If only.
After this brief encounter, I went home, and told my mother and father exactly what I had planned: that I had fallen somewhere that wasn't near the palace, as I had been forbidden to be there.
Weeks passed before I had courage enough to face the Palace again. I was afraid she might see me, and remember me as I had been when we first met – a scared little girl with scratches on her legs. Even in my daydreams, that's what I felt. The dream-friend – the only friend – I thought I had now thought me nothing more than a crying child. But before too long, I decided I must see her again, even from afar.
One early morning, I dressed and crept out of the house unnoticed by any. Atop my tree, I waited, my eyes fixed to the balcony where my dear 'friend' had often been seen. For hours, I waited, in hopes of catching even a glimpse through the windows; but dawn turned to day, and day then to night, and she never did appear. I thought this just a fluke! She must've overslept, or taken a day off; surely there was a reasonable excuse for her not stepping one foot outside that day!
But it was no fluke, nor was it something I had imagined. For days after that, I waited, watching intently upon windows and doorways, and gates. For days I sat atop that tree waiting for even her silhouette in the draped windows.
But she never did appear.
Yes, it's supposed to be this confusing at first. :) I'll try and get some more relevant stuff online next week, because I have nothing but 8 hours to kill when I'm at work during the day. I hope you've enjoyed it, and even if you haven't, reading makes you smarter, so it's not been a complete waste of your time. –Xanthe.
I don't own SailorMoon, or any of the characters except those I'll note as I introduce. I suppose, in a way, I do kind of own this plotline & story, so please don't take them, or build off of them until asking (I rarely refuse permission!). I'm a full time student, have a part-time minimum wage job, a maxed out Visa, and two cats to feed. There really is no need to sue me, as you won't get much.
INTRODUCTION: A MESSAGE FROM XANTHE
My name is Xanthe, aka StarFyre, and this is my first SM fic posted at FanFiction.Net. I don't own Sailor Moon, of course; this is just a work of fan-fiction using the same characters made famous in the manga and anime. I'm using the English names, because even though I've seen all the episodes in Japanese and in English, I'm more familiar with the English version (and, besides, I don't speak Japanese... yet!) I know there are some of you out there who think this is a travesty, and it very well may be, but it's the way I'm doing things for now, so bear with me, please. :)
This story may or may not go along with the Crystal Tokyo plot as it is in the manga/anime; I'm not sure yet. If it doesn't, then please understand that that's the beauty of fan fiction: you can tell whatever story you want, whether or not it's 'correct.'
I have a fairly busy schedule, so unless I get into one of my "must- write-fanfic-now!" moods (which hasn't happened in well over a year, I might add), I'll probably not continue this fic unless someone shows interest. Now, I'm not saying "Please review!!! NOW!!," I'm just trying to point out that if you're interested in the story, or found it enjoyable, drop me a line letting me know so I can work my ass of and finally FINISH something, for a change. ;-)
If you'd like the story emailed to you, feel free to drop me a line. I don't mind, as long as you're not selling it, or publicly mocking it (I think that would bother me a tiny bit), or plagiarizing it on your website (has been done, did not turn out well...).
That should be it. Thank you for reading The Moonlight Chronicles (eh, the title needs work).
Xanthe aka StarFyre
StarFire@Pajama-Cat.Com
THE MOONLIGHT CHRONICLES: Rose War Era, A Time of Loss
Prologue
It was night, dark and cold. An evil sleep fell upon my beloved Crystal Tokyo, and there it haunted us for many years. The Queen – Neo Queen Serenity – gave daily public announcements from a balcony in the palace, telling us all that everything would be okay, and that goodness, light, and love from within would prevail, and shield us from any harm. I believed her then, as I still believe her now, even though faith is hard to grasp in times such as they were.
Her messages were poignant and strong, yet passionate and tender. They held hope for the future, and hope for Crystal Tokyo. I remember one, in particular detail.
The Queen was dressed all in white that day – silk, I remember thinking to myself, though I can't be sure – with her hair in its usual fashion, and King Endymion by her side. Her voice echoed throughout the Kingdom without assistance – that's how powerful her message was, and how self- assured I thought she must be. Yet, even at it's most powerful, her voice didn't strike fear or worry into any hearts that day; quite the contrary, it was as if an angel were singing its praises, glorious and free.
There was a moment in her speech that she began to tear up, but remained strong for her people. I noticed that the King pressed his hand against hers, and lent her his courage to finish. What a sight they were! A fairytale couple, the two of them, never more in love than they were at the present; rarely an angry word spoken between them.
From a tree-top near the palace gates, I sat each morning, and awaited her words of kindness and of strength. I used to imagine for hours upon end that one day she would see me for who I really was. Surely she, the Queen of the New Era, the one with such a pure heart, and loving nature, would see what no one else did; would see that I was 'different.' These daydreams took me out of this reality, and often caused me to speak or giggle amongst others who knew none the better. I was but a child at the time, and I enjoyed such reveries, whether or not the other children didn't quite understand.
Then, one morning, while I was waiting atop a tree limb for the fair Queen's speech, I was so caught up in this self-created world that I lost my balance and fell into the gardens below. I was so frightened! What would mama say? Or papa? I told myself that I would tell them that I had been injured not on the rosebushes outside the palace, but that I had tripped and fallen somewhere else… the details would have to come on my journey home. They didn't need to know where I had been, or what I was doing, or how I had become so careless. They wouldn't understand; I knew they wouldn't.
I didn't even realize I was crying until someone came along and asked if I was okay. This person was the Queen herself – Serenity! Oh, the shame and humiliation I felt when I realized that this was the person I admired most in life, and who, in my dreams, had befriended me for so long; and here I was, crying in front of her! What must she have thought of me?!
I tried to run away, if nothing more than to save face, but she caught my shoulders and helped me away from the thorny vines that had entangled my legs. It was then that I looked into her eyes – so blue! – And she, in turn, into mine. For a split second, I thought she saw! I thought she knew! I thought, maybe, she could see what I longed for, and what I had inside of me that no one else knew about! But then I realized that she only saw in me what she saw in everyone else: a kind heart, and a good soul. There was nothing special about me, to her, even though I knew that deep down there was something fierce brewing inside. If only she could've seen then. If only.
After this brief encounter, I went home, and told my mother and father exactly what I had planned: that I had fallen somewhere that wasn't near the palace, as I had been forbidden to be there.
Weeks passed before I had courage enough to face the Palace again. I was afraid she might see me, and remember me as I had been when we first met – a scared little girl with scratches on her legs. Even in my daydreams, that's what I felt. The dream-friend – the only friend – I thought I had now thought me nothing more than a crying child. But before too long, I decided I must see her again, even from afar.
One early morning, I dressed and crept out of the house unnoticed by any. Atop my tree, I waited, my eyes fixed to the balcony where my dear 'friend' had often been seen. For hours, I waited, in hopes of catching even a glimpse through the windows; but dawn turned to day, and day then to night, and she never did appear. I thought this just a fluke! She must've overslept, or taken a day off; surely there was a reasonable excuse for her not stepping one foot outside that day!
But it was no fluke, nor was it something I had imagined. For days after that, I waited, watching intently upon windows and doorways, and gates. For days I sat atop that tree waiting for even her silhouette in the draped windows.
But she never did appear.
Yes, it's supposed to be this confusing at first. :) I'll try and get some more relevant stuff online next week, because I have nothing but 8 hours to kill when I'm at work during the day. I hope you've enjoyed it, and even if you haven't, reading makes you smarter, so it's not been a complete waste of your time. –Xanthe.