Prologue: Lilies
Disclaimer: I don't own Nightseer or Sailor Moon (I remembered the disclaimer!)
This is a crossover with Nightseer! I don't know if anyone has
read that book but I like it so I am doing a crossover with it! It doesn't
matter if you have read the book or not because I will provide enough info
in the story, so everyone will understand!
A young Usagi finds a silver cross and get transported to Wyrthe
where she meets Keleios and the adventures and nightmares begin...
I know I haven't finished my other story yet but I have writers
block for that and this popped into my head. Please Review. I need to know
if I should continue. I already have more written but I want to know what
you think before I continue.
"Prophecy begins with a child's nightmare." - Prologue of Nightseer, Laurell K. Hamilton
A melodious giggle was heard through out the meadow, matching
the bright sunny day. The clear blue sky shone brightly as the sun washed
everything in it's warm beams of golden light. A child's voice was heard
before anyone was seen in the vast field. It was full of laughter and the
innocence of youth.
"Hurry up, Mommy!" She called, as the small child came skipping
over the hill. The first thing you noticed about this child was her hair,
it was an extraordinary shade of blonde, no that did not do it justice,
with the sun glinting off her hair, it looked like the purest of gold spun
into silky tendrils. She let the hair loose and it flowed down her back
in a golden cascade, reaching toward her waist. Her eyes were the next
thing you noticed, they were the palest of blue, almost a silvery color,
framed with full black lashes, batting lightly against her skin. Her eyes
were like the startling eyes of a husky, but not cold, warm and full of
laughter. Her skin was a creamy gold, unflawed and smooth. Her light white
summer dress fluttered in the light, warm wind. Pale pink and blue flowers
decorated the bottom rim, with words sewed into them. If you didn't know
that they were there you would have most likely missed them. They flowed,
cursively through the flowers edge. Even though she was only a child, you
could tell already that she would be a beautiful lady when she grew older.
She was only three years old, but you could see the intelligence of someone
much older when you saw her.
Her mother passed over the hill to see her daughter already
kneeling among the wild flowers of vast colors. She lifted her hand to
push back a pale slip of silver hair. Although her daughter was of golden
colors, she herself was of fair colors. Her skin was pale and it almost
seemed to have a white light flowing lightly above her skin, making her
seem all the more beautiful. Her hair was such a real silver, that it looked
tinted with purple in some light. It was lifted up into an elaborate style
with may clips and pins. Some was put into loops of hair, ending in four
small buns around her head, while the rest flowed free, blowing free in
the light summer wind. The sun bounced off her hair, making it look shining,
almost angel like. Her eyes were also the same silver, but it had flecks
of darkness in them. Unlike her daughter, her emotions did not show up
in her eyes, they were as cold as the winter sky.
She still looked physically young but the weight of the ages
showed in her eyes. She was wearing a dark dress, matching the flecks in
her eyes. It was a startling contrast to her pale skin, bringing emphasis
to her hair and skin. Silver designs ran delicately over the edges of the
dress. If you looked closely at them you would see that they formed words
of an ancient language, that some would not even know how to pronounce
much less understand, but the mother understood and made sure her daughter
did, for she knew it was important for her future. The same words decorated
her daughters dress. A smile slowly made its way onto her face as she watched
her daughter. The smile made her even more beautiful, if that was possible.
Her daughter was now laughing at some unknown joke, running
through the flowers picking one every once and a while. Her bare feet ran
over the uneven ground, never hitting a rock, nor thistle. She moved with
ease that you would never expect of a three year old. Her light dress never
catching on the flowers, never scraping her skin. She flowed through the
field with unnatural grace. As her small hands filled with flowers she
turned and ran back to her mother, who was still standing on the top of
the hill, the breeze lightly moving her dark dress.
"Look, Mommy," She giggled, showing her flowers to her mother.
She nodded and smiled. She opened her pale pink lips and said
in a voice that sounded like it was a sirens, sweet and melodious, "They're
lovely, honey, just like you." She tapped her daughters little button nose
lightly and knelt in the grass beside her, making sure not to ruin her
dress. She looked down at the flowers and noticed that they were all the
same flower, lilies in fact. She scanned the meadow quickly and saw that
there were no lilies, and never had been. "Where did you get those, honey?"
she asked lightly, taking a single flower from her daughters hands. They
were in full bloom and sparkled silvery white. They were like nothing she
had ever seen. Unlike normal white lilies, these had more of a silver tint
and where the yellow usually was in the center now was pure gold. They
were absolutely beautiful. Her daughter had maybe more than two dozen in
her arms, cradled like a baby. The smell swirled around them in a mist,
almost like an expensive perfume. Her daughter hadn't answered her question
yet. She was fiddling with one of the flowers, trying to put it behind
her ear. Her mother lifted one elegant hand and took the flower from the
child's small hands. She began to weave it through the girls hair as she
asked again, "Where did you find these?"
"I don't know, Mommy." She replied innocently. "I picked pretty
flowers!"
The mother sighed, standing slowly. She knew that her daughter
was ignorant of the importance of the flowers so she left it alone. As
she stood she held a hand out for her daughter to grasp, not bothering
to dust off her dress. The young girl reached one small hand toward her
mothers, flowers pushed into her other arm. She held her mothers hand,
as she led them back over the hill. When they made it over the crest she
stopped for a moment to take in the beauty. White marble gleamed in the
sunlight, crystal shone and the granite shimmered. Tall towers of white
marble surrounded the many brick and granite buildings. Thin roads covered
by may people of all ages, led up to a diamond in the center of the city.
In the middle of the gleaming diamond was a large marble palace. Columns
of crystal led up to the large, white doors. Water ran in streams, decorating
the walkway. From a distance it looked pure white, but she knew closer
up that there were flowers of every color. Roses were wrapped around the
columns and bushes surrounded the palace. The royal garden was large and
extraordinary. Almost every flower in the universe was in that garden.
It was open to the public and they were able to take small samples of plants
for their own gardens.
The young child and her mother walked gracefully toward the
city, a path of silvery cobblestones appeared beneath their feet. As they
entered the city people turned and smiled and nodded or bowed slightly.
They were all terribly friendly. "Good afternoon, Serenity-sama." The mother
turned toward the voice.
"Hello, old friend." She smiled lightly. The women standing
in front of them was tall and regal. She was mostly made up of dark colors,
the opposite of her friend. She had dark skin that almost seemed tanned,
but it never faded. Her hair was a dark color, almost black but in the
light of the sun you could see the green shining through. The hair was
halfway down her thighs and was up in a half bun. Her eyes were a deep
garnet, matching the stone on her staff. Her staff was silver with a garnet
stone mounted on the top with silver bars over top almost like a heart.
She was wearing a simple gown of black with undertones of dark green. It
fit slimly with simple black shoes peaking out beneath. The woman smiled
then kneeled down next to the young girl.
"What lovely flowers you have there, Princess." The woman said,
looking at the the lilies, one eyebrow lifted. She lift one hand and gently
brushed her hand against the flower in the girls hair.
The child looked up in glee. She giggled and said, "Mommy said
that they were pretty, too!"
The woman looked up at the girls mother, giving her a meaningful
glance. She too knew the importance of the flowers and also knew that the
Queen had thought right in not telling her child their significance.
"You run on ahead, Princess, I need to talk with your mother."
She said, without breaking eye contact with the Queen.
"Okey dokey!" She laughed, giving both adults quick half hugs
before skipping away.
Both women were silent until the little girl was lost in the
throng of people. The woman grabbed her staff and used it to pull herself
to her feet. She dusted off any dirt and look back at her Queen. They stayed
silent, giving each other heavy eye contact.
"You know?" The woman said, finally breaking the silence.
"Yes, and I also know why she isn't allowed to know yet." The
Queen replied.
"How?"
"You will know in time, old friend, you will know." With that
she turned and left, blending into the crowd.
'How did she become more mysterious then me?' The woman
thought, disappearing in a swirl of dark smoke, to the time gates.
So what did you think!? I know that there's no crossover yet but it
will come soon! Please review!!! I need to know if I should continue!
Silver-chan