Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon. It belongs to by Naoko Takeuchi.
The Death of a Princess; Serene Demise
She fell to the floor as the palace shook, the boom echoing in the marble hall. Her silver locks cascaded down her pale shoulders as she gripped the ivory silk of her gown. The hands of her guardians grabbed her arms, pulling her to her feet. Courtiers pushed passed her in panic as the four girls flocked around her, rushing her from the once grand ballroom.
Screams filled her world as the fires took over; devouring the room she had just escaped from. Her blue eyes watched as a red haired woman laughed, bolts of darkness snaking out from her. The woman's dark eyes focused on her and they narrowed, a malicious smirk forming on her face.
The woman raised her arms, a large ball of dark energy forming in her palm. Bringing it up, she made as if to throw it, distracted at the last second by the sound of a voice. Her head turned as she listened to the procrastinating voice, her own arguing back. Her arm swiped out, an arc of black following the movement.
The silver haired girl cried out, her feet carrying her automatically to her lover. She pulled him into her lap brushing away his ebony locks that fluttered over his forehead. He opened his dark blue eyes as he smiled weakly up at her. He brushed her hair away gently, brushing his lips against her palm.
She tried to whisper his name, but found her throat too choked up to do so. Tears paved their crystalline paths down her creamy cheeks. They fell, forming small circles of moisture as they hit her lovers' clothes. She pulled him closer, weeping, her guardians being pushed away from her with the escalading fights and panic.
A dark shadow fell over them and the two lovers both looked up. The red headed Queen laughed down at them, tossing a condensed ball of energy up and down in one hand, a gleaming sword in the other. She tossed the dark ball over their heads and they ducked, marble shrapnel piercing their skin.
The man pushed himself up, standing protectively in front of his love. He argued with the older women, pleading with her to leave this Kingdom, and the people who habited it. She refused, asking him in turn to join her, become her lover, her King.
With his refusal she grew mad and raised the sword. She spoked to him one last time, asking him to move, so that she could end the pitiful Princess' life. He declined her request, stiffening his stance in front of his love.
The Princess screamed as the sword pierced his chest, his blood spattering her gown and skin. He fell backwards, into her lap again, her fingers already racing over him, pleading with the Gods to spare him. His bloodied fingers drew her down and placed a soft bloody kiss against her lips. Her tears hit his cheeks and he slipped away, ignoring her calls, as she shook his body. Endymion!! Endymion!!
She raised her tear-stricken face, eyes blind to the panic, to the battles, to the Queen that hovered above her, relishing in her despair. The blue gems focused on themselves, reflected by the silver sword. Slowly, as if something else possessed her, she raised her arm, and took a hold of the hilt.
Pulling it from her lovers' corpse, she stood. The Princess pulled her Princes' body up, so that it leaned against a white pillar. Licking her lips in nervousness, the coppery tang of her lovers' blood filling her mouth, she raised her head proudly, stiffening her arms at the same time. She pointed the sword at her chest, before impaling herself upon it.
She stood still for a few seconds, her blood sliding down her bare back. Her knees weakened and she fell forward, into her lovers' lap. Rose tinted coils lay around her, as what used to be her silver locks fell into pools of blood. Dimly she heard a cry of outrage and denial, in a voice that sounded like her golden haired guardian.
But she was too far gone to fully realise it. Her body shuddered and she clung desperately to her lover, her face buried in his bloody stomach, hiding her from the evil Queen. She coughed, droplets of red staining the shirt her Prince wore.
Another cough and it was all gone. The battle, the Queen, the Palace, her life. Her body became lax and Serenity, Heiress to the Lunar Throne and Princess of the Silver Millennium was gone. Gone to find her Prince. Wherever that might be.
AN: Sooo there you have it. Serenity. If there's any mistakes could you please tell me as I'd like to correct them. My editor's been a bit sick so it's just me looking over these stories. Next up- Venus