The Trial of Sailor Earth: Prologue
The trees swayed gently in the Spring breeze, and small flower buds were
appearing everywhere. Crowds of people thronged into the park to enjoy the first day of
sunshine in the year. Parents watched hyper children, adults walked dogs, and old people
enjoyed the warmth. The atmosphere was exuberant in anticipation of Summer.
Off the main path of the park, far away from the crowds in the middle of a dense
secluded grove of trees, stood a lone figure, staring at a large Oak tree. Lysandria stepped
towards it slowly. It had been calling to her all Winter, but she had managed to resist its
pull until this morning, when the call had become too powerful to resist and she had
relented and come to see it.
Now she was here, however, she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't doubt the fact
that the tree had called her, strange as it seemed. Her life was strange enough that that
seemed relatively normal. What it wanted of her though, was a mystery.
At a loss, she raised her hands and placed them on the rough bark. Instantly, her
vision went black and she was gently but firmly swept back into the recesses of her own
mind, a mere spectator as the consciousness that had invaded her scanned through her
memories. Helpless but strangely unafraid, she was forced to relive her memories, all the
way back to her birth, and beyond, to the other memories that had been with her all her
life. As if searching for something, the presence left no thought unturned, and soon she
was lost in recollection.
Countless lives flashed before her eyes. She was a soldier, a mercenary, a warrior,
a farmer, a priestess, a hunter, a noble, a horse-breeder, a thief, an assassin. She was born
wealthy and poor, died of sickness, in battle, and was murdered. Her lives spanned
thousands of years.
They all, however, had three things in common. She never reached the age of
nineteen, and she never experienced love. It was as if she was doomed to drift aimlessly
from life to life alone, for all time.
The memories had been with her all her life, and she had never doubted their
truth. When she had realized that no one around her remembered such vivid past-lives,
she had kept them to herself, but they plagued her constantly, as she recalled some and
forgot others on a regular basis. There were just too many to remember al at once.
But there was one that she would never forget, one burned in her memory for all
time. The life where it all began. Her first life. A life that took place so long ago that no
history books recorded it. Her life in the Silver Millennium.
As if the thought of the Silver Millennium was a key, a wave of recognition
washed over her from the spirit of the tree, and the ransacking of her memories stopped.
She felt her hands slide suddenly right through the trunk of the tree, and clasp
around a long narrow object. It felt comfortably familiar, and a wave of hope threatened
to over-come her. It seemed to belong in her hands, almost an extension of herself.
A voice echoed through the depths of her mind. It spoke confusingly, recalling the
time when the object was entrusted into its care, and how it had been given true sentience
to protect it. It told her of the Sailor Scouts, and the danger threatening them. It begged
her to accept responsibility for the object and seek out the Scouts and the Moon Princess.
As suddenly as it had come, the presence was gone. Lysandria drew her hands
slowly out of the trunk, clutching the object tightly, seeking comfort in its warmth. It was
a long, intricately carved ebony staff. Beautiful images ran up its length, constantly
changing, evolving. Nestled on its top was a fist-sized emerald, the shade of fresh grass,
which seemed to pulsate in time with her heart-beat.
It seemed that the staff had once again fallen into the possession of its rightful
owner. Kami, how she had missed it all these centuries! She tightened her hands around it
protectively.
But its return signified something much larger. Something frightening. The tree
had told her the Sailor Scouts had returned. They were back, at last, after all the
thousands of years of waiting. And the staff signified that she was once again who she
was meant to be.
She knew she must go to them at once. The compulsion to find the Moon Princess
and the desire to see Darien was strong. But now that the time had finally arrived, she felt
strangely reluctant. Was it such a good idea? She knew the scouts didn't like her, and
when it came right down to it she was no longer sure Darien did either. All the possible
negative reactions her arrival could provoke presented themselves to her and her natural
shyness did the rest. She was suddenly fearful of meeting them. What would they say?
What would they think? What would they do? Doubts and fears preyed upon her causing
a frown of worry to mar her features.
Without thought, she requested the staff to cease the eternal flow of carved
images it presented, and disguise its crystal. Then she turned and walked slowly from the
park and home, lost in thought.
People around her only saw a stunningly beautiful but troubled-looking teen
holding a big hiking stick. But to more perceptive eyes, much more was evident.
Everywhere she walked, trees grew taller, grass grew greener, and flowers bloomed more
beautifully. Animals grew stronger and looked with interest, curiosity, and adoration on
the Staff of Earth, and it's possessor, Sailor Earth. As the Earth itself rejoiced in her
return, the watching eyes continued their surveillance.
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Everyone turned to Serena for an opinion. She blinked at them. "What were we
talking about again?" she asked with a smile. Mina fell back on the bed in despair and
Rei started yelling at their 'brain-dead' leader. "What? You mean you haven't even been
LISTENING to me? But this is IMPORTANT! You're so childish! Can't you just pay
ATTENTION for a while?"
Rei continued her rant, while the more patient Amy tried to fill Serena in on the
topic they had been discussing for the past half an hour. Rei had had a foreboding dream,
in which she saw a girl of about their own age, 18 or 19, dressed in a sailor fuku and
carrying a wooden staff. The dream-scape had been hazy, but a heavy ominous aura
surrounded everything, and it seemed that a great new danger was on its way. So, she had
called the scouts together to meet at the temple to warn them.
Lita had by this time calmed Rei down again, and Mina sat up and spoke. "Well
you guys, it seems that the dream is pretty clear. There is some new enemy coming that
we have to watch out for. And this girl that's dressed like us, she's a part of it. We should
be extra watchful for the next few weeks."
Everyone agreed, and they promised to meet again the following day to discuss it.
They wandered away from the temple then, one by one, contemplating what the dream
could mean. They would have stayed longer, but in their first year of college, they had a
lot of other obligations on their hands that they would have to take care of if they were
going to dedicate a lot of time soon to scout business.
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He leaned forward in the space capsule, eager for his first glimpse of Earth. After
all, it was supposed to be his new home. And his bride-to-be would be waiting for him.
But as his capsule approached the planet, he felt an enormous battle taking place around
it. The ki being thrown back and forth seemed so thick one could touch it. Fury took hold.
Someone was trying to destroy HIS planet and HIS girl! He had to stop them! He
gathered all the energy he could muster and projected it towards the battle as hard as he
could, forcing everything he had to join the stream of light that was attempting to throw
back the darkness.
Something felt him. A counter-attack raced towards him. He tried to pull his
energy back to block it but he was over-extended. Panic rise up within him. There was
nothing he could do. The blaze of ki hit his capsule with the force of a several suns. He
felt a searing agony burn through him and screamed out.
Suddenly through the pain he saw in his mind the image of a beautiful young girl,
who reached out to him and touched him, with an expression of infinite sorrow. "I'm so
sorry… We will meet again. I promise." With one last burst of pain, all feeling vanished,
and he knew no more. Out in the vastness of space, a capsule drifted aimlessly, and
lifelessly.
Trunks woke with a start, sitting up in panic and breathing heavily. Sweat coated
his body and the sheets were in crumpled disarray around him. He took a deep breath and
slowly rubbed his face with his hands, trying to slow down the rapid beating of his heart.
It was the third night in a row he had endured that same nightmare. Journeying to
the planet, joining the battle, being mortally wounded, and then the girl. Whoever she
was. She seemed familiar, and that was almost more disturbing than the dreams
themselves. He felt he should know her, should find her. He wanted to talk to someone
about the dreams, but who could he tell? His mother would worry; his father would either
laugh or be disgusted.
But it was becoming a problem. Just like the two previous nights, he knew he
wouldn't sleep again that night. He felt unrested and tired, but rose anyway and dressed.
He would ignore the dream again, but he knew he could not go without proper sleep
forever.
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TBC
Ok peeps what do you think? I CRAVE feedback. This is the start of a fic I've
been meaning to write for ages, and I finally sat down and did it tonight. Yea for me!
Anyway I need lots of feedback. What you think, what you want. Does anyone have an
opinion as to whether I should use Trunks or Mirai Trunks? Mirai Trunks I know more
about, but if it were Trunks, then Goten would be around for a convenient love interest
for one (or more) of the scouts.
Anyway all you really need to know is that the scouts and the z-warriors have met
before. No I haven't written about it (although if you're stuck you could use my
Chronicles of the Challenge fic, they meet there) but you have surely read one where they
meet before, so just use your imagination. ?
Ok so now is the part where you give me two or three words of feedback. I have a
pretty nice story planned, with major possibility of a sequal with Gundam Wing. So
REVIW! Or I will send my evil minions after you…….;)
The trees swayed gently in the Spring breeze, and small flower buds were
appearing everywhere. Crowds of people thronged into the park to enjoy the first day of
sunshine in the year. Parents watched hyper children, adults walked dogs, and old people
enjoyed the warmth. The atmosphere was exuberant in anticipation of Summer.
Off the main path of the park, far away from the crowds in the middle of a dense
secluded grove of trees, stood a lone figure, staring at a large Oak tree. Lysandria stepped
towards it slowly. It had been calling to her all Winter, but she had managed to resist its
pull until this morning, when the call had become too powerful to resist and she had
relented and come to see it.
Now she was here, however, she wasn't sure what to do. She didn't doubt the fact
that the tree had called her, strange as it seemed. Her life was strange enough that that
seemed relatively normal. What it wanted of her though, was a mystery.
At a loss, she raised her hands and placed them on the rough bark. Instantly, her
vision went black and she was gently but firmly swept back into the recesses of her own
mind, a mere spectator as the consciousness that had invaded her scanned through her
memories. Helpless but strangely unafraid, she was forced to relive her memories, all the
way back to her birth, and beyond, to the other memories that had been with her all her
life. As if searching for something, the presence left no thought unturned, and soon she
was lost in recollection.
Countless lives flashed before her eyes. She was a soldier, a mercenary, a warrior,
a farmer, a priestess, a hunter, a noble, a horse-breeder, a thief, an assassin. She was born
wealthy and poor, died of sickness, in battle, and was murdered. Her lives spanned
thousands of years.
They all, however, had three things in common. She never reached the age of
nineteen, and she never experienced love. It was as if she was doomed to drift aimlessly
from life to life alone, for all time.
The memories had been with her all her life, and she had never doubted their
truth. When she had realized that no one around her remembered such vivid past-lives,
she had kept them to herself, but they plagued her constantly, as she recalled some and
forgot others on a regular basis. There were just too many to remember al at once.
But there was one that she would never forget, one burned in her memory for all
time. The life where it all began. Her first life. A life that took place so long ago that no
history books recorded it. Her life in the Silver Millennium.
As if the thought of the Silver Millennium was a key, a wave of recognition
washed over her from the spirit of the tree, and the ransacking of her memories stopped.
She felt her hands slide suddenly right through the trunk of the tree, and clasp
around a long narrow object. It felt comfortably familiar, and a wave of hope threatened
to over-come her. It seemed to belong in her hands, almost an extension of herself.
A voice echoed through the depths of her mind. It spoke confusingly, recalling the
time when the object was entrusted into its care, and how it had been given true sentience
to protect it. It told her of the Sailor Scouts, and the danger threatening them. It begged
her to accept responsibility for the object and seek out the Scouts and the Moon Princess.
As suddenly as it had come, the presence was gone. Lysandria drew her hands
slowly out of the trunk, clutching the object tightly, seeking comfort in its warmth. It was
a long, intricately carved ebony staff. Beautiful images ran up its length, constantly
changing, evolving. Nestled on its top was a fist-sized emerald, the shade of fresh grass,
which seemed to pulsate in time with her heart-beat.
It seemed that the staff had once again fallen into the possession of its rightful
owner. Kami, how she had missed it all these centuries! She tightened her hands around it
protectively.
But its return signified something much larger. Something frightening. The tree
had told her the Sailor Scouts had returned. They were back, at last, after all the
thousands of years of waiting. And the staff signified that she was once again who she
was meant to be.
She knew she must go to them at once. The compulsion to find the Moon Princess
and the desire to see Darien was strong. But now that the time had finally arrived, she felt
strangely reluctant. Was it such a good idea? She knew the scouts didn't like her, and
when it came right down to it she was no longer sure Darien did either. All the possible
negative reactions her arrival could provoke presented themselves to her and her natural
shyness did the rest. She was suddenly fearful of meeting them. What would they say?
What would they think? What would they do? Doubts and fears preyed upon her causing
a frown of worry to mar her features.
Without thought, she requested the staff to cease the eternal flow of carved
images it presented, and disguise its crystal. Then she turned and walked slowly from the
park and home, lost in thought.
People around her only saw a stunningly beautiful but troubled-looking teen
holding a big hiking stick. But to more perceptive eyes, much more was evident.
Everywhere she walked, trees grew taller, grass grew greener, and flowers bloomed more
beautifully. Animals grew stronger and looked with interest, curiosity, and adoration on
the Staff of Earth, and it's possessor, Sailor Earth. As the Earth itself rejoiced in her
return, the watching eyes continued their surveillance.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Everyone turned to Serena for an opinion. She blinked at them. "What were we
talking about again?" she asked with a smile. Mina fell back on the bed in despair and
Rei started yelling at their 'brain-dead' leader. "What? You mean you haven't even been
LISTENING to me? But this is IMPORTANT! You're so childish! Can't you just pay
ATTENTION for a while?"
Rei continued her rant, while the more patient Amy tried to fill Serena in on the
topic they had been discussing for the past half an hour. Rei had had a foreboding dream,
in which she saw a girl of about their own age, 18 or 19, dressed in a sailor fuku and
carrying a wooden staff. The dream-scape had been hazy, but a heavy ominous aura
surrounded everything, and it seemed that a great new danger was on its way. So, she had
called the scouts together to meet at the temple to warn them.
Lita had by this time calmed Rei down again, and Mina sat up and spoke. "Well
you guys, it seems that the dream is pretty clear. There is some new enemy coming that
we have to watch out for. And this girl that's dressed like us, she's a part of it. We should
be extra watchful for the next few weeks."
Everyone agreed, and they promised to meet again the following day to discuss it.
They wandered away from the temple then, one by one, contemplating what the dream
could mean. They would have stayed longer, but in their first year of college, they had a
lot of other obligations on their hands that they would have to take care of if they were
going to dedicate a lot of time soon to scout business.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He leaned forward in the space capsule, eager for his first glimpse of Earth. After
all, it was supposed to be his new home. And his bride-to-be would be waiting for him.
But as his capsule approached the planet, he felt an enormous battle taking place around
it. The ki being thrown back and forth seemed so thick one could touch it. Fury took hold.
Someone was trying to destroy HIS planet and HIS girl! He had to stop them! He
gathered all the energy he could muster and projected it towards the battle as hard as he
could, forcing everything he had to join the stream of light that was attempting to throw
back the darkness.
Something felt him. A counter-attack raced towards him. He tried to pull his
energy back to block it but he was over-extended. Panic rise up within him. There was
nothing he could do. The blaze of ki hit his capsule with the force of a several suns. He
felt a searing agony burn through him and screamed out.
Suddenly through the pain he saw in his mind the image of a beautiful young girl,
who reached out to him and touched him, with an expression of infinite sorrow. "I'm so
sorry… We will meet again. I promise." With one last burst of pain, all feeling vanished,
and he knew no more. Out in the vastness of space, a capsule drifted aimlessly, and
lifelessly.
Trunks woke with a start, sitting up in panic and breathing heavily. Sweat coated
his body and the sheets were in crumpled disarray around him. He took a deep breath and
slowly rubbed his face with his hands, trying to slow down the rapid beating of his heart.
It was the third night in a row he had endured that same nightmare. Journeying to
the planet, joining the battle, being mortally wounded, and then the girl. Whoever she
was. She seemed familiar, and that was almost more disturbing than the dreams
themselves. He felt he should know her, should find her. He wanted to talk to someone
about the dreams, but who could he tell? His mother would worry; his father would either
laugh or be disgusted.
But it was becoming a problem. Just like the two previous nights, he knew he
wouldn't sleep again that night. He felt unrested and tired, but rose anyway and dressed.
He would ignore the dream again, but he knew he could not go without proper sleep
forever.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
TBC
Ok peeps what do you think? I CRAVE feedback. This is the start of a fic I've
been meaning to write for ages, and I finally sat down and did it tonight. Yea for me!
Anyway I need lots of feedback. What you think, what you want. Does anyone have an
opinion as to whether I should use Trunks or Mirai Trunks? Mirai Trunks I know more
about, but if it were Trunks, then Goten would be around for a convenient love interest
for one (or more) of the scouts.
Anyway all you really need to know is that the scouts and the z-warriors have met
before. No I haven't written about it (although if you're stuck you could use my
Chronicles of the Challenge fic, they meet there) but you have surely read one where they
meet before, so just use your imagination. ?
Ok so now is the part where you give me two or three words of feedback. I have a
pretty nice story planned, with major possibility of a sequal with Gundam Wing. So
REVIW! Or I will send my evil minions after you…….;)