Entwined Fates
By Morgan Ray
Between Episode 35 and 36: After Mamoru is taken, Rei offers a pray, which leads to a revelation about the Dark Kingdom. How did Metalia recruit her army? What secrets of the Moon kingdom have been labeled taboo?
Prologue:
A Window to the Past
The sun sank across the roofs of the spirals, turning their brass tips the color of ripened plums. The tall buildings of church and government caught the last rays of a dying sun, which cast an almost surreal purple sunset over the sprawling city cradled in between a crown of mountains. While the steeples sparkled at the end of the day, the brown mountains appeared tainted with crimson blood as the purple light struck their barren, wasted peaks that rose up like gnarled talons.
At the window of one of the ornate buildings,which shot out of the dirty mass of concrete hovels in the city, stood a man no older than eighteen. The purple rays of last light struck his blond locks as he leaned his head against the window pain, dreaming wistfully of days long ago drifted into the distant past of his homeland. The orchid light appeared to give his usually translucent, sea foam green eyes a tint like a lilac when it first burst forth from its blossom.
The door at the other end of the study clicked open and swung slowly inward as another young man entered the room. The dust seemed stirred by the presence of the new youth, and the books and yellowed papers stacked on the shelves and singular desk in the room seemed to breathe off their dust as he crossed the ornate red rug to stand by the youth at the window.
For several moments, both men stood in silence as the purple light danced across the long, golden locks of the new man and tinted his emerald eyes the color of damp, moldy tree bark. Both men were dressed similarly, but the blond man wore a simpler traveling cloak of coarser, brown fabric with an eloquent black doublet and matching pair of softer, cotton pants underneath it. The man with shimmering, golden tresses was dressed in a navy doublet embroidered with a simple Celtic design, and he worse a pair of black trousers, also.
"Is it true?" the blond finally asked hesitantly. "Is Anaximander being called by Kunzite now?"
"Yes, I heard you called for me," the other man replied, but not directly to the blond, at firstk before he uttered in an almost undetectable voice, "Yes, Kunzite is now his name."
"So these rumors are true?" the blond seethed under his breath.
"I'm afraid so," the long haired man said with a huge sigh of regret. The blond slowly turned to face his friend and ripped himself out of his private reverie. He gazed steadily at his friend's remorseful emerald eyes as the last rays of the violet sunset struck them.
"He really has turned? What's the cause?" the blond asked slowly and continued to study the sharp, sparkling emerald eyes that gazed back at him.
"He swore allegiance to Metalia," the man replied and his green eyes radiated a slight spark as he spoke the word Metalia. The blond youth's facial features became distorted in a scowl as he slammed his fist into the windowsill as he continued to stare doggedly at his friend.
"I heard rumors whispering along the streets of this devil, Metalia, but I hoped somebody might want to give me a real reason why Anaximander, who always has been loyal to us, decided to make this sudden switch," the blond seethed at his friend. "I thought you knew something? I thought you were going to tell me something?"
"Yes, yes, I am, but I didn't know what you'd already heard," the golden hair man told the other frustrated man as he extended his hands in a gesture of peace. "I've heard of the devil, also, but I think Anaximander found his offer very appealing."
"What offer?" the blond exclaimed in frustration. He threw his hands up in the air and took a step forward to the other man. "Tell me! I will beat some sense into him!"
"Will you?" the other man asked mockingly as he let a smirk slid over his features. "Come, come, why don't we all take new names?"
"What?" the blond exclaimed and now withdrew across the room from the other man as if he'd put a viper in his hand. "Treason."
"A change of heart," the man with long, golden hair said as the door once again moved and a tall man with an imposing aura entered the room with a quick step. The moment he entered, he gently shut the door without even stirring the thick layers of dust on the carpet, and his steely, icy blue eyes bored into the blond youth, who looked torn between charging at the well-dressed man and backing up into the bookshelf.
"Evening," the man replied as he smoothed a couple strands of silver hair from his face. His pale skin, from hours of studying in old libraries, seemed to evoke the image of a phantom, and he wore a long, slate blue velvet cloak and a gray velvet doublet and a matching pair of pants. Slowly, a small smile slid across his face as he looked at the horrified blond.
"Traitor," the blond hissed as he shot a look over at the golden hair man for aid. However, a slow, malicious smile spread over the face of his green eyed comrade as he exchanged a look with his blond friend.
"I said it was all time for us to change our names," the man with emerald eyes said and chuckled. The blond's face blanched the shade of sour milk as he turned to look for an escape, but finding none, charged the tall figure clad in gray.
"Anaximander!" He shouted vengefully, but Anaximander quickly clamped his mouth shut and threw him against the wall, where he struggled and several books toppled off the shelves with a splash of dust as they hit the ground. The golden haired man came over and tilted the blond's head towards his mouth.
"I changed my name, too, friend," the golden man whispered in the blond's ear as his emerald eyes glinted with pleasure. "I'm Zoisite now."
The blond's eyes became livid, and they seemed to take on the ferocious appearance of a furious animal. As he struggled, the golden man chuckled and shoved the blond's head backwards, and yet, his body was still wracked with convulsions as Anaximander's velvety base voice told him, "You will join us. Metalia needs you. Keep still."
However, the blond convulsed his entire body with the effort to break the steady hold of the two men. He strained his eyes forward to try and get a glimpse of what Anaximander withdrew from his coat, but a flash seemed to erupt in front of his eyes and splinter his vision into a thousand pieces, and then he knew no more.
A/N: This is MorganRay here with her first Sailor Moon fic that just won't leave me brain. I had to write it down, get it out, so here the beginning of hopefully a new, exciting piece of MorganRay work is. I hope everyone's bright enough to figure out who is in this chapter. Do you have a better idea for a summary? I'm taking suggestions . . . now. I don't like my summary, but the title is something I think will work for this story. Any suggestions? I'm open to many ideas for this story, although it's taking place in the first real season because that's my favorite. What I'm doing with this is:
Going from the TV version (the anime) not the manga version of Sailor Moon because I heard they're different. Well, I like the Rainbow crystals and they'll play a part in this.
Using the Japanese names because they're what I've read a lot of fanfiction with, and I think it's appropriate to use them. I'll try and get the Japanese version of the attacks, too, but if they're wrong, correct me, please.
Thanks, MorganRay