Chained Maiden
She was never truly free. And now, the fate of 4 girls and all who have ever helped them hangs in the balance of her wrath.
Disclaimer: Bishoujou Senshi Sailor Moon belongs to Ms. Naoko Takeuchi. The original characters presented in this story belong to me, as does the actual writing. I make no money from this story, nor do I have any affiliation with Ms. Takeuchi or the people related to her in both a familial and business sense. This story may not be published in whole anywhere other then on , under the my pen name (Ellethwen); or where I have otherwise allowed publication. Small excerpts from the story are allowed as long as credit is given as well as a link back to this story.
Author's Notes: This is the first story of mine that will not be uploaded in a completed form. I may update slowly as, at the moment, my novel is taking up more of my time. Constructive criticism is absolute lurve. Feel free to review, but do not feel as though you're under any obligation to give me any. This story takes place approximately around the time S begins, but the dates have been bumped forward, so this story actually takes place in 2006. Sorry. But it shouldn't mess anything up, really. Lastly, there's a whole TON of mythological tie-ins and other little clues. See if you can find them all! And, just so you know. Every place mentioned is real, as are a lot of the things.
Nooowww...enjoy!
Prelude
"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating."
-Sylvia Plath, The Rival
The sun was setting in a blaze of fire, washing the quiet neighborhood a rich shade of gold. A smattering of people were out and about, walking home, playing, or sitting on their front porch, talking. The April breeze stirred the grass and made the air cool.
On the front lawn of one house, a 16-year-old girl with waist-length brown hair and liquid blue eyes was playing Fetch with a golden Labrador.
At the eastern end of the street was a woman with strawberry blonde hair and black eyes, dressed in a black skirt and white blouse. She was looking at a photo on a hand-held computer.
And at the western end, crowned by the sunlight, stood another girl, with orange-tinted hair tied into a half-ponytail and clear gray eyes. She was scanning the scene before her. Upon seeing the girl with her dog, the orange-haired girl's eyes narrowed.
"She's here," whispered two voices at the same time.