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A Tangled Web
She was only a shadow in the mist, slightly darker than the gray swirling around her. She stood so still that she might have been a statue, long frozen into a position, forever watching the long mist filled corridor. Only her eyes were alert, garnet eyes that stared tireless ahead.
An indistinguishable object appeared in the Time Corridor, blurred in the mist. She moved her staff to block its path, uttering the words of challenge. "Stop intruder, you may not enter the Time Corridor! I am Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time."
The object's blurry edges, sharpened, and its shape became visible. It was a large frame of wood with some kind of web strung within it. Pluto was ashamed for thinking it was an intruder. She rubbed her eyes, massaging the ache between her temples. There was a hum of tension on the air but she could not identify it. Leaning forward, she examined the tangled web, knowing it was some kind of prediction of the future. She was so close her forehead almost touched the strands.
Suddenly, some strange force of red light shot into the time corridor from all directions, piercing its mists shrouds. Pluto turned to see the time gate begin to creak open. She tried to walk towards it and shut it, but before she could reach the door, much of time had already been sucked through. Standing as straight as she could, Pluto called upon her power. "Dark Dome Close!"
Pluto felt herself slip out of the door just as it slammed shut. Pitching forward on her head, she blacked out into unconsciousness.
A Tangled Web
She was only a shadow in the mist, slightly darker than the gray swirling around her. She stood so still that she might have been a statue, long frozen into a position, forever watching the long mist filled corridor. Only her eyes were alert, garnet eyes that stared tireless ahead.
An indistinguishable object appeared in the Time Corridor, blurred in the mist. She moved her staff to block its path, uttering the words of challenge. "Stop intruder, you may not enter the Time Corridor! I am Sailor Pluto, the Guardian of Time."
The object's blurry edges, sharpened, and its shape became visible. It was a large frame of wood with some kind of web strung within it. Pluto was ashamed for thinking it was an intruder. She rubbed her eyes, massaging the ache between her temples. There was a hum of tension on the air but she could not identify it. Leaning forward, she examined the tangled web, knowing it was some kind of prediction of the future. She was so close her forehead almost touched the strands.
Suddenly, some strange force of red light shot into the time corridor from all directions, piercing its mists shrouds. Pluto turned to see the time gate begin to creak open. She tried to walk towards it and shut it, but before she could reach the door, much of time had already been sucked through. Standing as straight as she could, Pluto called upon her power. "Dark Dome Close!"
Pluto felt herself slip out of the door just as it slammed shut. Pitching forward on her head, she blacked out into unconsciousness.