I do not own Sailor Moon
This story is something I have been working on for about 7 years now. I just on a whim decided to see what people thought of what I had now, to see if I should continue and have it published. This story is completely mine, and I am just changing the names to have it fit the Sailor Moon Characters.
Introduction
"Welcome." A old man shouted loudly, speaking to a large group of people dressed in gowns, and people dressed poorly. "Welcome, we come today to finally meet two new additions to our royal families." Mirra came out holding two Minako girls in her arms. A young man clung to her legs. " Twins born in the month of the Gemini, last day of Spring. Please welcome, Minako Gale MoonBlade, and Serenity Star Moonblade. Heiress to the Element Moon Kingdom." Every one cheered, happily showing that they accepted to two. If only they knew what was to come. There were five royal families on the Moon. Each family for each element. The Darkblade family for fire and the Desert Realm. The Windblade family for air and the Human Realm. The Steelblade family for earth and the Dragon Realm, and the Iceblade family for water and the Ocean Realm. Finally the Moonblade family. They were the rulers of the moon. Each family had a castle on the moon and then one in their own realms. Serenity's grandmother was a Steelblade at birth and her grandfather a Moonblade. Since the moon was destroyed after a war that broke out after her mother's death, Serenity was heiress to the Dragon realm. The Dragon Realm had become like the moon, the center of all the royal families.
Reunion
The warrior glanced up towards the darkening sky. There were no stars to be seen through the clouds, but the moon was no having no trouble shinning down on the building below. The thoughts of what was to come did not how ever bring any comfort. He had been gone for so long, and he was unsure of how people would react to him. Being gone for three years with out a word to any one would put a damper on any welcome. He pulled his cloak closer around his body, and pulled his hood over his face more. All that could be seen was locks of blond and gray hair that laid on his shoulders. There was no time in war to make sure your hair was cut neatly. He slowly approached the tiny wooden tavern. As usual the area around it was full with life. So lushes it was hard to believe that it was placed in the depth of woods were demons roamed so freely. He could never understand why the demons took the blood of the tEndlers, but always left those left to her alone. They even acted like they were there to protect her. She would leave fresh raw meat and water out for them, since they would never come into the tavern. He had fought in wars, battling with creatures more gruesome than him self, but when it came her, he felt emotions never felt before. Shaking his head from all thoughts he stopped at the door and knocked. His senses grew wild when he heard the tiny footsteps running to the door, He watched the door open, and there she stood. Her silver hair pulled back in a ribbon, her dress simple and yet beautiful, and her eyes the hazel mixture like no other. Her smile faded letting him know that she was expecting some one that he was not.
" Hello?" She stuttered out, she tried to give him a welcoming smile, but the sound of her voice could not even fool the deaf. He stood there looking at her. He could hear her heart beat he could feel his. He watched her take a deep breath. Moments that were merely seconds seemed to pause. "Sir, how may I help you? A place to stay, some food?" He took a step forward, and removed his face from the shadows of his cloak. Her eyes grew wide.
" Serenity, I told you once before, never call me sir. I hate being called sir." She stood there frozen. There he stood, the obsession she had since she was thirteen. The man she opened the door praying to find on her doorstep was on her doorstep. He walked over to her passion taking over. His lips crushed against her kissing her deeply. At first she tried to push him a way, but soon their tongues danced in perfect rhythm. He had been gone for so long. It was what she loved most about him; he was out fighting in the wars, saving the same people she mentally fought to protect. He left when she was thirteen, and he was seventeen. He had sent word, and visited when he and his men were in the area, but for the last three years she hadn't heard a thing. Every one told her it was time to move on, fore they had believed him to be head. Now here she stood at twenty. Proud and beautiful. And still madly in love with this dark elf.
" Endymion, I missed you." She felt tear drops fall from her face soaking up in his cloak. Serenity looked up at him when she felt him move. He stood in front of her proud and strong. She noticed how he looked on the first day they caught eye to eye.