Author's Note: I'd like to begin by stating that Sailor Moon does not
belong to me, it is property of DIC Entertainment, TOEI and other important
companies with lawsuits the size of an airplane that I can never remember.
This story revolves around Amy and Darien as most of my stories do, it
appears that Amy has been having these recurring dreams involving her past,
Darien's past, their past together, at first she tries to ignore them but
soon she learns things really aren't how they seem. I like it, just
approach it with an open mind. Ahem, now on with our story.
Dreams Of Blue
By CarelessBlue
Prologue
::The familiar scent of blood spread in the air, staining the marble floor. One by one, the scouts buckled to their knees, helpless and defeated. A trail of blood leading to their lifeless bodies.
Everything seemed hazy, all was dust in the wind. Nothing seemed real anymore. Scattered screams and shrieks of pain were quietly listened to in the distance by the remaining soldiers.
Their Sailor Uniforms torn and tattered, revealing only flesh and wounds. Sailor Mars fluttered her eyes up and down, to take a glance at her opponent.
His eyes, those cerulean eyes filled with this immense satisfaction, that could undress her with his icy stare .Venus fights in vain, trying to whisper an attack.
All is dark, everything is dying. Prince Endymion huddles beside Sailor Mercury as they whisper one final goodbye given by an everlasting embrace.
All she could feel was his breath burning her skin and the bitter-sweet melody of the nothingness that surrounded her.
All was dark again::
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The moon was in it's second quarter that night. Ribbons of a silvery blue out lined it's orb, bringing out all it's splendor.
Amy awoke from her sleep, her palms clammy with perspiration.
Drops of sweat sliding down her arms and legs, and her sheets damp from the warmth of her own body heat. Tears glistening under the moonlight in her eyes, splashing on her pillow covers. "Please not that dream again" she pleaded. She couldn't bare have that dream again, just the thought of it made her hair stand on end.
'Dreams don't mean anything'.
She thought to herself as she rested her head on her tear stained pillow. "They don't have to mean anything" she whispered once again while finally reclining comfortably and drowning in the depths of her sorrows. Wishing, hoping, that she wouldn't have the same dream.
::Please review, as soon as I get five reviews I'll put up the next chapter. Flames will be trashed and constructive criticism welcomed, e-mail me at carelessblue@sailormoon.com and let me know!!!::
Dreams Of Blue
By CarelessBlue
Prologue
::The familiar scent of blood spread in the air, staining the marble floor. One by one, the scouts buckled to their knees, helpless and defeated. A trail of blood leading to their lifeless bodies.
Everything seemed hazy, all was dust in the wind. Nothing seemed real anymore. Scattered screams and shrieks of pain were quietly listened to in the distance by the remaining soldiers.
Their Sailor Uniforms torn and tattered, revealing only flesh and wounds. Sailor Mars fluttered her eyes up and down, to take a glance at her opponent.
His eyes, those cerulean eyes filled with this immense satisfaction, that could undress her with his icy stare .Venus fights in vain, trying to whisper an attack.
All is dark, everything is dying. Prince Endymion huddles beside Sailor Mercury as they whisper one final goodbye given by an everlasting embrace.
All she could feel was his breath burning her skin and the bitter-sweet melody of the nothingness that surrounded her.
All was dark again::
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~
The moon was in it's second quarter that night. Ribbons of a silvery blue out lined it's orb, bringing out all it's splendor.
Amy awoke from her sleep, her palms clammy with perspiration.
Drops of sweat sliding down her arms and legs, and her sheets damp from the warmth of her own body heat. Tears glistening under the moonlight in her eyes, splashing on her pillow covers. "Please not that dream again" she pleaded. She couldn't bare have that dream again, just the thought of it made her hair stand on end.
'Dreams don't mean anything'.
She thought to herself as she rested her head on her tear stained pillow. "They don't have to mean anything" she whispered once again while finally reclining comfortably and drowning in the depths of her sorrows. Wishing, hoping, that she wouldn't have the same dream.
::Please review, as soon as I get five reviews I'll put up the next chapter. Flames will be trashed and constructive criticism welcomed, e-mail me at carelessblue@sailormoon.com and let me know!!!::