Shadow Moon
Dragon Lady
Prologue
Disclaimer: No, I don't own any of the original Sailormoon characters, only those that I have made up. Now that we've got that cleared up, on with the fun!
7 years ago…
The Florida sun is setting, falling slowly beneath the horizon. A young girl, no more than nine years of age, sits by a tree, picking at a white daisy that is growing at her feet. The girl's raven black hair is hanging in her face, hiding cold, ice blue eyes.
A sound behind her causes her to turn around.
"Mother!" the girl cries joyfully, and runs toward a woman who is the mirror image of what the young girl will be in a few years.
"There you are! I have been searching everywhere for you," the woman says fondly. "Listen, we have to leave now."
"Why?"
"Because…"
A blinding light fills the area and the figure of a woman appears in the shadows.
"Well, well, did you honestly think that you could run from me? Think again children, you can never escape. You can count on that." The woman in black shifts her weight. The sound of metal on metal can be heard coming from her direction.
The girl steps behind her mother, whimpering.
The mother turns around and places her hands on her daughter's shoulders, starring into her eyes. "Run and hide, don't look back."
"Mother?"
"Do it!"
The mother turns, not looking to see if the child obeys her command. Suddenly, her body shimmers and turns black. When the darkness clears, she is standing in a purple and black scout uniform with a silver tiara, dark, feathery wings protruding from her back.
The strange scout raises a hand, which holds a dark sword. Dark matter snakes around her hand and the sword, forming a ball. Suddenly, the scout turns and sends the ball toward the woman in shadows.
The woman laughs and stretches out her hand. Fire flows from her fingertips towards the ball of darkness. The ball explodes, covering the entire area in a wind of shadows.
Then, there is only silence and a desolate land that had once been a dense forest.
Finally, after a long moment, the sound of crying fills the air. Under a large stone, in a fox's old den, a young child's tears moisten the barren Earth.