Through the Eyes of a Child
He is your prince charming, and you have never been so happy.
He's tall and strong, ready to protect you from malevolent spirits and evil witches, willing to travel the galaxy just for one dance with you. There is nothing you wouldn't do for him, no door you wouldn't open, no pain you wouldn't suffer, no title you wouldn't forsake.
And the best thing is that your union will finally close the rift between Moon and Earth, and won't that make Endymion happy? Earth's place in the Silver Alliance secured. Even his stern guardian in silver smiles at the thought, really smiles, and that one doesn't smile easily. Your union means hope, and love, and prosperity; you know it, you just have it in your bones.
But not all fairytales end with the happy ever after because then they wouldn't be special, would they?
Your palace is already in ruins, and your friends are dead. Still, you cling to hope because he's there, Endymion is standing in front of you, ready to defend you, and you know, you just know that he is the one. Your love is pure, perfect, and nothing can taint it. Hiding behind his back, you're not able to see much, and perhaps this is better because you can hear Luna's screams echoing off the dark firmament. Suddenly, you feel his back tense. You shift a bit, carefully peeking out from behind his shoulder until you are able to see what your beloved is seeing.
A man made of silver.
Silver eyes, silver clothes, silver hair, black soul. He didn't look like this before.
The only real colour on him is a horrible red; the red red blood of Venus that drips on the sacred ground. You close your eyes; but it doesn't change anything.
Endymion's voice is hoarse, shocked, and, even though it can't be because he still has you and everything will be fine as long as you're together, utterly devastated.
"Kunzite...," he whispers and your own heart shatters to pieces.
He says his name the way you say Endymion, and you realise that there is no door Endymion wouldn't open for Kunzite, no pain he wouldn't suffer, and no title he wouldn't forsake to make Kunzite happy. No woman he wouldn't marry if she could make Kunzite's dream come true.
The witch's blade is mercy, you think, and die.
The End
