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Authors Note:
Okay, thought I should clear this up before you guys start the story. This is a Sailor Moon fanfic in the sense that it is inspired by Sailor Moon. It does not however involve any Sailor Moon characters although there may be parallels although I suppose you could think that this story takes place in the Sailor Moon world. (My group of pretty-girl-heroines and the Sailor Senshi will never meet).
I have taken a lot of liberties with the plot, characterisation etc. But I was reluctant to publish it as a completely new fiction as some of the plot e.g. orientation, objective & complication really does emulate Sailor Moon's.
I wrote this story a while back so please hold on even if you find it rather childish,cheesy. It'll get better, I promise. Well I certainly hope so. I like to think that my writing style has progressed rather than declined in 2 years.
Writing it a few years back is also my excuse for not starting in the meat of action which you guys are probably more interested in. Don't worry my new chapters will begin after Chapter 6 and I will make it pick up the pace & let you see the threads of romance, tension (I believe the complication hasn't surfaced in the first 6 chapters yet) and of course battles!
I'm looking forward to writing the battle scenes. I intend to make the magic more believable than Sailor Moon: Cosmic power or what not. YEAH! Hopefully I succeed. YOU KIDDING ME? OF COURSE I WILL! Sailor moon leaves a lot of room for battle strategy development...
Enjoy,
impromptumelody
P.S. I have only watched the first 2-3? Seasons. So expect the plot to diverge markedly from the orginal around mid-series.
PRELUDE
A mist encapsulated her, its tendrils sprouting out of nowhere, alarming her with its sudden appearance. Her eyes flickered sleepily. Feeling no evil intent, she did not fight it. Instead she closed her eyes completely at peace. Not that she could; it fogged not only her surroundings but her entire mind and body. She couldn't even twitch, yet she was not afraid. She felt its aura of protection and its calming and soothing effect told her whoever sent it meant no harm. She felt a strange lightness encompass her, the soft feather mattress of the cot underneath her had disappeared, and she was no longer in the nursery.
In fact, that was the last thing that was clear in her mind - that she had been in a nursery. However, she could not recall what that nursery looked like nor her mother and father.
CHAPTER 1 - GOLDIVERA
She woke the hazy fog of her dreams still settled over her mind. Maybe not, she thought wriggling her fingers under the covers. She rolled onto her side neglecting to turn off the blaring alarm. It was such a peculiar dream, having a habit of resurfacing whenever she least expected it. It was so real. Well, she knew that that wasn't something strange about dreams but this...this was different. It had happened before, sort of like déjà vu. It was as if this dream was a recount of some other time and place she had been at and witnessed. There was a whole history connected to that dream and she couldn't help wondering what was beyond that foggy mist.
Sighing, Goldivera sat up on the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into a pair of fluffy white slippers. Out of the comfy caress of her duvet, she unconsciously registered the cold surrounding the rest of the house...and the loneliness.
One thing however was certain. She was thinking about her dream again. She may have witnessed something similar before, a fog and mist - some nursery - but there was no way that she was that baby in the nursery - even if she had somehow witnessed the dream through the baby's eyes and mind, because she did not have the luck or misfortune - depending on which way you viewed it - of forgetting anything about the parent's she had once had by her side. She had felt albeit in her dreams, rather sharply the fleeting sadness that had crossed the baby's mind when it had thought of its parents and nothing but an empty mist had appeared in their place. It surprised her that a baby could understand the pain and loss of two people, despite not even knowing who they are.
Goldivera smiled grimly; she could relate to some extent, for her parents no longer dwelled in her life. They had left her abruptly in a horrible car accident, but she remembered their every feature and kept most of their fond memories safe in her heart. No, she was not as unlucky as the baby to have no memory of her parents; perhaps there was a tiny glimmer of hope for that the baby's parents were still alive. She wished it luck wherever and whoever the baby was, then sighed and got out of bed.
"Vera! Vera! Hurry up we're going to be late! No, what am I saying? You're the one who's gonna be late! I'm gonna leave right now! Without you!"
The high feminine voice came from outside her window as she switched off her alarm. It was Akemi. Three years ago there would have been three people who called her by that nickname. Now there was only Akemi, her best friend since childhood. Everyone else called her by her full name Godeira (pronounced go-day-ih-rah), the Japanese pronunciation of Goldivera. She drew the curtains open and saw her friend gesturing impatiently.
"I know, I know. Give me a minute," she called back.
Despite being only half-awake she ran to the bathroom, almost tripping at the door. I can't be late again, she thought. Brushing her teeth, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Long, straight raven-black hair reaching her hips and deep blue eyes stared back at her. Beautiful, dark and knowing eyes which more than implied her foreign background.
Her strange background itself - not many knew her that she had no parents and lived alone - created a visible distance between her and the other kids for few people in Japan had foreign parents. Of course, many people dyed their hair and some that dared to experiment with outrageous hues and stake their reputation as a trouble maker, but eyes?
Never, at least no-one she had ever seen, wore coloured eye contacts every day to school. Ever since primary school, she had had trouble making friends. Well, at least effortlessly drawing attention to yourself with a mere glance around the room was a god-given skill. Not. Even in her current highschool stories and rumours had flown around the school about her. 'The girl with the blue-eyes' she was called; it almost always substituted her name. It didn't really offend her as much the other rumours, say the one which accuses her of cursing people with her eyes.
Who'd believe that? You'd actually be surprised at the amount of people at the school that believed it. It all started when some guy had pissed her off so much that she would have thrown anything she had in her hands at that moment at his head. A second later he was shivering with... fear? Whatever it was made him double back and landed with a thump on the floor. Apparently, he was scared stiff at the expression in her eyes except what he said was "Stop it! Stop looking at me with those eyes! You just c-cursed me didn't you?!"
His voice was high-pitched with hysteria, something that at any other time would have provoked laughter from the class. Instead she gazed at him in shock and he hastily turned to avoid her eyes and scurried away. She had dismissed it as an exaggeration in order to save face. He wouldn't want to be humiliated for the rest of his school life for being frightened stiff of a girl. However, as she turned around she caught the looks which ranged from those of fear and terror to bewilderment. The believed him?! She was doubly shocked.
"Her eyes turned black just a split second ago!" A girl exclaimed. "For blue eyes to turn black -am I hallucinating?"
Her friend hushed her and once again there was nothing but an eerie silence, in which all her spectators tried their best not to look at her. It had happened during the last year of primary school, so it was surprising that rumours with such an outrageous content could survive past a year. Fortunately, it was treated as a humorous joke by the majority of the school, but it sure didn't do much to make her feel more accepted.
The thing was, she knew very well it could be true - she had noticed it many times after bouts of crying, often in frustration of her many predicaments...especially the one involving her being deserted by her parents for heaven or whatever world that came after this one.
After the funeral, tears had continually leaked out the corners of her eyes and racked her slender frame with silent cries of lament. Many of the people that lived on her street had turned up for the funeral, all of them offering her 'their deepest condolences'. Perhaps it was then and there that she had begun developing her slight cynicism. But it hadn't been apparent then; the anger and pent-up frustration had been put on hold for the emotion of first priority... grief.
Pensively, her neighbours watched as she cried out her heart knowing that there was little they could do to comfort her. She was a half-foreign girl that had lost both her parents in a sudden accident; it would've been peculiar if she hadn't come face to face with any obstacles at all in a country where most tended to stay within the boundaries of their own race. But her parents had been kind and loved especially among their neighbours and if there ever was a place where her foreign birth could be put aside as minor aspect of herself, it would be here among those familiar faces. They and not others were the one that truly knew her English mother.
At the end of the funeral, she was escorted back to her home by Ms. Tanaka a middle-aged woman that lived next door who promptly made a deal with her over watching over home while she continued her studies at school in exchange for her keeping the lady company whenever she was lonely, as her children had long since departed her care. By this time, her anger and a bit of pessimism had started to surface. She wasn't sure she liked all the sympathetic glances thrown her way, yet she knew it was better than apathy. She had been ready to think that the world was out to get her, that those who offered her help seemingly without expecting anything in return had other ulterior motives. That the lady had asked for something in return although insignificant had ironically made Goldivera develop a deep respect for her. And as she no longer had any relations in Japan, Ms. Tanaka would be closest person she had on par with her mother. In her face Goldivera saw there was no sympathy...but empathy and Goldivera would often come of her own accord to keep the lady company.
Well, anyway, after she was escorted home her eyes had started to sting making her wonder if it was possible for someone to become dehydrated over crying so much. She made her way to the bathroom, with her head throbbing in pain. Turning the tap on full, she threw water onto her face and in doing so she caught sight of herself in the mirror...she couldn't believe her eyes!
More notes:
Hey guys, thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think of it. I love it when people try to guess what happens next...don't keep it to yourself, make it a public discussion. You might give me ideas for the story that I've never considered. xD Who knows if I choose to incorporate it into my story or a new one-shot/series!
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