Bree collapsed on her bed – her own bed, not a hospital bed. Her two roommates were glad to see that she was home, though apparently, not enough to consider hiding the newspaper clippings they had saved. "Local University Student Survives Ten Story Fall", "Miracle Girl Falls Hundred Feet, Suffers Barely a Scratch", and "Rescued by Angels?" were just a few of the headlines covering the papers. Bree had heard enough of that from the cops, the medical staff, and her parents during her two week stay in the hospital.
"Do you need anything?" Grace asked, poking her head into Bree's room. Bree shook her head. She had missed Grace while in the hospital. The chubby brunette always seemed to be a in a good mood. Bree usually appreciated Grace's maternal attitude, but today she just wanted to rest. Constantly being accosted by police officers, nurses, and the journalists who managed to sneak into her room was driving her nuts. They couldn't seem to get the fact the she didn't know what happened. She had been fighting with Ally, had walked away, and out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. The next thing she knew, she was awake in a hospital bed. It was her that needed everyone else to explain what had happened. She could attest to the fact that she had been fighting with Ally about Ty, but it was up to the other ten witnesses to say how Ally had pushed her over the tenth story balcony.
I'm back, alive. Why? Bree had been wracking her brains about how she had survived that fall. It didn't make sense. This was not the attention she wanted a month into university. And on top of all the unwanted attention she was getting, she had two weeks of lectures and labs to make up for. Joy. School would not be fun tomorrow. It might've been nicer for her if the fall had killed her. Not for everyone else, but for her.
"Here are all the notes you missed, Gabrielle!"
Yet another person shoved a pile of notes into Bree's hands. It was ridiculous. Those people didn't even know her – for one, they used her full name, a dead giveaway. It was nice of them. With all the different notes, she should be able to get everything she needed from the missed lectures.
She left the school, opting for a detour through the park to calm her down. She was the centre of attention everywhere she went. And if someone didn't know, they would soon hear the whispers of "Isn't that the miracle girl?" floating through the air. Bree was going to snap if they didn't leave her alone tomorrow.
"Why me?" she groaned out loud, kicking up leaves.
"Because you wouldn't die, like I wanted you to."
Bree pivoted, flinging her book bag into the leaves. Sure enough, there was a tall muscular girl behind her, blonde hair spiked, green eyes flaming. Ally was going to kill her, Bree knew it. Those were murderous eyes.
"Ally, I haven't talked to Ty this whole time."
"He hasn't talked to me either. Said something about not wanting to be associated with a psycho. Maybe it woulda been cooler if I was a real murderer. How did you manage to survive there, Bree? True to your namesake and grow wings, little archangel?"
With a quick glance, Bree could tell the park was deserted all the way to the nearest streets and buildings. No one could or would hear her scream, and no way could she outrun Ally, ex-star of the university track team.
"Ally, think about this. You could say that you didn't realize how close I was to the edge, and then this would all blow over. I'll testify to that. Just don't do what you are about to." Bree backed off the path, attempting to pick her book bag up. That was the only weapon she had if Ally really tried to get violent.
"I want you dead, Bree. Your starseed shines too bright. It hurts us."
Starseed!? Us? What was Ally talking about? Her back hit a tree, and Bree looked up. There was a branch she could grab. Hopefully she could get very high, very fast. She was lighter than Ally, so she could get to a spot where she couldn't reach her. Beside's, Bree had survived bigger falls. With a breath, she grabbed and swung, catching the branch with her legs and pulling herself up. Ally began to laugh.
"Pitiful. You actually think that will stop me?" Ally laughed, menacingly. She advanced on the tree, growing larger. Her skin began to darken, the green in her eyes beginning to bleed out from her irises, into the whites and pupils. Her nails grew into claws. "Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty. You don't want to be stuck in that tree do you? I will get you down quickly." The monster that had been Ally reached up with one hand. Bree quickly scrambled higher into the tree.
"What will save you this time, Bree?" Ally advanced further. More frightened than she had ever been in her life, Bree grabbed the next branch. It snapped off in her hand. Reaching the highest point that would support her weight, the trapped blonde shot another glance at her attacker. Ally's transformation was complete. She was a full seven feet tall, her skin gray. The green eyes were glowing in a now pointed face. Her hair had turned into real blonde spikes. Her clothes had turned into a neon running suit. Shoes gone, both her finger and toe nails had become claws. At that moment, Bree truly wished that Ally had killed her the first time. It would have been quicker and less painful.
"Are you going to fly away angel? Or are you waiting for something?" the monster queried. She took a swipe at the tree. It shook beneath Bree, and she prayed to whatever would listen.
"Jump, Bree!"
A gust of wind shot through the park, shaking all the of trees, including Bree's. A blonde girl appeared at the end of the path.
"Jump, you idiot! Vanna, go!"
Bree realized it was the blonde girl talking to her in that strange, wispy voice. She looked at the ground. It was a good thirty feet away. The blonde girl ran, towards the monster, and passed through her.
Not believing her eyes, Bree then did not trust her ears in the next second.
"Grab a hold of me, Bree," a little blue butterfly said, hovering by Bree's head. It was odd. It looked too big to be a real butterfly. The body and the wings also looked a little too solid, almost metallic.
Below, the monster's attention was turned to the non-corporeal blonde in the funny outfit.
"Bree, grab me and say, 'West Wind Metamorphosis!' now," the butterfly urged at Bree's ear. Unsure if she was awake anymore, Bree took a chance and grabbed the butterfly. She was right. It was solid.
"West Wind Metamorphosis!" she shouted.
And then my life changed forever. Those are the three words I can never take back. And I'm dedicated to the life they opened.
The butterfly landed in the middle of Bree's chest. Its wings grew until they were larger than Bree was. One at a time, they began to shrink. The top left wing returned to normal size, and a long purple, fingerless glove appeared on Bree's right arm. The top left wing retracted, and a shorter, light blue fingerless glove appeared on Bree's left hand. The bottom left wing shrunk, and a light blue boot appeared on Bree's left foot. On her leg, purple shorts appeared. The right wing shrunk, leaving behind another light blue boot. A blue, short top grew out from under the butterfly, and a dark blue skort appeared over Bree's purple shorts. The butterfly turned to face downwards, at the same time, a dark blue collar and black chocker appeared on Bree.
"Warrior?!" the monster cried in surprise. It backed from the tree, unsure of what to do now. She hadn't been prepared for a sailor warrior.
Bree had no clue what had happened to her. Her clothes had transformed, and she also felt…. different. Something like a renewed, enhanced power filled her body. The feeling was exhilarating.
"Hurry and fight!" the blonde apparition commanded.
"Fight how?" Bree asked, but somehow she already knew the answer. She leapt from the tree, landing nimbly behind the monster Ally. It turned to face Bree, which was an advantage to the warrior. She made a motion with her right hand, as if to throw something. It was instinctive.
"Razor Wings!"
Shiny, metallic feathers flew towards the monster. They swirled around Ally a few seconds before disappearing, leaving Ally covering in shiny green blood and open gouges.
"GRAHHH!" the monster screamed. "How dare you do that to me, warrior?!" It lunged toward Bree, arm, claw outstretched. Bree dodged. The monster came at her again, and again she dodged easily. Ally was not a track star in this monster form. She was clumsy almost, in the new body.
"Finish her off," the blonde girl said, obviously giving another command. Bree nodded, dodging another slash.
"Razor Wings!" Bree made several throwing motions. The monster was covering in metallic feathers, swirling as if caught in a blizzard. It screamed, a horrible nails-on-chalkboard sound. The feathers exploded outward. Bree raised her arms to protect her face. Feeling no cuts or metal on her skin at all, Bree looked. The feathers, and the monster, had disappeared. The only occupants left in the park where Bree and the strange, ghost-like blonde.
"What the hell was that?" Bree asked.
She was back to her regular clothes, out of the uniform she now knew she could transform into whenever she shouted her transformation phrase while touching her transformation item, the blue butterfly charm. Thanks to Mene, she now knew that the butterfly charm also housed the spirit Vanna, her guardian. Bree was more than a little confused about the whole thing.
First of all, the blonde girl that appeared to her and now sitting on her bed was actually an ancient spirit, Sailor Mene. Apparently, she came from the moon.
Second, Bree was actually Sailor Zephyrus, a sailor warrior. Or at least she was when she transformed. That had something to do with how she survived her large fall.
Third, she had some sort of mission that Mene had to fill her in on.
Life was about to get very interesting.