A/N: Hey guys. I hope someone out there is enjoying this collection of stories, but as of now I have not a single review. I know it may be much to expect at least one review in two days, but I'm somewhat discouraged by it. Now, I'm not one of those authors who will threaten to not post any more without so many reviews, but I would appreciate something because it helps motivate me to keep writing. This story will be written, but I might wind up setting it to the side for awhile. It's not that I think it's a masterpiece – I just really liked the idea of this. Please review, even if you don't like it, because right now I feel like not a single person ahs bothered to read it. Ok, enough begging, please read and enjoy (and review!).
This one is very sad, but it's hard for me to imagine Saturn otherwise.
Serenity-hime
The Color of a Warrior: Amethyst
Sailor Saturn stood in the sky, motionless. Her stoic face seemed to be carved out of stone, eyes devoid of emotion. Silence stretched on around her as her violet eyes seemed to search for something in the darkness, some signal to put her into motion once again. No breeze stirred around her, no wind touched those raven locks. It was as if the world around her had ground to a halt.
Without warning she disappeared, reappearing in a large, white room. Large sections of crystallized wall had crashed to the ground, and as she floated through the room about a foot off the ground, the shattered pieces twinkled in her soft glow like stars in the sky outside. In the center of a room lay a pillar which had been knocked almost completely on its side. On top of it a woman in white was dying. Her hand had been held high, but now it was falling, her scepter tumbling from her hand, the life fading from her. Saturn floated to her side, and Serenity turned her head with the last of her fading energy to see her standing above her. She saw the glaive in her hand, and her eyes grew wide with recognition for this girl she had never met.
"S-Saturn? This cannot be!" Saturn paused a moment, then nodded her head. There was no sadness, no regret, no emotion, just a nod. Serenity's face sagged, and then she nodded as well. Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper. "I thought I could save them."
"It is time, Serenity. I have been called, and I must not leave until my duty has been completed." Tears filled the dying queen's eyes, but she was too weak to protest. For the first time, emotion lit Saturn's cold face: compassion. She smiled warmly at Serenity, reaching out to her and squeezing her frail hand gently.
"Do not worry. An ending is little more than the near side of a beginning." Serenity visibly relaxed and Saturn released her hand, laying it gently on her stomach with deep reverence as her light faded into darkness. Saturn stayed a moment more, floating beside the fallen queen as a tear slid unnoticed down her cheek. "You have ensured their future, my Queen. And now," she turned towards the broken doorway, eyes hard as gemstones, "I must fulfill my obligations." This was the gift she brought; this was the wake that flowed behind her as she moved in time – death on the wings of a butterfly. Once again she disappeared, reappearing above the palace.
A stale, dead wind was stirring, pulling gently at her hair and uniform. It brought the stench of death and the sound of emptiness. Her face was stone once more, and she surveyed the landscape with no visible emotion. Inside thoughts were floating along, and emotions were surfacing as fast as she could push them down. She was here to perform an ancient duty bestowed on her alone, she had been awoken from her deep slumber, and there was no stopping the inevitable.
The landscape was littered with bodies and the remains of once-raging fires. The destruction was tremendous. The moon looked more like a wasteland than the paradise it had once been such a short time ago. She could feel the few people left alive, though their lights were fading as well. Their death would be a mercy to them, granting them sweet release, and she could deliver that swiftly to them. It was why she was here, why she had been summoned. But she had to die too.
As she raised her glaive high, her dispassionate eyes betrayed the rising terror in her own heart. Her voice echoed throughout the lands, throughout every planet as if by magic.
"As the fallen nourish the soil, as the dead give sustenance to the living, death becomes life. Life from death. Death," she wavered for less than a second, and then her glaive swung down with her piercing cry.
"Rebirth!"
The glaive fell with a great burst of light, followed by darkness and quiet. A single being watched silently as the world ended and new life began to sprout. She shook her head sadly and turned away into her own world to mourn.