A Different Story Of The Sailor Scouts
Chapter One: The Beginning Of Everything Weird

Amara

Barely a month after the Apocalypse debacle ended, a new debacle started. This time, it revolved around me and events that happened a thousand years in the past. It all started when I found this weird looking flower on my nightstand at the Xavier Institute. It was clear, almost pale blue, and appeared to be made of crystal. What was even weirder was that it glowed. No fooling, it actually glowed. It didn't seem to be radioactive though, so that meant one thing: magic. So Professor X and the others dismissed magic as myth and nothing more, but I'd always had this feeling that it was real ever since I was really little.

That and I'd always had these incredibly detailed dreams about an era so long ago that it had been erased from history: the time of the Moon Kingdom.

I hadn't quite been able to figure out how or why it had been erased from history and no one remembered it, but I had a feeling it had to do with the Negaverse that was always mentioned past a certain point. I had created a sort of timeline that was divided into three parts: after the prince's birth but before the princess's birth, after the princess's birth but before the war with the Negaverse began, and after the war with the Negaverse began. My dreams/visions sure were weird, because the princess looked remarkably like me. I didn't know how or why, but she did, oddly enough. And the prince, he looked like Quicksilver, as weird as that sounded (because it wasn't like I had a crush on him or anything and on top of that, Quicksilver was part of the Brotherhood, and one of my enemies). These dreams made no damn sense.

So, a month to the day after the Apocalypse fiasco, I groaned and sat up after having yet another weird dream.

"Why do I always have these stupid dreams on a damn school morning?" I complained.

Tabitha, who had decided to join the X-men, for real this time, something I was very excited about, and was sharing a room with me because we got along the best, looked over at me and raised an eyebrow. "Because you're a freak of nature?" She suggested dryly.

I stuck my tongue out at her. "Gee, thanks." I said sarcastically. "Can't you come up with any better explanation about my dreams? Or is the fact that I'm a 'freak of nature,' as you so eloquently put it, your answer to everything?" I always got grouchy after having those dreams because they left me with emotions that made no sense. Like how I woke up screaming after the first time I had one of those dreams (I remember I was being tortured because the enemy I was fighting hated me for the fact that Quicksilver chose me, not her, that she was trying to figure out why he chose me, and not much else, unfortunately).

Tabitha chuckled. "I forgot you always get grouchy after those dreams. What was it this time?"

I closed my eyes, trying to remember. "Um, this time I was on a battlefield. Oddly enough, my weapon of choice was a spear, except I used it like a glaive or something, and with deadly efficiency. It was like I'd had lessons on how to use it or something."

"Now that is odd." She agreed. "And what else?"

I frowned. "Um, I was fighting that woman again, the one I think was in love with the prince. I don't know what her real name is, because I'm pretty sure that the name she calls herself isn't her real name, but she called herself Queen Beryl. She was angry because the prince chose the princess, me I think, over her. She believed that she loved him, though I'm not so sure— I think it's more like lust. Anyway, she believed she loved the prince, but when he didn't choose her, she started hurling all these false accusations, like that I hypnotized him or put a spell on him so he'd believe he loved me when he really loved her, not me. I believe another one of her stories/rationalizations as to why he chose me over her was that I somehow forced him to love me, and implied I did so by threatening him. However, she forgot one thing: Q— the prince doesn't take kindly to threats." I had to stop myself from saying Quicksilver's name.

"Well that's assed backwards." My best friend said and I could hear the grin in her voice.

"Shut up." I complained.

She gave me an infuriating smile as I opened my eyes. "Shan't." She all but sang.

I huffed. "Five words, dear friend, five words." I grumbled.

"'Get smashed by a 'Buster.'" Tabitha recited. "Sorry, but I really don't feel like it. I'd much rather tease you." As she ducked the pillow I threw at her, she briefly glanced at the clock and cursed. "We're gonna be late if we don't hurry up!"

I cursed, using words that could probably even make the Brotherhood blush, hastily stripping off my pajamas before pulling on my favorite jeans and orange T-shirt with the Japanese Kanji for 'magma' on it in red thread.

I was half tempted to ask Kurt just to teleport me, but I decided against it as I'd probably just get in trouble with Professor X.

I knew he'd lecture me about how we shouldn't rely on our powers and we should act like everyone else despite the fact that almost everyone else pretty much knew we were mutants, which meant walking to school. I respected him greatly, but I personally thought that he could use to lighten up a little. Contrary to what he seemed to think, it really wouldn't kill him to relax once in a while.

On my way to school, I saw a group of young boys picking on what appeared to be a horse, but why it was there, I had no idea. Hands already racing through the handsigns for the Fireball Jutsu, I ran at them, betting on the fact that they probably didn't know I was a mutant.

"Oi!" I shouted. "Knock it off!" And then, I took a deep breath in and blew out a huge fireball.

"We're sorry!" The boys wailed and ran away.

I rolled my eyes. "Well I should think so." I said, channeling Storm-sensei before I cracked up laughing. I happened to glance at a nearby clock and cursed. Now I was even later! Why didn't I just ask Kurt to teleport me?! All through school, I couldn't stop thinking about my dream. Why did I have that particular dream again (the one I described to Tabitha was the one I had the most often)? Why did I have it now when I hadn't had it in months?

My teachers didn't seem to notice a thing, for one reason or another. Maybe because Tabitha was a whiz with Genjutsu, or illusions, and she probably put one on me to make it look like I was paying attention. She knew that if I had dreams on my mind, nothing and no one was going to make me pay attention to school, unless of course it was history. Quite frankly, I was a completely incurable history geek, plain and simple, and proud of it.

However, since my history teacher was . . . less than excellent at making things interesting, I wound up falling asleep and having that same dream from last night again. I'd been having it for almost as long as I could remember, but when I was younger, I couldn't really remember the details. As I got older, I was able to remember more and more about that dream, and my other dreams in general. It wasn't until recently that they really began to scare me, that I really began to realize just how deranged and mad Queen Beryl really was.

And trust me, she was very, very, deranged. The first dream I ever had was of her torturing me. That was what opened the floodgates, I supposed, and let all the other dreams through. For the most part it was the dream I had last night, but I had had other dreams.

I'd also had that one of her torturing me several times.

When school was finally done, I hurried home to the Institute, only to find the horse from earlier waiting for me.

"Amara," She spoke, seeming to ignore my shock. "Or should I say, Magma?"