"I WILL HEAR NO MORE EXCUSES! NOW, SLEEP! FOREVER!"
Jadeite froze in horror as Queen Beryl's eyes glowed, a bright white glow shining from them.
"QUEEN BERYL, WAIT!" Jadeite pleaded for mercy, but his cries fell on deaf ears.
Beams of dark energy shot out of Beryl's eyes straight towards Jadeite. The energy enveloped him, searing his flesh to the bone. He let out a blood-curdling scream as he began to freeze solid.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHHHHHHHH!" The audience of youma before them let out gasps of shock and fear as they witnessed Jadeite freeze solid, thick layers of misting ice trapping him on all sides. A look of terror adorned his face as his arm stretched forward in a futile attempt to save himself.
"... He's gone!... Great Mettalia…" Beryl stood up from her throne, staff in hand. She gave a hard point of her scepter in the direction of Jadeite, with a venomously maniacal smirk on her face.
"Let Jadeite's fate be a warning to all of you!" Lighting crackled across the ice as the block containing Jadeite floated midair before vanishing from existence with a loud "Bang!".
It was so cold. Why was it so cold?! Oh please, God, Beryl, Mettalia, Anyone! PLEASE SAVE ME!
After what seemed like an indescribable amount of time, the numbing cold seemed to slowly subside. Jadeite couldn't feel anything anymore. Indescribable shapes danced across his vision.
Some more time passed. Despite being in the… absence of anything, the murky black pitch of endless night began to seep into Jadeite's pores. It oozed through his veins and it coiled tightly around his spine as it stretched upwards into his brain. Jadeite's flesh began to rot away, pieces of skin and muscle falling off his bones, his eye's melting out of their sockets and dripping onto his uniform.
Everything felt warm. This wasn't so bad. Even so, the warmth left Jadeite's decomposing bones.
Jadeite slept.
And then! A great rush of wind shook his form, followed by a blinding crimson red light. He hit the ground with a "Thunk", his bones clattering against rocks as he tumbled.
Jadeite remembered everything. Endymion, The Silver Millenium, his fellow Shitennou. Jadeite stood up and looked at the sky. Pitch dark, with the lone light of a star piercing the horizon like a hole in a blanket. Jadeite screamed, but since he had no lungs no sound came out of his open jaw.
What had he done? He had betrayed his master, destroyed the Golden Kingdom and fallen under the influence of that...witch, Beryl. His friends were still under her influence, and those senshi-.
Those senshi.
Jadeite roared at the sky again, not in grief but in rage. Everything bad that had ever happened to them, was a direct result of the senshi. From the Silver Millenium to the Dark Kingdom, they were a result of their meddling.
Jadeite fell to his knees, and hunched over. Tears that weren't there threatened to spill out from the place his eyes used to be. After what felt like hours of shaking on the ground, Jadeite got up.
There was much work to be done.
Desmond let out a relieved sigh as the remnants of the rebels set their ship down on the planet. The exodus had taken a toll on all of them, and not many of the original rebels remained. They had been halved by the time Serenity had chosen to exile them, and the long thirteen years it took to get here had given way to food shortages and a small pandemic scare. Only a quarter of those who had came with remained.
One of his officers came to him, holding a folder filled with papers.
"Captain, here are the reports about the planet you requested." Said officer handed it to Desmond. He set it down on a nearby table, before flipping through it.
The planet was a last resort to the rebels, rocky and cold due to the lack of sunlight. No food could be grown here, and the deathly cold of the outside would freeze a man solid the second he stepped foot out onto the planet. Even magic couldn't help them here.
Desmond rested his head against his steepled hands. It was in times like these that people lost hope. But even when faced with overwhelming odds, humanity always pushed forwards. They always found a way.
"Father, how does this pertain to-"
"Quiet, Demande. I'll get there."
A month had passed since the rebels landed on "New Terra" as it had become colloquially known. A few large terrariums had been put up outside the ship, so that they could try terraforming soil for plant growth. Things were looking up for them, at first. Then the accident happened.
A container of hydrogen had begun to leak, and it had gone unnoticed to the point that it had filled a substantial amount of the largest terrarium. Someone had been trying to chemically bond water into existence, and when they lit the match they needed, the center terrarium had exploded into a ball of fire which took the smaller connected ones with it.
Their food and water stores were running out, the civilians had begun to panic, and all their progress had been set back. Times were looking grim.
Then, The Outsider appeared.
Inexplicably, the outside atmosphere began to warm, and oxygen levels were increasing. It was safe to go outside. But how? Desmond soon had his answer.
The figure had appeared outside the ship, shrouded in darkness with his hood drawn. The crew could only stare as the figure appeared to grow trees out of thin air. The figure disappeared soon after, leaving only a message scrawled in the newly softened soil.
"IT WAS FATED THAT WE WOULD MEET. COME TO ME WHEN YOU ARE READY TO BEGIN THE GREAT FEAT."
The new environment had lasted for sixty years, long enough for New Terra to establish and thrive in the far reaches of the solar system, hidden away from the prying eyes of the Crystal Millenium. But even so, all good things must come to an end. The crops had begun to fail, and famine seemed more and more likely with each passing day.
Desmond had spent those sixty years decoding the message and searching for their savior, and now he'd found the answer. But he would not live to see the figure again, so Desmond passed the knowledge onto his son; Prince Demande.
"My son; I have one last request for you. Find the robed man, and save New Terra." Demande looked down at his ailing, frail father. Light glinted off of the curve of Demande's eyes.
"Of course, father."
Within the next few days, Desmond was dead. Prince Demande had cemented his leadership over the Black Moon Clan. Despite ruling it in name, Desmond had left his duties to his son since he had secluded himself in his study, searching for answers many thought would never come.
Demande had set out on his own immediately after that. Above all, Demande was a patriot, and he would help his planet in any way he could. Even if he had to make deals with sorcerers to do it. Day's passed as Demande walked through howling winds and thick sandstorms to reach his goal. Finally, he reached the mouth of a cave that was buried in the side of a mountain. Throwing a lit torch down into the cave, he could see that it led miles underground. Demande climbed in and began to walk. A few times, he could have sworn he saw something looking at him out of the corner of his eye; A reflection here and a shadow on the wall there. After hours of walking Demande reached the end of the cave.
The Sorcerer, as Demande had dubbed him, sat on a chair carved into stone. A billowing robe covered him, it's hood drawn so his face couldn't be seen. Two pinpricks of white light shined out at him from under the hood. The Sorcerer's hands stopped hovering over the crystal ball.
The silence grew oppressive as The Sorcerer continued to stare.
"I HAVE SEEN YOU COME. WHAT DO YOU SEEK?" The Sorcerer intoned, breaking the silence as his metallic accent echoed through the room.
"New Terra is dying. We require the aid of whatever you did to this planet long ago."
Demande stated. The Sorcerer continued to sit still, perhaps thinking about the request.
"I SHALL. IT SHALL COME WITH A PRICE, HOWEVER."
"What do you want?" Inquired Demande. Demande could feel The Sorcerer's gaze linger on him for a moment.
"LIKE YOUR FATHER, I WAS ORIGINALLY FROM EARTH. I WAS CAST HERE BY NEO-QUEEN SERENITY AS A YOUNG MAN." Demande recoiled in shock. The Sorcerer was a human?! The Sorcerer seemed to relish in Demande's shock.
"I REQUIRE THE LIBERATION OF EARTH, AND THE DESTRUCTION OF CRYSTAL TOKYO."
A smile crossed Demande's face.
"Our goals appear to align, then."
"OH?" The Sorcerer sounded surprised.
"I too, desire the liberation of our Terran brothers."
"VERY WELL; I SHALL PERFORM THE NECESSARY SPELL TO HEAL THIS PLANET."
"Good." Demande made a move to exit the cave. He stopped suddenly.
"And one more thing."
"YES?"
"What do we call you?" The Sorcerer seemed to deliberate for a moment, and then looked at Demande.
"I AM WISEMAN, FOR I WAS ONE OF THE EARTH'S FINEST STRATEGISTS IN THE DAYS BEFORE CRYSTAL TOKYO."
This fic mostly comes from the fact the Jadeite and Wiseman share the same voice actor in the english dub.
This fic takes place in Animeverse, with elements borrowed from the manga.
I don't own anything Sailor Moon related besides this fic. It all belongs to Naoko Takeuchi.
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