Disclaimer: Umm . . . why do I get such such a strong sense of de ja
vu? Anyway, I don't own Sailor Moon. Wish I did, though. Don't own
Dragonflight either, but *you* should read it.
Author's Notes: My first chapter. In this fic, anyway. Before I begin,
however, I'd just like to say that Alicia Blade is the best (online)
author in the world! And . . . other stuff.
For instance, they're on the Moon, and the Earth is cruel. If you get
too close, ya kinda die. And it sends down spores that kill everything
they touch. Not exactly the best place to go on holiday, hey?
Serenity lost her memory 'cause she hit the stone ground and damaged
her head. Duh! And she's the young girl, not the woman from the future.
A Flight is like a group of dragons.
By Martian, I mean from Mars, as in Irish / Welsh / Whatever accents.
Serenity won't meat Endymion until at least chapter three.
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Many years had passed since that fateful day of November, but still not
a day went by that Serenity didn't pledge her revenge. She would make
Beryl pay for what she had done, or die in the attempt, a thing
very probable considering the cruelty of the guards.
On the day of the attack, one had made its way towards her, leering
down. Then he'd brushed her roughly aside, throwing her towards the
stone-covered ground. He had done it as though it were nothing, an
everyday gesture, but it had caused Serenity to loose her memory. She
remembered her name, and her heritage, but she couldn't think of
anything past the day of the battle.
Sometimes, she would wonder what it would be like to find a home, a
place where people would love her no matter what. It was, however,
unlikely. She had plans of her own. As Princess of Crystal Tokyo, she
only needed to be rid of the current queen to inherit the throne. It
would be difficult, and very dangerous, but she had already suffered
five years of slavery, and was no stranger to pain.
Sneaking quietly out of the room, Serenity ran down to the courtyard.
There waited her only friend, the Youma, struggling on its long long
leash, trying desperately to reach her. She walked over as quickly as
she could, and slipped to her knees, caressing the ugly head. Through
the years, that very beast had been the only thing that kept her sane.
The beatings, cruel words . . . all had been forgotten in its presence,
for it had stayed by her side since the day she had lost her memory,
and did all manner of things to comfort her now.
Something, she wasn't sure quite what, made her turn her head. She
knew without a doubt that there was a danger coming ever closer, and it
was not one she had yet known. Watching the glowing sphere of the Earth,
she decided that that was the source.
Suddenly, a glimmer of her childhood passed before her eyes, and
everything else was forgotten. Raising a hand, as though to catch an
elusive butterfly, she reached out for it. She failed however, for it
was just out of reach. Soon, it disappeared completely, but not before
she had seen a fragment of memory.
Serenity saw a young girl, around four, giggling as her father threw
her up in the air, only to catch her in a warm embrace. It seemed
vaguely familiar, though she couldn't for the life of her remember why.
Hearing footsteps, she quickly jerked away from the keening Youma,
silently warning it to act towards her as it would to any other. It
nodded its head in understanding. Contrary to popular belief, it had a
brain.
The man (for the heavy steps determined it to be so) came closer, and,
seeing the princess, grabbed her by the arm.
"Y're wanted in the kitchens." was all he would say. After a moment of
uncomfortable silence (during which he did not loosen his hold), he
dragged her inside.
Upon their arrival, he left. Serenity was slightly confused. She had
thought she'd known all the people in the castle, but never before had
she seen his face, she was certain. She shrugged. 'He must be new.' she
thought. Personally, she couldn't care less.
The unusual bustle surrounding her suddenly made itself known. She
took the arm of a passing servant, and asked gently: "What is going
on?"
He stared, an incredulous expression on his ugly face, and the look in
his eyes made her blanch. What was so important that it caused all
this, yet was unable to attract her attention? She had a feeling she
was soon going to find out, and was correct in the assumption.
Finally pulling himself together, the man spoke.
"Beryl's comin', with a Flight!"
Serenity could only look at him in shock and disbelief. If he was
telling the truth, this could finally be her chance for revenge! All
innocence and sweetness faded quickly from her young mind. Glancing
around, she made her decision. What he had told her was true. It
certainly accounted for all the noise, for Crystal Tokyo hadn't had
guests for years.
She was snapped rudely away from her thoughts by the servant, who
roughly pulled back his arm. He glared at her awhile, though she could
see fear in his gaze. After a few minutes, he ran off, muttering under
his breath. Only a few seconds later, she walked towards the Fires, an
evil smile playing on her lips. She didn't care. She had work to do.
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I know, I know . . . Another short chapter. I promised it'd be longer,
so I'll have to make Two especially wide. Anyway, if you find any
Spelling / Punctuation mistakes, please let me know!