A new story...and amazingly, its SM!!! Wow...hee hee....I'm in my own little Fushigi Yuugi world
at this time, so don't mind me! I hope you like this newest invention, which I have been thinking about for
quite some time. Sailor Moon does not belong to me, it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, who did create this
wonderful manga show from the start.
A Faerie Tale
by: LazuliMemoryStar@juno.com
Prolouge
Usagi sat up and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. How difficult it was, living in the woods
alone! No clan nearby to help, to be there to make jokes when gathering the berries and green foods of the forest
to store. How she wished she had some companionship. She watched other clans from afar, pairs of girls going
off together, baskets in hand, silent as deer. Usagi wondered why she didn't have a clan. Why she woke up one day,
far away from any civilizations of the Forest Folk, alone and utterly without memories of what happened to her in
those previous days.
She shook her head, wishing that she could join one of them on their searching expeditions, but she had
seen what had happened to a stray intruder. She guessed that the lands that she was on had once belonged to her clan, and that's why they were untouched, and she was not harmed. Perhaps they believed her clan still lived on, and that to wander into unknown territory meant death. She wasn't sure, for her lands lay at the edge of the Forest Clan territory, and that meant humans...ordinary people could wander off their carefully cultivated paths into her territory and try to burn them or capture them as work of their devil. Usagi sniffed. As if she believed in such a creature! A creature for man, not for her kind, who lived by the forest and gave thanks to the wind and sun and sky gods, who provided her with life, and yet at the same time, taught her of the cruelties of it. She shuddered as she
remembered so many times when she had wandered hungry, almost driven to go to another Clan for help, for food, but she held herself back everytime. While the intrustion on another Forest Clan's space meant certain, instant death in some places, the promise of life and sunshine, crisp breezes and the fresh, fresh earth meant so much more to her. She kept her hold on life with a grip as tight as anything.
She heard a noise in the forest behind her, which could mean that she strayed too far into the human's lands, or that she had wandered into another Clan's village. She feverently prayed that neither had occured, and ran back to her home, with a speed like the wind.
Once Usagi was back in her treetop home, she finally relaxed. She was in the heart of her own territory now, and nobody could catch her. She put away her supplies, and tried to calm her shaking nerves. She felt as if her senses were being strung a million different ways, which she tried hard to bring into order. She felt that something terrible would happen if she let those feelings reach out...she ruthlessly cut off her connection to everything at that point, leaving her shaking with fear inside herself, wondering what was happening to her. She didn't know if this was normal or not. She was never told of it. She finished putting away her gatherings, and went to her bedroom, falling into an uneasy sleep for the first time in decades.
Mamoru cursed as he met with the same pattern of forestry for the fourth time that day. Was this forest or its inhabitants playing tricks on him? He sighed. How strange for the forest to forget its own. He knelt down in the rich earth, asking it to look through him and accept him again, trying to feel the old connections spring up anew. He should have already been connected...he was the next in line for the leadership of the clan, and the welfare of the Forest Clan of Slyphs, the Wind Runners, but it seemed that while he was gone, someone else took up the job. There were ties from the Earth and Wind leading back into the center of the Wind Runner Clan, and he started to follow those links, unconciously getting himself more intertwined with the new owners signature of being. He looked up at one point to see a small girl knee deep in the strawberries and onion grass, and he moved
foward slowly, hoping that he wouldn't disturb her. She was...beautiful....He must have made some sort of sound, though, invisible to his long-forgotten memories, and she took off like a shot, almost vanishing with the wind. This must be the one who had the leadership of the Clan. He wondered how many people were left, now, and how many had died in that long-ago slaughtering of the Wind Runners.
How is that for a prolouge, minna? I know it is awfully short, but it's an idea! Please, feedback, onegei??!!!
Lazuli
at this time, so don't mind me! I hope you like this newest invention, which I have been thinking about for
quite some time. Sailor Moon does not belong to me, it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, who did create this
wonderful manga show from the start.
A Faerie Tale
by: LazuliMemoryStar@juno.com
Prolouge
Usagi sat up and brushed a stray lock of hair out of her eyes. How difficult it was, living in the woods
alone! No clan nearby to help, to be there to make jokes when gathering the berries and green foods of the forest
to store. How she wished she had some companionship. She watched other clans from afar, pairs of girls going
off together, baskets in hand, silent as deer. Usagi wondered why she didn't have a clan. Why she woke up one day,
far away from any civilizations of the Forest Folk, alone and utterly without memories of what happened to her in
those previous days.
She shook her head, wishing that she could join one of them on their searching expeditions, but she had
seen what had happened to a stray intruder. She guessed that the lands that she was on had once belonged to her clan, and that's why they were untouched, and she was not harmed. Perhaps they believed her clan still lived on, and that to wander into unknown territory meant death. She wasn't sure, for her lands lay at the edge of the Forest Clan territory, and that meant humans...ordinary people could wander off their carefully cultivated paths into her territory and try to burn them or capture them as work of their devil. Usagi sniffed. As if she believed in such a creature! A creature for man, not for her kind, who lived by the forest and gave thanks to the wind and sun and sky gods, who provided her with life, and yet at the same time, taught her of the cruelties of it. She shuddered as she
remembered so many times when she had wandered hungry, almost driven to go to another Clan for help, for food, but she held herself back everytime. While the intrustion on another Forest Clan's space meant certain, instant death in some places, the promise of life and sunshine, crisp breezes and the fresh, fresh earth meant so much more to her. She kept her hold on life with a grip as tight as anything.
She heard a noise in the forest behind her, which could mean that she strayed too far into the human's lands, or that she had wandered into another Clan's village. She feverently prayed that neither had occured, and ran back to her home, with a speed like the wind.
Once Usagi was back in her treetop home, she finally relaxed. She was in the heart of her own territory now, and nobody could catch her. She put away her supplies, and tried to calm her shaking nerves. She felt as if her senses were being strung a million different ways, which she tried hard to bring into order. She felt that something terrible would happen if she let those feelings reach out...she ruthlessly cut off her connection to everything at that point, leaving her shaking with fear inside herself, wondering what was happening to her. She didn't know if this was normal or not. She was never told of it. She finished putting away her gatherings, and went to her bedroom, falling into an uneasy sleep for the first time in decades.
Mamoru cursed as he met with the same pattern of forestry for the fourth time that day. Was this forest or its inhabitants playing tricks on him? He sighed. How strange for the forest to forget its own. He knelt down in the rich earth, asking it to look through him and accept him again, trying to feel the old connections spring up anew. He should have already been connected...he was the next in line for the leadership of the clan, and the welfare of the Forest Clan of Slyphs, the Wind Runners, but it seemed that while he was gone, someone else took up the job. There were ties from the Earth and Wind leading back into the center of the Wind Runner Clan, and he started to follow those links, unconciously getting himself more intertwined with the new owners signature of being. He looked up at one point to see a small girl knee deep in the strawberries and onion grass, and he moved
foward slowly, hoping that he wouldn't disturb her. She was...beautiful....He must have made some sort of sound, though, invisible to his long-forgotten memories, and she took off like a shot, almost vanishing with the wind. This must be the one who had the leadership of the Clan. He wondered how many people were left, now, and how many had died in that long-ago slaughtering of the Wind Runners.
How is that for a prolouge, minna? I know it is awfully short, but it's an idea! Please, feedback, onegei??!!!
Lazuli