Title: What I Would Give
Author: Lisa
Chapter: 2
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
Hi minna! Here's chapter 2! Oh, my big test is tomorrow! *sighs nervously* Anyway, this chapter is a little longer as you can see, it is in Serenity's p.o.v., and hopefully it will be enjoyable to you. Enjoy, and have fun!
Disclaimers: Sailor Moon and the others don't belong to me, but this story does.
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The darkness of this place frightens me to no end. The sad thing is, I might be stuck here for the rest of my life, however long that is going to be. If only I could just see sunlight again, to feel the cool wind again...to say goodbye to my dearest friends and mother...I would give anything for that.

Sitting down on the hard, dirt covered ground, I conceptualize issues dealing with Endymion. He seems so...scared of something I can not quite figure out. What I do know is that he is afraid to show his true emotions, and because of that his personality is that of a person with no heart...a heartless person who would not care about anything. But why do I feel strange when around him? Even though my mind tells me that Endymion will never be kind nor caring, my heart still feels weird whenever he is around. His touch is...undescribable. It is cold...however at the same time, warm. It makes me feel better somehow. What a mystery this prince is.
I did not even realize how tired I was until I lay down. I guess the second my head hit the ground, I was asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to a small ray of sunshine coming from the window. The room was much brighter, and that made me feel a little better. I guess I had been afraid of dark places ever since I was little.
My stomach growled loudly. Food, it seemed to shout at me. I wonder when my breakfast will be here...

The sound of footsteps were heard as a person entered the dungeon. He jingled the keys a bit before stopping at my cell, and opening it just a bit to hand me my food.
I looked closely at the him, and to my disappointment, the person was not Endymion, but Henry, the grouchy guard as I called him.
"Here is your breakfast." He said roughly.
I eyed the food, afraid it might be poisoned. Hey, if Henry hated the people of the moon so much, who is to say he might not try to poison me?
"Thank you." I replied slowly, unsure of what to do. If I eat it, then I would risk dying. If I do not, I would be starving until lunch. There was only one thing to do...eat it.

Henry stared at me as I devoured the breakfast. "Boy, you are a hungry girl."
"I guess I am." I stated simply, wiping food off my chin.
"You know, you are a little different than all the other savage people of the moon."
Was that a compliment? It seemed more like an insult. "What do you mean?" I asked, setting the tray down.
"Well, you act differently."
"Oh." I did not have a clue to what Henry was talking about, but decoded to play along. "By the way, you never told me why you hate me and my people so much."
I knew at that moment, that I had said the wrong thing. Fear boiled in my veins. I regretted asking him that question. Why can not I, for once, not let my curiosity get to me?
Henry's eyes darkened, and he growled lowly. "Why?" He asked harshly.
"I am sorry." I replied meekly, eyes not meeting his.
"No. I mean, why do you want to know?"
"I do not know."
And to my surprise, Henry found this funny. He started chuckling a bit.
"Just forget it. I do not have time to discuss why I hate you, but I have a good reason."
"Not all the people of the moon are bad you know." Great. Another wrong thing said.
Henry narrowed his eyes, glaring at me, hatred burning in his eyes. "I was wrong. You are no different than the others. All you want to do is be better than Earth. let me be the first to tell you, brat, that you and your people will never be better than us."
With that, Henry left, murmuring to himself.

I wonder why he is like that. Then it hit me. Why could not I have used my physic powers and read his mind? Well, I guess there is always a tomorrow...hopefully.

As the day dragged on, I felt as if I were in here for an eternity. I wanted to have company, someone to talk to besides myself.
"Mother..." I tried to use my powers to communicate with my mother. One problem, my powers are not nearly as strong as those of my mother. Who knows if my attempts of communication will reach the moon.
"Mother...can you hear me?" I signaled over, using all my power.
No response. Until...
"Serenity?" A silvery, almost angelic voice rang in my head.
"Yes, it is me Mother."
"Oh Serenity. Where are you?"
"Oh Earth."
"Earth?"
"Yes."
I waited for my mother to send over...but nothing happened.
"Mother..where are you? Mother?" The connection seemed to dissolve. "No!" I shouted otu loud. Silent tears rolled unconsciously down my cheek. I tried to wpie them away, to prove to myself that I was a brave person...but I was not. The tears just would not stop, no matter how hard I tried.

"Quite the sad type, are you?" I gasp, and wiped my tears off abruptly.
"Prince Endymion." I murmured. "I was just..." I could not think of anything to tell him.
"You were crying, am I right?" He approached me slowly, a grin on his face. Now that was a little too pushy.
"You mock me sir." I stated coldly, refusing to meet his gaze.
"Oh really? But I do have control over you, do I not? I could easily dispose of you...but I will not."
"And why?"
He hesitated for a brief second, as if not having an answer. "I do not know." He admitted finally, seemingly defeated that he did not know the reason why.

I grin. "Well, you can not know everything there is to know."
"I can try." Now that one caught me off guard.
Raising an eyebrow, I examine Endymion carefully. He is just so arrogant, stubborn for his own good. I wonder what I can do the change him a bit...perhaps he should know the world does not just evolve around him...that he does not know everything.
"Prince Endymion, you are quite the most stubborn man I have ever met."
"Oh?" He grinned mischievously. "I guess I am...special."

Oh, why does Endymion have to be so handsome...and stubborn all at the same time? His attitude is getting little disturbing in my opinion...
"Prince Endymion, may I ask of a favor?" I inquired, batting my eyelashes. Men just could not realize that, as I learned from personal experience...let us not get into that.
"What is it?"
"I wish for a brief moment outside, smelling fresh air...feeling the wind. If you give me that, I will never ask for anything again. Oh, and by the way, where is the bathroom in this place?" I just had to ask right?
Endymion chuckled lightheartedly. "Right there." He pointed to a corner covered with hay. "Just move the stuff out of the way, and you will see a door leading to the bathroom."
"Oh. Thank you my prince." I replied as politely as I could, and curtsied...just like my mother had taught me to do.
Of course, Endymion thought otherwise, and gave me a strange look. "Uh...sure."

After a few minuted of washing up in the not-so-clean bathroom, I was out, and feeling a little refreshed after washing my face with the cool water.
"Endy...err...Prince Endymion can I please just have my last request?"
Endymion smiled widely. "You make it sound like you are going to die soon."
"I am not so sure I will not." I shot back.
"My, my, how stubborn we are Serenity."
"I should say the same about you." As soon as those words left my mouth, I regretted it deeply.
Endymion remained silent until a smirk formed on his lips. "Looks like I have met my match Serenity. But just remember, my impression of you stays the same. You are nothing but a young girl in need of fresh air, and that is what I will give you. And remember that I will never feel anything towards you but resentment."

I did not know what to say. My mouth opened slightly, trying to form words. 'Tell him that he is just a stubborn person.' My mind commanded, but my mouth had trouble voicing that. For the longest time, I just stood there, staring at Endymion like a complete fool...

"Serenity, hello?" Endymion waved his hands in front of my face. "If you want to go out, now it the time to do so. My parents are out."
"Huh? Oh, of course."

For the first time in days, I actually felt excited and happy...not moping around wondering if I would see the next day again.
Endymion took out his keys and stuck one silver key into the keyhole. It made a small click...a sound my ears rejoiced to hear.
"Now, promise you will not go and try to escape. This is your first and only warning." He shot me a look that said, 'try to escape and your are dead.'
I gulped, getting the picture instantly.
"Yes, Prince Endymion." I answer quickly.
"You can come out now." He opened the cell door.
My first instinct told me to run, but in my heart, I knew I would never make it in time if I did. So I did just what Endymion said to do: stay put.

As we stepped outside, I could see clearly the tension in Endymion's movements. He was afraid his father would find out...and who knows what would happen if he did...but Endymion was willing to take the risk for me. Maybe he was not that bad as I would have first presumed him to be. After all, he did chose to let me live.

"Serenity, what is it like...living on the moon?" Endymion turned to face me as a curious boy look overtook his facial features. Oh, Endymion looked so cute that way...
"Well, it is just like Earth, except we have different types of flowers, and we have balls every night."
"Really? Balls every night?"
"Yes, but all of which are boring." I admitted shyly. I guess I never wanted to admit that parties on the moon were 'boring.'
"Serenity, you seem so royal." He stated. "Do you have any particular reason for that?"
I exhaled deeply. 'Should I tell him? What would it hurt if I did anyway?' I contemplated with myself.
"Prince Endymion...do you know of the queen, Queen Serenity?"
He smiled. "Of course. The ruler of the moon. I hear she has a daughter, Princess Sere..." Endymion suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. "Wait. Your name is what?"
"Serenity."
"Sere...Serenity? Does...you are the princess of the moon, Princess Serenity?" He asked, not believing what he was hearing.
I nodded slowly, nervously. "Yes. I am the princess, Princess Serenity."
"I...I do not know what to say..." He murmured silently. "Princess...so you are not just a normal person, you are the princess of our enemy?"
"Enemy? Why do you consider me and my people your enemy? We have done nothing wrong." I shot back, hurt in every way, tears slowly forming. I just could not stand the fact that Endymion treated me differently just because I was from the moon.
"Because you are." He stated icily, a tone that sent shivers down my back. "I can not.." Endymion's head jerked up as he heard a sound...cries it seemed like.

I stood up, my whole body shaking with fright. "What is it?"
"War." He whispered silently, and taking my wrist in his icy grip, preceded to pull me towards the dreaded palace.
I gasped, covering my mouth. "With whom?" I was afraid of what he was to say next.
"The moon."
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I know you're like what in the world is Lisa thinking, right? Well, believe it or not, this fits into my plot line perfectly. I threw in a little cliff-hanger there too. *giggles* Want chapter 3? Then review! Or send me an e-mail at LisaZUMstories@aol.com. Until next time, ja ne minna!
This story written and posted March, 2001.