Hello, I am TLP, and I... am... addicted... to writing Sailor Moon
fanfiction. The words come hard, but I realize that I do indeed have a
problem. I am willing to try to work through this... after all, the first
step is admitting the problem, ne?
Anywhoozle, you gals almost voted for Andrew -- it was close. C'mon minna,
I need more votes! Heck, you don't even have to email, you can give it to
me over AIM. ^_~
But here's the next part. I still don't own Sailor Moon, but I am working
on that. One day, I swear, one day...
Deus Ex Machina
PG
The Lone Pig
Alternate World
PART 8 of *golly gee whilickers... you almost voted for Andrew...*
A mysterious old woman peered over the sleeping figure of Serena. She held
in her hand a mixture of miscellaneous herbs that had been crushed together
into a fine powder. The woman lightly shook the powder from her hand over
Serena. Each grain grabbed the surrounding light from the torches as it
floated through the air above Serena. The old woman began to chant.
The words came out in the olde tongue, a language seldom heard of anymore,
let alone spoken. As the words slipped from the old woman's mouth, the
powder began to glow brighter and the room darker, as if all of the light
was being drawn into the dust.
The magical dust settled onto Serena, covering her from head to toe in a
fine carpet. Serena's breathing slowed.
Standing behind in the shadows, a lone figure stood. She did not believe
herself to have been discovered, but she had. The old woman knew
everything. After all, it was her game. But she let the mysterious ninja
alone and even shifted to allow a better look at the task she was
performing.
A flicker of light appeared in the air above Serena. It gathered electrical
currents around it and began to open. The flicker quickly grew into a
circle roughly the size of a wall-mirror. It was known as a dream-gate.
The old woman threw the remaining dust she had into the circle. It
contorted, as if under some intense pain, before settling back to its
original shape. Now, it held the unconciousness found within Serena's mind.
The ninja gasped, then caught herself and cautiously drew herself back into
the recess offered within the shadows. She knew that she had erred and that
meant she would probably die here. But the old woman she was so intently
watching did nothing. Perhaps the ninja hadn't been caught... she settled
back down comfortably and continued to spy on the events.
Within the dream-gate, the elements found within the air swirled and
gathered together to form a mural.
There was a couple sitting on a grassy hill. Food lay all around, but most
of it had been at least partially eaten. The girl in the picture was
obviously Serena, right down to the golden pigtails and twin odango. The
male had his faced turned, but even so it was obvious he enjoyed his
company. The man positively glowed.
The ground beneath them suddenly gave way, and the perspective changed to
that of Serena's. She was falling into the darkness, screaming and reaching
for the hand offered her by the young man she was with.
The ninja gasped. She knew the young man from the training school and had
heard how he had received high honors and been adopted directly into the
City Guard. His name, if she was not mistaken, was Darien. Why was he in
the queen's memories? His majesty, King Kashue would be most interested to
hear this.
The old woman saw nothing that she didn't already know. In truth, it had
partially been her work that had brought her here. Darien, on the other
hand, was an unwanted guest. A pest. But he only prolonged the game, and
provided everything continued well, it shouldn't present a problem and would
only make things more interesting. The woman pulled back the cowl behind
which she hid. A creature with skin the color of midnight and eyes red as
blood breathed deeply. The air in the castle's catacombs was cold and,
especially within the crypts, stale.
The Yoma heard a shuffle from the pillars behind her. She had forgotten
about her guest. Even demons were prone to some mistakes...
'Oh well,' thought the Yoma. 'Just another intruder that needs to be taken
care of...' Her eyes glowed a furious red.
"You may come out of the shadows, my dear," stated the Yoma. "You should
know that those are my domain..."
The ninja stepped from the shadows and stood directly in front of the
monster. She bowed formally, but with her eyes riveted towards the creature
for any movement.
"I am Kasumi of the Onryou Ninja Clan. I am here under the direction of
King Kashue of the Southern Kingdom. I will not die here."
The Yoma laughed. "Of course not... you will simply be my messenger..."
Kasumi felt a great burden lift from her and then she was looking down at
herself. She watched herself turn and walk into the shadows, but couldn't
do anything to control it...
The gardens were nearing. Andrew's heart pounded in unison with his
footsteps. His pulse beat in his ears, and his breathing came in ragged,
quick gasps. A cracked cobblestone was all it took to shatter Andrew's
hopes as his foot caught the corner of it and he tumbled to the ground.
Behind him, the footsteps of Lord Falken slowed as he found his prey now
trapped and unable to escape in time...
Andrew fumbled backwards and tried to reach for his sword, but found it
wasn't there. His eyes scanned frantically for it. It was a few yards to
his right. He had to get his sword-belt fixed someday... if he lived to see
someday.
Falken was approaching rapidly, readying his sword for the final cut. The
cut that would end Andrew's life...
A shrill, sharp noise split the air. Falken looked towards the city and
frowned. A pillar of blue light had appeared from the sky, but disappeared
just as quickly. Andrew took the opportunity to dive for his sword. He
flipped himself over and sommersaulted to the right. At mid-dive he grabbed
his sword and by the time he landed his roll, had the sword out and the
scabbard discarded on the ground.
Andrew stood to his height and moved into stance, blade before him.
"Now, let's see what that sword of yours can really do..."
Underneath the castle and main city of the Southern Kingdom existed a maze
of labyrinths and corridors, cut directly into the limestone and rock of the
mountain that the city had been built on. These tunnels all led to a
central location behind the city; a cave, filled with provisions. The cave
was large enough to hold the occupants of the entire city, should it ever
fall. It looks as if the city had fallen, and from the looks of it, the
whole city hadn't made it.
King Kashue ceased his pacing and frowned.
"So the Terindyan kingdom is the one responsible for the attack."
Kashue had known it to be true, but hadn't wanted to believe it. Such
tactics were not called for, even in war. There exist some rules, a small
semlance of humanity for one to hold on to, even in battle. The rules are
not spoken of, but exist in the minds of anyone who dared to call themself a
human being. To go against these rules meant to be going against one's
humanity. If humanity no longer exists within the soul, then what is left?
An empty shell, inhabited by a monster.
"You are sure?" asked the King.
"Yes your majesty," replied Kasumi from her knelt stance. "They intend to
attack us, and even know of this secret place. I would advise that we
leave."
"I must consult with my staff first. If the Terindyans have already
forcibly ignored the rules of war, then we are no longer dealing with our
fellow humans, we are now dealing with monsters." Kashue called for a guard
to gather his advisors and staff for a meeting. Then he turned back to the
ninja before him. "Thank you Kasumi, you may go." He resumed his pacing.
"Yes your majesty... but one more thing," spoke Kasumi. Inside, she was
screaming at herself to stop.
"The young lieutenant known as Darien, sir. The old witch that resides at
the castle as the king's advisor viewed the lady Serena's thoughts. I
watched as she did so, and saw the visions of the lady Serena. Where I
thought I would see you, your majesty, I instead saw the young lieutenant.
She called out to him to rescue her sir..."
The king stopped once again. "You are sure?"
"Yes, your majesty."
The king's brow furrowed and he frowned. If he was to have Serena for his
own, then he would have to be rid of the young man that stood in his way.
If he had already come as far as to recruite the help of a demon, then he
must see it through. "It would seem then that I have enemies both inside
and outside. Thank you again Kasumi."
The ninja nodded and disappeared into the air.
A soldier came into the room. "Sir, your strategists and advisors have been
called together and await your appearance."
The king walked out of the room. He would not lose this war even if it
meant losing his own humanity in the process -- and he would also defeat the
Terindyan.
=================================================================
And there, you have more reason now to hate Kashue, ne? So many baddies, so
little time to actually give you good reason to hate them. Anyway, it's
that time again...
If you
1 Want to find out where Darien has disappeared to, email me.
2 Would like to see Andrew have a good fight with Falken, email me.
3 Are interested in more of Serena's problems at the castle and would like
to see more of what the old woman has planned for her, email me.
4 Hate King Kashue and would like to see him dead, but not until after he
has screwed up Darien's life a little bit more... um... email me?
That would be that -- thanks so much for the support on this story.
Ho na!
-- TLP ^(=)^
fanfiction. The words come hard, but I realize that I do indeed have a
problem. I am willing to try to work through this... after all, the first
step is admitting the problem, ne?
Anywhoozle, you gals almost voted for Andrew -- it was close. C'mon minna,
I need more votes! Heck, you don't even have to email, you can give it to
me over AIM. ^_~
But here's the next part. I still don't own Sailor Moon, but I am working
on that. One day, I swear, one day...
Deus Ex Machina
PG
The Lone Pig
Alternate World
PART 8 of *golly gee whilickers... you almost voted for Andrew...*
A mysterious old woman peered over the sleeping figure of Serena. She held
in her hand a mixture of miscellaneous herbs that had been crushed together
into a fine powder. The woman lightly shook the powder from her hand over
Serena. Each grain grabbed the surrounding light from the torches as it
floated through the air above Serena. The old woman began to chant.
The words came out in the olde tongue, a language seldom heard of anymore,
let alone spoken. As the words slipped from the old woman's mouth, the
powder began to glow brighter and the room darker, as if all of the light
was being drawn into the dust.
The magical dust settled onto Serena, covering her from head to toe in a
fine carpet. Serena's breathing slowed.
Standing behind in the shadows, a lone figure stood. She did not believe
herself to have been discovered, but she had. The old woman knew
everything. After all, it was her game. But she let the mysterious ninja
alone and even shifted to allow a better look at the task she was
performing.
A flicker of light appeared in the air above Serena. It gathered electrical
currents around it and began to open. The flicker quickly grew into a
circle roughly the size of a wall-mirror. It was known as a dream-gate.
The old woman threw the remaining dust she had into the circle. It
contorted, as if under some intense pain, before settling back to its
original shape. Now, it held the unconciousness found within Serena's mind.
The ninja gasped, then caught herself and cautiously drew herself back into
the recess offered within the shadows. She knew that she had erred and that
meant she would probably die here. But the old woman she was so intently
watching did nothing. Perhaps the ninja hadn't been caught... she settled
back down comfortably and continued to spy on the events.
Within the dream-gate, the elements found within the air swirled and
gathered together to form a mural.
There was a couple sitting on a grassy hill. Food lay all around, but most
of it had been at least partially eaten. The girl in the picture was
obviously Serena, right down to the golden pigtails and twin odango. The
male had his faced turned, but even so it was obvious he enjoyed his
company. The man positively glowed.
The ground beneath them suddenly gave way, and the perspective changed to
that of Serena's. She was falling into the darkness, screaming and reaching
for the hand offered her by the young man she was with.
The ninja gasped. She knew the young man from the training school and had
heard how he had received high honors and been adopted directly into the
City Guard. His name, if she was not mistaken, was Darien. Why was he in
the queen's memories? His majesty, King Kashue would be most interested to
hear this.
The old woman saw nothing that she didn't already know. In truth, it had
partially been her work that had brought her here. Darien, on the other
hand, was an unwanted guest. A pest. But he only prolonged the game, and
provided everything continued well, it shouldn't present a problem and would
only make things more interesting. The woman pulled back the cowl behind
which she hid. A creature with skin the color of midnight and eyes red as
blood breathed deeply. The air in the castle's catacombs was cold and,
especially within the crypts, stale.
The Yoma heard a shuffle from the pillars behind her. She had forgotten
about her guest. Even demons were prone to some mistakes...
'Oh well,' thought the Yoma. 'Just another intruder that needs to be taken
care of...' Her eyes glowed a furious red.
"You may come out of the shadows, my dear," stated the Yoma. "You should
know that those are my domain..."
The ninja stepped from the shadows and stood directly in front of the
monster. She bowed formally, but with her eyes riveted towards the creature
for any movement.
"I am Kasumi of the Onryou Ninja Clan. I am here under the direction of
King Kashue of the Southern Kingdom. I will not die here."
The Yoma laughed. "Of course not... you will simply be my messenger..."
Kasumi felt a great burden lift from her and then she was looking down at
herself. She watched herself turn and walk into the shadows, but couldn't
do anything to control it...
The gardens were nearing. Andrew's heart pounded in unison with his
footsteps. His pulse beat in his ears, and his breathing came in ragged,
quick gasps. A cracked cobblestone was all it took to shatter Andrew's
hopes as his foot caught the corner of it and he tumbled to the ground.
Behind him, the footsteps of Lord Falken slowed as he found his prey now
trapped and unable to escape in time...
Andrew fumbled backwards and tried to reach for his sword, but found it
wasn't there. His eyes scanned frantically for it. It was a few yards to
his right. He had to get his sword-belt fixed someday... if he lived to see
someday.
Falken was approaching rapidly, readying his sword for the final cut. The
cut that would end Andrew's life...
A shrill, sharp noise split the air. Falken looked towards the city and
frowned. A pillar of blue light had appeared from the sky, but disappeared
just as quickly. Andrew took the opportunity to dive for his sword. He
flipped himself over and sommersaulted to the right. At mid-dive he grabbed
his sword and by the time he landed his roll, had the sword out and the
scabbard discarded on the ground.
Andrew stood to his height and moved into stance, blade before him.
"Now, let's see what that sword of yours can really do..."
Underneath the castle and main city of the Southern Kingdom existed a maze
of labyrinths and corridors, cut directly into the limestone and rock of the
mountain that the city had been built on. These tunnels all led to a
central location behind the city; a cave, filled with provisions. The cave
was large enough to hold the occupants of the entire city, should it ever
fall. It looks as if the city had fallen, and from the looks of it, the
whole city hadn't made it.
King Kashue ceased his pacing and frowned.
"So the Terindyan kingdom is the one responsible for the attack."
Kashue had known it to be true, but hadn't wanted to believe it. Such
tactics were not called for, even in war. There exist some rules, a small
semlance of humanity for one to hold on to, even in battle. The rules are
not spoken of, but exist in the minds of anyone who dared to call themself a
human being. To go against these rules meant to be going against one's
humanity. If humanity no longer exists within the soul, then what is left?
An empty shell, inhabited by a monster.
"You are sure?" asked the King.
"Yes your majesty," replied Kasumi from her knelt stance. "They intend to
attack us, and even know of this secret place. I would advise that we
leave."
"I must consult with my staff first. If the Terindyans have already
forcibly ignored the rules of war, then we are no longer dealing with our
fellow humans, we are now dealing with monsters." Kashue called for a guard
to gather his advisors and staff for a meeting. Then he turned back to the
ninja before him. "Thank you Kasumi, you may go." He resumed his pacing.
"Yes your majesty... but one more thing," spoke Kasumi. Inside, she was
screaming at herself to stop.
"The young lieutenant known as Darien, sir. The old witch that resides at
the castle as the king's advisor viewed the lady Serena's thoughts. I
watched as she did so, and saw the visions of the lady Serena. Where I
thought I would see you, your majesty, I instead saw the young lieutenant.
She called out to him to rescue her sir..."
The king stopped once again. "You are sure?"
"Yes, your majesty."
The king's brow furrowed and he frowned. If he was to have Serena for his
own, then he would have to be rid of the young man that stood in his way.
If he had already come as far as to recruite the help of a demon, then he
must see it through. "It would seem then that I have enemies both inside
and outside. Thank you again Kasumi."
The ninja nodded and disappeared into the air.
A soldier came into the room. "Sir, your strategists and advisors have been
called together and await your appearance."
The king walked out of the room. He would not lose this war even if it
meant losing his own humanity in the process -- and he would also defeat the
Terindyan.
=================================================================
And there, you have more reason now to hate Kashue, ne? So many baddies, so
little time to actually give you good reason to hate them. Anyway, it's
that time again...
If you
1 Want to find out where Darien has disappeared to, email me.
2 Would like to see Andrew have a good fight with Falken, email me.
3 Are interested in more of Serena's problems at the castle and would like
to see more of what the old woman has planned for her, email me.
4 Hate King Kashue and would like to see him dead, but not until after he
has screwed up Darien's life a little bit more... um... email me?
That would be that -- thanks so much for the support on this story.
Ho na!
-- TLP ^(=)^