Hi everyone. This is my revision of SMB. For those of you that don't know, this is
Sailor Moon Bridges, my first fanfic. I
decided to revise it because there were a few errors that I wanted to
correct. You will see how it all ties
together in the Sequel "Goddess Sailor Moon".
Anyway Read and Review.
BTW: I don't own Sailor Moon. If I did I would be somewhere making Lots of Money.
Sailor Moon Bridges
By Serenestorm
Prologue: The Dream of Death
The day started off beautiful. Everywhere laughter could be heard. Children were playing and the sun was shining. The song of the birds could be heard from
the trees above and cherry blossoms filled the air with their soft fragrance. Yes the day was peaceful, beautiful, but
beauty cannot last forever. Like everything else beauty must fade, tarnish with
time. Death called too soon, for suddenly the sky turned a steely gray. Where there was laughter there was
silence. The warmth of the sun left as
if it was never there to begin with.
The sun itself became a black ball devoid of its brilliance. In its absence came the cold, a cold not
seen since the age of the dinosaurs. A
blanket of ice began to cover everything and everyone; plants, animals, women,
children, no one could escape its deadly touch. No one even tried to escape for it all happened so fast. The world was covered with ice in
minutes. Nothing of this once beautiful
planet remained, only the hauntingly beautiful coverlet of crystal ice.
"This is the way it must be, mother". A small girl's voice whispered into the
empty darkness.
Rei woke up
freezing. It was as if she could feel
the cold from her dream. The
peace has lasted too long She thought as she
looked at the sleeping form beside her.
There her husband lay. A small
almost innocent smile graced his lips.
Chad her beloved. It had been 6
years since the fight with Galaxia. All
the sensei had gone on with their lives.
Rei finally realized she loved Chad and married him a month before Usagi
and Mamoru wed. She slowly got up and
walked out of their bedroom. She
entered another bedroom that was decorated for a child. A beautiful little girl lay snuggled under
the blankets of a red canopy bed. Her
long raven hair covered her pillow like a shawl. Long dark eyelashes covered blue-gray eyes. Rei sat down on the bed beside her gently as
not to awaken her. My lovely
little Selene she thought has she brushed the
hair from her little ones face. 3-year-old Selene was already very gifted. Rei knew that her daughter's abilities would
soon rival her own.
"Okaa-san". The child said as she opened her eyes.
"I'm sorry that I woke
you, Shadow. I couldn't sleep so I came
to check on you". Rei said.
It wasn't really a
lie. She did come to check on her
little one, but not because she couldn't sleep. She wanted to see if Selene had dreamed the same thing. She knew her daughter's voice, knew it
well. The voice in her dream definitely
belonged to her daughter.
"Okaa-san, are you
ok?" Selene asked as she climbed onto
Rei's lap.
"Yes, I'm ok".
Selene reached up and
touched Rei's face. The touch warmed
her but her daughter's words chilled her to the bone.
"Okaa-sama, not all scary
dreams are bad dreams. What was will be
and there is no escape. You must be
ready, Princess, for the time is near. You
must be ready to accept your fate".
Rei looked into those
steel-blue eyes in shock. Her daughter
just stared calmly back at her.
"How do you know
this?" She asked the child.
Selene just smiled and
closed her eyes. Soon her rhythmic
breathing could be heard, indicating that she had fallen to sleep. Rei gently laid her back on her bed and
tucked her in, but as she slipped under her own covers beside her husband she
knew that she would not sleep for all she could think about was about what her
daughter had told her. Her sweet
innocent child could not possibly know what her words meant--- or maybe she
did. All Rei knew though was that the
time of peace was over. It was again
time to fight.
What do you think? Please
review.
BTW: Okaasan means Mother
and Okaasama means that Selene has a lot of respect for her mother.
