Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters created by Naoko Takeuchi,
but I really wish I did and will write about them for a long time while I
sulk about it. If those who do own these characters wish to sue me, feel
free, I have no money. This fanfic is a work in progress and I'd love
feedback/suggestions on how to end it... Basically I just love attention.
The Golden Millenium
In a vast Universe, like ours, there were billions upon billions of star systems, each
system governed by holy beings known by different names. Individually, they
know little of their true heritages. Most of them lie dormant as simpler beings. All
of them are guardians, some stronger, or braver, or simply more pure. In a
particular system, the Solar System, these holy guardians are known as Senshi. The
Solar System is an arrangement of nine planets, orbiting a single star. One planet,
the third one, was habitable to the usual carbon-based forms of life. Such an
occurence was rare, and the other eight, sought to protect it. This was the nature of
the mission of the Solar System's Senshi, most powerful of all being Amaterasu,
the Solar Senshi.
She was incarnate as a young woman, with waist-length golden hair,
sparkling and somewhat eerie golden eyes, and a tendency to pass out at random
intervals. She'd only really begun passing out in the last few years. It would just
happen, with no warning. It begun with a sense of dizziness, then a blinding pain,
like the life being sucked from you. A sick feeling would form in her bones, like
the feeling you get when you fall from a height and forget about the ground. She'd
then lose her vision and only have time to think: "Huh, my eyes don't work.", before
blacking out. Wild dreams that gave her night sweats and sometimes made her
scream aloud and sometimes made her smile softly would take her mind away, but
leave no clue to her memory. Her parents thought it was a phase, docters threw a
few drugs at it in vain guesses, but no pattern to the attacks only left them with
questions and no answers. Stacey attended a ridiculously small high school of only
seven hundred students or so. Such an environment required few enemies, but
Stacey was undeterred from her own natural behaviour.
The Golden Millenium
In a vast Universe, like ours, there were billions upon billions of star systems, each
system governed by holy beings known by different names. Individually, they
know little of their true heritages. Most of them lie dormant as simpler beings. All
of them are guardians, some stronger, or braver, or simply more pure. In a
particular system, the Solar System, these holy guardians are known as Senshi. The
Solar System is an arrangement of nine planets, orbiting a single star. One planet,
the third one, was habitable to the usual carbon-based forms of life. Such an
occurence was rare, and the other eight, sought to protect it. This was the nature of
the mission of the Solar System's Senshi, most powerful of all being Amaterasu,
the Solar Senshi.
She was incarnate as a young woman, with waist-length golden hair,
sparkling and somewhat eerie golden eyes, and a tendency to pass out at random
intervals. She'd only really begun passing out in the last few years. It would just
happen, with no warning. It begun with a sense of dizziness, then a blinding pain,
like the life being sucked from you. A sick feeling would form in her bones, like
the feeling you get when you fall from a height and forget about the ground. She'd
then lose her vision and only have time to think: "Huh, my eyes don't work.", before
blacking out. Wild dreams that gave her night sweats and sometimes made her
scream aloud and sometimes made her smile softly would take her mind away, but
leave no clue to her memory. Her parents thought it was a phase, docters threw a
few drugs at it in vain guesses, but no pattern to the attacks only left them with
questions and no answers. Stacey attended a ridiculously small high school of only
seven hundred students or so. Such an environment required few enemies, but
Stacey was undeterred from her own natural behaviour.
