Entrancing
Bejiin@aol.com
9/28/01
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The hooves of his horse beat down upon the dry earth of
the trail and Endymion cursed his stupidity. His warriors would
not be able to follow him this time, the ground was too dry.
Time was of the essence, however, and he could not afford to go
back and mark his trail. Darkness was coming. Endymion, prince
of earth gave his horse a strong nudge with his heels, urging
the black stallion to hurry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They were not beings of light as so many seemed to
believe. They simply knew nothing of the darkness, at least
that was how it had always been. However, inescapable night
was coming. It desired to destroy them and for the first
time these beings would have to take form and fight. To take
form meant to become mortal and to become mortal meant to lose
the light. However, the sacrifice was necessary and one of
them was chosen.
She was young, a small child of 15 perhaps, and it
saddened the leader of the mandochiwa'an to send her; however
the process required great strength and only she possessed it.
The girl didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Like
all of her sisters, she was beautiful. The light swirled
around her in patterns so that no one truly saw *her*, but all
agreed that she was entrancing. That was all one of her
people could truly be . . . having no body. But that
would change . . .
The leader looked to her . . . had she eyes they would
have been solemn and sad. the girl simply smiled and nodded as
the leader finally embraced her. The process was to begin . . .
she would be given a name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beryl, sovereign princess of L'na, a small planet in the
midst of nothingness stood glancing into an obsidian mirror. She
was to wed the avatar of earth through a deal struck by her
ruthless father and the unassuming queen of Earth. Beryl's lips
curved into a hideous smirk as she thought of the match. Earth's
avatar would become her puppet and she would become the most
powerful woman in all of the galaxies. It was a deal that had
been long in the making. A deal that had been made with the devil
himself. It was a deal that was guaranteed success. Perhaps
that's where the trouble began . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Endymion's horse finally stopped in exhaustion, he was
uncertain of what miracle had allowed him to survive. If he had
known that he, an avatar of earth, was under the protection of the
same race that worried so over the safety of the whole universe,
especially the brave mandochiwa'an girl of 15, the perhaps he would
have understood. However Endymion did not know of these beings,
much less that he was the avatar of Earth. Instead Endymion worried
for his army and his upcoming marriage to Beryl of L'na.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They were all singing, the children of the light, creating
for her a beautiful name and a beautiful life. She, the youngest
and the brightest of their kind, a savior for all, was to be perfect.
Though she would have the final say, they all tried to add their own
gift. They wished upon her wisdom and beauty, strength and courage,
honor and power, anything and everything they found to be virtuous.
But her mind was not in her formation. She was far away in a field
on earth, carefully guarding a black stallion and it's fearless master.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Endymion carefully piled the moss at the center of his fire
logs as he contemplated what his wife would be like. He had heard
rumors that she was very beautiful and very mysterious, nothing more.
He tried to form a mental image of a beautiful and mysterious princess
in his mind. Her hair was long and gold with a crystalline sparkle.
It was fine and slightly curly and trailed it's owner like a cloak as
she lightly glided across the room. her eyes were a mysteriously silver
blue, a sort of haze on the ocean the morning after a storm. her form
was small and petite. her delicate features matched her almost elven
figure. Her milky white skin was a lovely contrast to the ruby of her
lips and the rose of her cheeks. He heard her laughter, soft and musical
and he longed for the Beryl of L'na to be just like the Beryl of his dreams.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her people sang. Each moment their song grew lovelier and more
complex. She could feel the crystal walls surround her that were to become
her prison of mortality. She would become all of the things that they wished
for her, but first all of the light that was her had to be captured into a
tangible form. Light gathered all around her even as she watched her prince
build his fire and the darkness came. As they sang her name, her body took
form and Endymion's dream princess appeared, Serenity. They wasted no time,
for if she spent too long in their intangible realm, she would die. They
quickly sent Serenity to the root of the attack, the heart of all good and
evil, Earth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unaware of the excitement happening elsewhere in the cosmos, Beryl
continued her examination in the mirror. Her first meeting with Endymion had
to be flawless. he would have to fall so completely and utterly in love with
her that he would do anything, not that it would be that difficult. He had
promised her that Endymion would become her willing servant, and the devil
never lied.
Reaffirming that fact /his/ voice came into her mind . . . and Beryl
clutched the sides of her head in surprise and mild pain. Her head began to
bleed as it often did when she spoke to the devil. Thick black droplets of
blood ran down her forehead and dripped onto the floor as he spoke in deep
vibrations. It was time for her to go, now. She must not linger, not if she
wanted Endymion. Beryl impatiently agreed with the voice and rushed off to
bathe and change, her body and clothes now in her opinion unsuitably soiled
by her blood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Endymion!" shouted the scorning voice of his general. "You shouldn't
have run off like that! We've had a hell of a time trying to track you! Why'd
you leave anyway?" Kunzite asked.
"I had another premonition, Kunzite." Endymion said calmly warming his
chilled hands with the newly burning fire.
Kunzite stared into the distance blankly, obviously not pleased with
the answer.
He tried again. "Sometimes I can feel the darkness wash over me in
heavy black waves. Its like the evil spirits are so powerful that I must
succumb or flee." Endymion heaved a great sigh. He must have sounded so
ridiculous.
"So you were 'fleeing' from 'evil spirits' my lord?" Kunzite asked amused.
He did indeed sound ridiculous!
"Yes" he replied quickly changing to a "no" and finally sighing again.
"Kunzite your master has gone crazy. You must rush him back to the palace and
quickly marry him to Beryl. How does that sound?"
"I pity the lady Beryl, m'lord, having a loon for a husband."
"So do I , Kunzite, so do I"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*Some random person gasps*
Bejiin is starting yet another story?!?! But . . . she still needs to write La Morte
And Kiss Eternal!
No worries minna . . . I am still writing. It's just that I've had this fic in my
notebook for a while. In fact *evil grin* . . . I've always wanted to do this . . .
but been too shy. See back while Fanfiction.net still had authors alerts I was
hesitant to put out things lest the people subbed to my alerts get swamped with
things other than the story they were reading ^^;;
At any rate . . . I'm a feedback addict and seeing as how I'm not even supposed to
be putting out more than two fics at a time . . . consider this an added bonus . . .
with a fee. I am totally demanding reviews to continue posting this. It's perfectly
happy in my notebook waiting to be put out till after I finish other stuff . . .
UNLESS you review me. And I'm not talking like one review per chapter . . . I was
very dissappointed with the lack of reviews I got in later chapters of La Morte . . .
almost gave up on fanfiction.net completely . . . I mean . . .lots of people from
other archives e-mail me . . .but you guys who have this lil convienient box at the
bottom of your screen can't even say 'hi'!?!?
That's got to change!
Consider this your training in how to feed back. . .
Feed me and I give you back the rest of this fic I'm holding for ransom.
*Bejiin grins*
Jaa!
Bejiin Ripley
September 28th 2001
http://www.geocities.com/bejiin_ripley
bejiin@aol.com
aim: Bejiin
Bejiin@aol.com
9/28/01
Disclaimer: A B C D E F G Sailor Moon doesn't belong to me
Q R S T U V Bejiin likes feedback Y & Z
The hooves of his horse beat down upon the dry earth of
the trail and Endymion cursed his stupidity. His warriors would
not be able to follow him this time, the ground was too dry.
Time was of the essence, however, and he could not afford to go
back and mark his trail. Darkness was coming. Endymion, prince
of earth gave his horse a strong nudge with his heels, urging
the black stallion to hurry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They were not beings of light as so many seemed to
believe. They simply knew nothing of the darkness, at least
that was how it had always been. However, inescapable night
was coming. It desired to destroy them and for the first
time these beings would have to take form and fight. To take
form meant to become mortal and to become mortal meant to lose
the light. However, the sacrifice was necessary and one of
them was chosen.
She was young, a small child of 15 perhaps, and it
saddened the leader of the mandochiwa'an to send her; however
the process required great strength and only she possessed it.
The girl didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary. Like
all of her sisters, she was beautiful. The light swirled
around her in patterns so that no one truly saw *her*, but all
agreed that she was entrancing. That was all one of her
people could truly be . . . having no body. But that
would change . . .
The leader looked to her . . . had she eyes they would
have been solemn and sad. the girl simply smiled and nodded as
the leader finally embraced her. The process was to begin . . .
she would be given a name.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beryl, sovereign princess of L'na, a small planet in the
midst of nothingness stood glancing into an obsidian mirror. She
was to wed the avatar of earth through a deal struck by her
ruthless father and the unassuming queen of Earth. Beryl's lips
curved into a hideous smirk as she thought of the match. Earth's
avatar would become her puppet and she would become the most
powerful woman in all of the galaxies. It was a deal that had
been long in the making. A deal that had been made with the devil
himself. It was a deal that was guaranteed success. Perhaps
that's where the trouble began . . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When Endymion's horse finally stopped in exhaustion, he was
uncertain of what miracle had allowed him to survive. If he had
known that he, an avatar of earth, was under the protection of the
same race that worried so over the safety of the whole universe,
especially the brave mandochiwa'an girl of 15, the perhaps he would
have understood. However Endymion did not know of these beings,
much less that he was the avatar of Earth. Instead Endymion worried
for his army and his upcoming marriage to Beryl of L'na.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They were all singing, the children of the light, creating
for her a beautiful name and a beautiful life. She, the youngest
and the brightest of their kind, a savior for all, was to be perfect.
Though she would have the final say, they all tried to add their own
gift. They wished upon her wisdom and beauty, strength and courage,
honor and power, anything and everything they found to be virtuous.
But her mind was not in her formation. She was far away in a field
on earth, carefully guarding a black stallion and it's fearless master.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Endymion carefully piled the moss at the center of his fire
logs as he contemplated what his wife would be like. He had heard
rumors that she was very beautiful and very mysterious, nothing more.
He tried to form a mental image of a beautiful and mysterious princess
in his mind. Her hair was long and gold with a crystalline sparkle.
It was fine and slightly curly and trailed it's owner like a cloak as
she lightly glided across the room. her eyes were a mysteriously silver
blue, a sort of haze on the ocean the morning after a storm. her form
was small and petite. her delicate features matched her almost elven
figure. Her milky white skin was a lovely contrast to the ruby of her
lips and the rose of her cheeks. He heard her laughter, soft and musical
and he longed for the Beryl of L'na to be just like the Beryl of his dreams.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her people sang. Each moment their song grew lovelier and more
complex. She could feel the crystal walls surround her that were to become
her prison of mortality. She would become all of the things that they wished
for her, but first all of the light that was her had to be captured into a
tangible form. Light gathered all around her even as she watched her prince
build his fire and the darkness came. As they sang her name, her body took
form and Endymion's dream princess appeared, Serenity. They wasted no time,
for if she spent too long in their intangible realm, she would die. They
quickly sent Serenity to the root of the attack, the heart of all good and
evil, Earth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unaware of the excitement happening elsewhere in the cosmos, Beryl
continued her examination in the mirror. Her first meeting with Endymion had
to be flawless. he would have to fall so completely and utterly in love with
her that he would do anything, not that it would be that difficult. He had
promised her that Endymion would become her willing servant, and the devil
never lied.
Reaffirming that fact /his/ voice came into her mind . . . and Beryl
clutched the sides of her head in surprise and mild pain. Her head began to
bleed as it often did when she spoke to the devil. Thick black droplets of
blood ran down her forehead and dripped onto the floor as he spoke in deep
vibrations. It was time for her to go, now. She must not linger, not if she
wanted Endymion. Beryl impatiently agreed with the voice and rushed off to
bathe and change, her body and clothes now in her opinion unsuitably soiled
by her blood.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Endymion!" shouted the scorning voice of his general. "You shouldn't
have run off like that! We've had a hell of a time trying to track you! Why'd
you leave anyway?" Kunzite asked.
"I had another premonition, Kunzite." Endymion said calmly warming his
chilled hands with the newly burning fire.
Kunzite stared into the distance blankly, obviously not pleased with
the answer.
He tried again. "Sometimes I can feel the darkness wash over me in
heavy black waves. Its like the evil spirits are so powerful that I must
succumb or flee." Endymion heaved a great sigh. He must have sounded so
ridiculous.
"So you were 'fleeing' from 'evil spirits' my lord?" Kunzite asked amused.
He did indeed sound ridiculous!
"Yes" he replied quickly changing to a "no" and finally sighing again.
"Kunzite your master has gone crazy. You must rush him back to the palace and
quickly marry him to Beryl. How does that sound?"
"I pity the lady Beryl, m'lord, having a loon for a husband."
"So do I , Kunzite, so do I"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
*Some random person gasps*
Bejiin is starting yet another story?!?! But . . . she still needs to write La Morte
And Kiss Eternal!
No worries minna . . . I am still writing. It's just that I've had this fic in my
notebook for a while. In fact *evil grin* . . . I've always wanted to do this . . .
but been too shy. See back while Fanfiction.net still had authors alerts I was
hesitant to put out things lest the people subbed to my alerts get swamped with
things other than the story they were reading ^^;;
At any rate . . . I'm a feedback addict and seeing as how I'm not even supposed to
be putting out more than two fics at a time . . . consider this an added bonus . . .
with a fee. I am totally demanding reviews to continue posting this. It's perfectly
happy in my notebook waiting to be put out till after I finish other stuff . . .
UNLESS you review me. And I'm not talking like one review per chapter . . . I was
very dissappointed with the lack of reviews I got in later chapters of La Morte . . .
almost gave up on fanfiction.net completely . . . I mean . . .lots of people from
other archives e-mail me . . .but you guys who have this lil convienient box at the
bottom of your screen can't even say 'hi'!?!?
That's got to change!
Consider this your training in how to feed back. . .
Feed me and I give you back the rest of this fic I'm holding for ransom.
*Bejiin grins*
Jaa!
Bejiin Ripley
September 28th 2001
http://www.geocities.com/bejiin_ripley
bejiin@aol.com
aim: Bejiin