Lol oh look! FFN is finally back up again. So I'll put out more of
this. I also have another chapter of La Morte to put up . . . so I'll
get to that sometime soon. Right now I'm just seeing if FFN is really
working. Thanks to minna for leaving reviews before. It's fun to
hold things for ransom ^_^.
So once upon a time there was this girl with a computer. Sadly the
only thing she owned was a computer. She did not own Sailor Moon or
the story she was writing even. Well . . . she kind of owned that but
then again Copyright law is a very funny thing so she couldn't really
even claim to own her story. Not that it mattered. ^^;;
Entrancing
Chapter 2
Bejiin@aol.com
Sarenitielnaroravienasarie.
It was a myth among her people that a mortal was only as
strong as their name. As was such they had given her the best name
they could find hoping to make up for the loss of her immortality.
Although she now found herself cold and alone in the middle of an
earthen forest . . .
So much for the myths of her people . . . Her long blond hair
was tangled from her strange journey to the planet and her white gown
was muddied and torn from the forest its self. She no longer looked
the part of the savior her people had sent her to be. After a brief
encounter with a creature of the planet she feared she would have to
learn an entirely new language and to top matters off she was tired.
Stumbling along through the spiny tress and rocky ground Saren looked
for a place to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beryl ran a well-manicured nail through her freshly washed
hair. She beamed a triumphant smile to her ecstatic father and
weeping mother. She gave a curt nod to the captain of the vessel and
gave an order for her servant to put her belongings in her quarters.
She watched with satisfaction as the grandiose ship was loaded to the
hulls with her dowry. Sparkling golden idols, huge gems of all type,
fine spices and exotic furs were loaded into the ship. The treasures
like would never be seen. None of it really mattered to her for it
had all been provided by /him/ but if Earthen people truly wanted
riches, she would happily pay the price and them some. It was
miniscule in comparison to the power she would gain in the long run.
She was only brought out of her triumphant satisfaction by the ships
captain.
"You highness, please reconsider. This ship cannot carry such
a cargo. If we ever manage to take off the damage to the engines will
be so much that they'll surely break off in space."
Beryl frowned. The ship was certainly large enough to carry
everything she had packed. Even if she had reassigned some of the
crew to triple rooming assignments so as to use their rooms for
storage. Her frown grew into a scowl.
"Why build a ship so large unless you intend to fill it?" she
asked sourly.
"Please my lady, reconsider. This is one of the smallest
ships in your father's fleet. A larger ship would certainly
accommodate you better."
Beryl stomped a well-shod foot, dust from the shoe fluttering
to the ground from the impact. "I do not want a larger ship. They
are slow and bulky . . . This is my father's fastest shim and I
intend to use it!"
The captain bowed. "Yes your highness."
Beryl's deep scowl reshaped itself to a large smile of
satisfaction. Neither look was very becoming.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They did not return to the Gaian palace that evening, a most
fortunate accident. Seeing as how Endymion had already set up camp
and the weather was so lovely, Kunzite decided that they would stay.
A good night is a terrible thing to waste. It was decided that they
would hunt rabbits and make a stew. Amazingly enough, good stew is a
probable solution to almost any problem ever encountered . . .
The night was cooling from the scorching heat of the day and
Endymion and Kunzite crouched side-by-side reveling in the breeze.
The only sign that the two were alive and not some strange breed of
statues or hapless victims of a curse were their eyes. Twin pairs of
bright blue eyes watched the brush in front of them with anticipation;
listening sharply and watching for flashes of white.
Perhaps that is why the two were so surprised to hear loud
rustlings and a huge patch of white rustling in the distance.
"My God!" hissed Kunzite. "We've found a whole colony of them."
Endymion flashed Kunzite a grin and nodded. The two men leapt
from their position and pounced. It was no wonder they were shocked
to hear the rabbit emit a high-pitched shriek.
"Huh?" Endymion asked still grasping the white not so fluffy
not so rabbit shaped object firmly. Then looking up he noticed why
the rabbit was screaming.
It wasn't a rabbit at all, instead it was a girl.
Endymion quickly stood motioning for Kunzite to do the same
and glanced over at the girl. She was a small elven like creature
remarkably like a vision he had previously experienced.
She wore the remnants of an elegant white gown and was
covered with cuts and scratches from the forest. Endymion smiled.
It was the lady Beryl of his vision.
Seren breathed rapidly in fright. Two large creatures had
pounced upon her in this cursed forest and now she knew without a
doubt that she was going to die. She could feel their predatory urge
to kill and she realized the humor of it all. . . The savior of this
world was to be eaten by two beasts of the forest.
Some savior she had turned out to be.
After a moment of nothing Seren decided to face the
inevitable and look death in the face. Opening her eyes she glanced
at a pair of deep blue eyes. The eyes of the warrior she had been
protecting earlier. She quickly rose to her feet, ignoring the pain
and the weariness to embrace her warrior. After all the time she had
spent with him he would surely understand her.
Endymion slipped an arm around the princess Beryl as she
sobbed into his armor. She was speaking fast and furiously of
whatever her ordeal had been; sadly Endymion could not make out a
word of it.
Catching the eye of Kunzite he sighed. "Kunz, this is the
Lady Beryl."
Kunzite nodded looking over her bedraggled appearance. "Well
that at least explains why I don't know the language, but how are you
certain that this is Beryl m'lord? From all stories I've ever heard
of her she sounded somehow older and more . . . ah . . .developed?"
Endymion rolled his eyes. "Is that /all/ you can think about
right now Kunz? Why don't you worry about how she got here and I'll
try to calm her down. Send word to my parents."
Kunzite nodded and walked back towards camp. Endymion gave a
sigh and rubbed Beryl's shuddering back as she continued to cry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"How much longer captain?"
The captain flinched. Even on a VID screen the bratty
princess was still a terror.
"We'll be there soon highness. Please have patience."
Beryl frowned. "Fine then."
The screen turned off with a rapid flick of her wrist.
The captain mirrored her frown as he glanced at the glassy
blue planet in front of him. It was truly miraculous that the ship
had not exploded while trying to escape L'na's orbit, however, now
they would have to enter the orbit of earth. He glanced back at the
darkened VID and wondered if perhaps now would be a good time to bail
ship and allow Beryl to take command. She thought so highly of
herself already, flying such a complicated ship should be no problem
for her . . .
He could already hear the problems the earth's gravitations
pull was causing for the engines. It was hopeless. They were going
to crash. Pressing a little red button on the console in front of
him, the captain watched as the crew scurried towards the emergency
ship. With an exasperated sigh the captain walked down the bridge
and locked the gateway to the control panel. There would be no room
for the princess or her trinkets on the emergency ship. After all,
money only bought so much loyalty . . .
Beryl frowned as she flipped the VID back on.
"Really captain . .. " she began pausing when she noticed that
the screen in front of her was darkened and no one was answering. . .
"Beryllll" the voice of her benefactor hissed. "You're
failing such a simple task . . . go to Earth . . . "
"I'm going!" she snapped back at it . . . 'if the captain ever
gets us there' she added mentally.
"Your ship is going to crash Beryllll." the voice continued.
She rushed to the door eager to find the captain and confirm
what the voice was telling her. Pushing on her door she gasped as she
realized it was locked. "That traitor!" she hissed.
"No use." the voice hissed.
With a sudden burst of air and a trickle of blood on her head,
Beryl was knocked back to her bed, unconscious.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Right . . . so you see . . . that's that and I've decided to continue
the fic as you can see. I have a new webdomain www.wishing-blue.net
so go check that out!
Ja!
Bejiin Ripley
Bejiin@aol.com or Bejiin@wishing-blue.net
11/01/01
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this. I also have another chapter of La Morte to put up . . . so I'll
get to that sometime soon. Right now I'm just seeing if FFN is really
working. Thanks to minna for leaving reviews before. It's fun to
hold things for ransom ^_^.
So once upon a time there was this girl with a computer. Sadly the
only thing she owned was a computer. She did not own Sailor Moon or
the story she was writing even. Well . . . she kind of owned that but
then again Copyright law is a very funny thing so she couldn't really
even claim to own her story. Not that it mattered. ^^;;
Entrancing
Chapter 2
Bejiin@aol.com
Sarenitielnaroravienasarie.
It was a myth among her people that a mortal was only as
strong as their name. As was such they had given her the best name
they could find hoping to make up for the loss of her immortality.
Although she now found herself cold and alone in the middle of an
earthen forest . . .
So much for the myths of her people . . . Her long blond hair
was tangled from her strange journey to the planet and her white gown
was muddied and torn from the forest its self. She no longer looked
the part of the savior her people had sent her to be. After a brief
encounter with a creature of the planet she feared she would have to
learn an entirely new language and to top matters off she was tired.
Stumbling along through the spiny tress and rocky ground Saren looked
for a place to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beryl ran a well-manicured nail through her freshly washed
hair. She beamed a triumphant smile to her ecstatic father and
weeping mother. She gave a curt nod to the captain of the vessel and
gave an order for her servant to put her belongings in her quarters.
She watched with satisfaction as the grandiose ship was loaded to the
hulls with her dowry. Sparkling golden idols, huge gems of all type,
fine spices and exotic furs were loaded into the ship. The treasures
like would never be seen. None of it really mattered to her for it
had all been provided by /him/ but if Earthen people truly wanted
riches, she would happily pay the price and them some. It was
miniscule in comparison to the power she would gain in the long run.
She was only brought out of her triumphant satisfaction by the ships
captain.
"You highness, please reconsider. This ship cannot carry such
a cargo. If we ever manage to take off the damage to the engines will
be so much that they'll surely break off in space."
Beryl frowned. The ship was certainly large enough to carry
everything she had packed. Even if she had reassigned some of the
crew to triple rooming assignments so as to use their rooms for
storage. Her frown grew into a scowl.
"Why build a ship so large unless you intend to fill it?" she
asked sourly.
"Please my lady, reconsider. This is one of the smallest
ships in your father's fleet. A larger ship would certainly
accommodate you better."
Beryl stomped a well-shod foot, dust from the shoe fluttering
to the ground from the impact. "I do not want a larger ship. They
are slow and bulky . . . This is my father's fastest shim and I
intend to use it!"
The captain bowed. "Yes your highness."
Beryl's deep scowl reshaped itself to a large smile of
satisfaction. Neither look was very becoming.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
They did not return to the Gaian palace that evening, a most
fortunate accident. Seeing as how Endymion had already set up camp
and the weather was so lovely, Kunzite decided that they would stay.
A good night is a terrible thing to waste. It was decided that they
would hunt rabbits and make a stew. Amazingly enough, good stew is a
probable solution to almost any problem ever encountered . . .
The night was cooling from the scorching heat of the day and
Endymion and Kunzite crouched side-by-side reveling in the breeze.
The only sign that the two were alive and not some strange breed of
statues or hapless victims of a curse were their eyes. Twin pairs of
bright blue eyes watched the brush in front of them with anticipation;
listening sharply and watching for flashes of white.
Perhaps that is why the two were so surprised to hear loud
rustlings and a huge patch of white rustling in the distance.
"My God!" hissed Kunzite. "We've found a whole colony of them."
Endymion flashed Kunzite a grin and nodded. The two men leapt
from their position and pounced. It was no wonder they were shocked
to hear the rabbit emit a high-pitched shriek.
"Huh?" Endymion asked still grasping the white not so fluffy
not so rabbit shaped object firmly. Then looking up he noticed why
the rabbit was screaming.
It wasn't a rabbit at all, instead it was a girl.
Endymion quickly stood motioning for Kunzite to do the same
and glanced over at the girl. She was a small elven like creature
remarkably like a vision he had previously experienced.
She wore the remnants of an elegant white gown and was
covered with cuts and scratches from the forest. Endymion smiled.
It was the lady Beryl of his vision.
Seren breathed rapidly in fright. Two large creatures had
pounced upon her in this cursed forest and now she knew without a
doubt that she was going to die. She could feel their predatory urge
to kill and she realized the humor of it all. . . The savior of this
world was to be eaten by two beasts of the forest.
Some savior she had turned out to be.
After a moment of nothing Seren decided to face the
inevitable and look death in the face. Opening her eyes she glanced
at a pair of deep blue eyes. The eyes of the warrior she had been
protecting earlier. She quickly rose to her feet, ignoring the pain
and the weariness to embrace her warrior. After all the time she had
spent with him he would surely understand her.
Endymion slipped an arm around the princess Beryl as she
sobbed into his armor. She was speaking fast and furiously of
whatever her ordeal had been; sadly Endymion could not make out a
word of it.
Catching the eye of Kunzite he sighed. "Kunz, this is the
Lady Beryl."
Kunzite nodded looking over her bedraggled appearance. "Well
that at least explains why I don't know the language, but how are you
certain that this is Beryl m'lord? From all stories I've ever heard
of her she sounded somehow older and more . . . ah . . .developed?"
Endymion rolled his eyes. "Is that /all/ you can think about
right now Kunz? Why don't you worry about how she got here and I'll
try to calm her down. Send word to my parents."
Kunzite nodded and walked back towards camp. Endymion gave a
sigh and rubbed Beryl's shuddering back as she continued to cry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"How much longer captain?"
The captain flinched. Even on a VID screen the bratty
princess was still a terror.
"We'll be there soon highness. Please have patience."
Beryl frowned. "Fine then."
The screen turned off with a rapid flick of her wrist.
The captain mirrored her frown as he glanced at the glassy
blue planet in front of him. It was truly miraculous that the ship
had not exploded while trying to escape L'na's orbit, however, now
they would have to enter the orbit of earth. He glanced back at the
darkened VID and wondered if perhaps now would be a good time to bail
ship and allow Beryl to take command. She thought so highly of
herself already, flying such a complicated ship should be no problem
for her . . .
He could already hear the problems the earth's gravitations
pull was causing for the engines. It was hopeless. They were going
to crash. Pressing a little red button on the console in front of
him, the captain watched as the crew scurried towards the emergency
ship. With an exasperated sigh the captain walked down the bridge
and locked the gateway to the control panel. There would be no room
for the princess or her trinkets on the emergency ship. After all,
money only bought so much loyalty . . .
Beryl frowned as she flipped the VID back on.
"Really captain . .. " she began pausing when she noticed that
the screen in front of her was darkened and no one was answering. . .
"Beryllll" the voice of her benefactor hissed. "You're
failing such a simple task . . . go to Earth . . . "
"I'm going!" she snapped back at it . . . 'if the captain ever
gets us there' she added mentally.
"Your ship is going to crash Beryllll." the voice continued.
She rushed to the door eager to find the captain and confirm
what the voice was telling her. Pushing on her door she gasped as she
realized it was locked. "That traitor!" she hissed.
"No use." the voice hissed.
With a sudden burst of air and a trickle of blood on her head,
Beryl was knocked back to her bed, unconscious.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
Right . . . so you see . . . that's that and I've decided to continue
the fic as you can see. I have a new webdomain www.wishing-blue.net
so go check that out!
Ja!
Bejiin Ripley
Bejiin@aol.com or Bejiin@wishing-blue.net
11/01/01
…
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