Entrancing Chapter 3
Bejiin Ripley
2/18/02
Disclaimer: Someday when I'm rich and famous people will want to
know that I don't own Sailor Moon. Until that time consider this
space an endorsement for Pizzacato Five. (They're just such a cool
band!)
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Endymion looked at the trembling creature in his arms with
wonder. She did look rather like a rabbit, perhaps he shouldn't
feel quite so guilty for trying to hunt her . . .
Then again, that had been pretty stupid. But she'd forgive
him right? She'd have to. Beryl was his betrothed. He sighed and
deposited her in front of the fire, watching Kunzite carefully tie a
slip of paper to the leg of a hawk. "Kunzite?"
The silver haired man turned around quickly.
"Go catch us some fish. I think it's a bit late to catch a
rabbit, and . . ." he looked at the girl at his feet. "Perhaps fish
would just be a better idea."
Kunzite nodded. "Of course my lord."
Endymion sat down next to the shaking mass of blond hair and
pulled her into his arms. Pulling his cloak around her he edged
them nearer to the fire. He smiled as her trembling began to lessen
and she relaxed in his arms. Whatever she had been through must
have been terrible for her to be so upset. Rocking her slightly in
front of the glowing orange fire, he glanced out into the darkness
wondering how she had ended up here. If she had been in a wreck
like Kunzite seemed to think, where was her ship? On the other
hand, she was pretty badly scratched... red and black lines covered
her ivory skin and her dress was in tatters. As he felt her breath
even out into the slow pattern of slumber, Endymion gave a sigh. At
least while she was asleep he could fix her cuts with no questions
asked.
Ever since he had discovered how different he was he had
been hesitant to say anything about it. One time when he was seven
he had been caught in the garden resurrecting a dying magnolia tree
and the result had not been pleasant. The tree, halfway through the
reparation process, had died as soon as his hand left contact with
the trunk, and his mother, in a state of shock and horror had locked
him in his room for three days. 'Never do that again.' she had
hissed. 'You will not become one of /them/.' ...
It had taken him years of innocuous questions spaced over
seven tutors and a fair number of visiting noble men to find out
what she had been talking about. He was apparently, the last of a
race of witches; perhaps witch wasn't the right term... he had never
put a curse on anyone nor had he ever made things with magic: that
was after all why the rest of his kind were put to death. He was
something the legends referred to as an Earth witch, all of his
tricks with healing and premonition being described in a dusty
yellowing book he had found in a distant cousin's collection of rare
books; as for what it really meant, he wasn't quite sure.
Releasing the familiar golden glow from his hands, Endymion
reached down for the hands of the girl in his lap and grasped them
tightly. A warm gold light began to creep up her arms as it healed
her cuts and scratches and Endymion smiled as the magic worked, much
like it hadn't with that first tree...
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A flash of silver caught his attention and quick as
lightning Kunzite shot a hand into the cold stream. Pulling out a
large silver fish, the general let out a whoop and tossed the fish
onto the gray cloak he had left on the bank of the stream. It had
been a while since he had last been fishing as Endymion was not fond
of hunting for sport and the general had wondered if he was still at
all skilled in an activity of this sort. The growing pile of fish
on shore was an obvious attestment to his skill, then again the
general had never done anything 'mediocre'. One had to wonder what
he planned to do with so many fish however, unless he was hiding an
army somewhere.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Wake up....' the thought rang through her mind with a force
that cause small rivulets of blood to trickle down her forehead past
her eyes and down her cheeks as they fell like teardrops to the
brown earth.
'UP!' the voice thundered leaving her ears ringing painfully
and with a whimper Beryl opened her aching eyes. Then again her
eyes weren't the only thing that hurt. All of her body hurt as if
she had been trampled by a herd of horses or perhaps survived the
spin cycle of one of the drying machines in her father's palace.
She was laying on soft brown earth with large trees overhead. She
glanced around her surroundings with an innocent curiosity which
had not graced her face for some years... she could not remember how
she came to be here.
'Beryl' the voice hissed. She looked around in panic still
trying to gather her bearings and find the speaker. Cautiously she
stood and stretched sore joints. Testing her legs she scanned the
area hoping for a clue. Even if the voice was just her imagination,
surely someone had to be nearby.
It was finally the sound of moving water that drew her the
most of everything in the darkened woods. For some reason she felt
thirstier than she had ever been in her life before, although, she
couldn't truly assert that because she wasn't sure at what point she
had left the luxurious palace of L'na for this... where was she
anyway?
It didn't really matter where she was, she just needed to
find some way back to her quarters. She had a headache and she
could feel dried blood in sticky streaks on her face. It occurred to
Beryl that princesses did not look like she probably looked at the
moment, however she shrugged it off as she reached the bank of a
small stream. In the middle of the stream was the most intriguing
man she had ever seen. She stood mesmerized by the silver haired
man as he plunged a well muscled arm into the stream and pulled out
a large writhing fish. He was the strange cross between god-like
and barbaric that sent shivers up her spine.
'Beryl' the voice hissed again and she collapsed as fresh
blood trickled down her forehead. She gave a soft cry as her knees
impacted the rocky bank of the stream but before she could fall any
further she felt a cold wet hand supporting her. She blinked slowly
and looked up into emerald green eyes, sharp and clear yet somehow
compassionate.
"Are you alright Miss?" the man helped her to stand once
again.
"I think so." she tried to regain equilibrium. It was as if
that voice had hit her in the back of the head and the world still
spun slightly.
"Why are you so deep out in the woods Miss?" he slid his
other arm around her waist as it was obvious she was close to
falling over again.
"Is that where I am? I'm afraid I'm very lost-"
'This is the one' the voice interrupted and both Beryl and
the man looked up startled.
"Did you hear something?"
"I.. Yes.. I've been hearing that voice ever since I woke up
I was afraid that I was crazy."
'With power like that he could be none other than one of the
four guardians. You will join us guardian.'
Twin streams of blood rushed down Beryl and Kunzite's
foreheads in the newly reaffirmed pact between the universe and
darkness as their eyes transformed into the cruel eyes of souls
damned...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi there minna! It's more of my fun little side project. Just to
let you know I do indeed have the final chapter of La Morte all
written and pretty much ready to go... Well it's actually waiting
for its final edit, but soon. ^_~ I hope you have enjoyed your
latest installment of the insanity fic. I'm certainly having fun
writing it.
Till Next Time,
Ja Ne Minna Sama ^_^
Bejiin Ripley
http://www.wishing-blue.net/bejiin
Bejiin@aol.com
02/18/02
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Bejiin Ripley
2/18/02
Disclaimer: Someday when I'm rich and famous people will want to
know that I don't own Sailor Moon. Until that time consider this
space an endorsement for Pizzacato Five. (They're just such a cool
band!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Endymion looked at the trembling creature in his arms with
wonder. She did look rather like a rabbit, perhaps he shouldn't
feel quite so guilty for trying to hunt her . . .
Then again, that had been pretty stupid. But she'd forgive
him right? She'd have to. Beryl was his betrothed. He sighed and
deposited her in front of the fire, watching Kunzite carefully tie a
slip of paper to the leg of a hawk. "Kunzite?"
The silver haired man turned around quickly.
"Go catch us some fish. I think it's a bit late to catch a
rabbit, and . . ." he looked at the girl at his feet. "Perhaps fish
would just be a better idea."
Kunzite nodded. "Of course my lord."
Endymion sat down next to the shaking mass of blond hair and
pulled her into his arms. Pulling his cloak around her he edged
them nearer to the fire. He smiled as her trembling began to lessen
and she relaxed in his arms. Whatever she had been through must
have been terrible for her to be so upset. Rocking her slightly in
front of the glowing orange fire, he glanced out into the darkness
wondering how she had ended up here. If she had been in a wreck
like Kunzite seemed to think, where was her ship? On the other
hand, she was pretty badly scratched... red and black lines covered
her ivory skin and her dress was in tatters. As he felt her breath
even out into the slow pattern of slumber, Endymion gave a sigh. At
least while she was asleep he could fix her cuts with no questions
asked.
Ever since he had discovered how different he was he had
been hesitant to say anything about it. One time when he was seven
he had been caught in the garden resurrecting a dying magnolia tree
and the result had not been pleasant. The tree, halfway through the
reparation process, had died as soon as his hand left contact with
the trunk, and his mother, in a state of shock and horror had locked
him in his room for three days. 'Never do that again.' she had
hissed. 'You will not become one of /them/.' ...
It had taken him years of innocuous questions spaced over
seven tutors and a fair number of visiting noble men to find out
what she had been talking about. He was apparently, the last of a
race of witches; perhaps witch wasn't the right term... he had never
put a curse on anyone nor had he ever made things with magic: that
was after all why the rest of his kind were put to death. He was
something the legends referred to as an Earth witch, all of his
tricks with healing and premonition being described in a dusty
yellowing book he had found in a distant cousin's collection of rare
books; as for what it really meant, he wasn't quite sure.
Releasing the familiar golden glow from his hands, Endymion
reached down for the hands of the girl in his lap and grasped them
tightly. A warm gold light began to creep up her arms as it healed
her cuts and scratches and Endymion smiled as the magic worked, much
like it hadn't with that first tree...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A flash of silver caught his attention and quick as
lightning Kunzite shot a hand into the cold stream. Pulling out a
large silver fish, the general let out a whoop and tossed the fish
onto the gray cloak he had left on the bank of the stream. It had
been a while since he had last been fishing as Endymion was not fond
of hunting for sport and the general had wondered if he was still at
all skilled in an activity of this sort. The growing pile of fish
on shore was an obvious attestment to his skill, then again the
general had never done anything 'mediocre'. One had to wonder what
he planned to do with so many fish however, unless he was hiding an
army somewhere.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
'Wake up....' the thought rang through her mind with a force
that cause small rivulets of blood to trickle down her forehead past
her eyes and down her cheeks as they fell like teardrops to the
brown earth.
'UP!' the voice thundered leaving her ears ringing painfully
and with a whimper Beryl opened her aching eyes. Then again her
eyes weren't the only thing that hurt. All of her body hurt as if
she had been trampled by a herd of horses or perhaps survived the
spin cycle of one of the drying machines in her father's palace.
She was laying on soft brown earth with large trees overhead. She
glanced around her surroundings with an innocent curiosity which
had not graced her face for some years... she could not remember how
she came to be here.
'Beryl' the voice hissed. She looked around in panic still
trying to gather her bearings and find the speaker. Cautiously she
stood and stretched sore joints. Testing her legs she scanned the
area hoping for a clue. Even if the voice was just her imagination,
surely someone had to be nearby.
It was finally the sound of moving water that drew her the
most of everything in the darkened woods. For some reason she felt
thirstier than she had ever been in her life before, although, she
couldn't truly assert that because she wasn't sure at what point she
had left the luxurious palace of L'na for this... where was she
anyway?
It didn't really matter where she was, she just needed to
find some way back to her quarters. She had a headache and she
could feel dried blood in sticky streaks on her face. It occurred to
Beryl that princesses did not look like she probably looked at the
moment, however she shrugged it off as she reached the bank of a
small stream. In the middle of the stream was the most intriguing
man she had ever seen. She stood mesmerized by the silver haired
man as he plunged a well muscled arm into the stream and pulled out
a large writhing fish. He was the strange cross between god-like
and barbaric that sent shivers up her spine.
'Beryl' the voice hissed again and she collapsed as fresh
blood trickled down her forehead. She gave a soft cry as her knees
impacted the rocky bank of the stream but before she could fall any
further she felt a cold wet hand supporting her. She blinked slowly
and looked up into emerald green eyes, sharp and clear yet somehow
compassionate.
"Are you alright Miss?" the man helped her to stand once
again.
"I think so." she tried to regain equilibrium. It was as if
that voice had hit her in the back of the head and the world still
spun slightly.
"Why are you so deep out in the woods Miss?" he slid his
other arm around her waist as it was obvious she was close to
falling over again.
"Is that where I am? I'm afraid I'm very lost-"
'This is the one' the voice interrupted and both Beryl and
the man looked up startled.
"Did you hear something?"
"I.. Yes.. I've been hearing that voice ever since I woke up
I was afraid that I was crazy."
'With power like that he could be none other than one of the
four guardians. You will join us guardian.'
Twin streams of blood rushed down Beryl and Kunzite's
foreheads in the newly reaffirmed pact between the universe and
darkness as their eyes transformed into the cruel eyes of souls
damned...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hi there minna! It's more of my fun little side project. Just to
let you know I do indeed have the final chapter of La Morte all
written and pretty much ready to go... Well it's actually waiting
for its final edit, but soon. ^_~ I hope you have enjoyed your
latest installment of the insanity fic. I'm certainly having fun
writing it.
Till Next Time,
Ja Ne Minna Sama ^_^
Bejiin Ripley
http://www.wishing-blue.net/bejiin
Bejiin@aol.com
02/18/02
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