Solar Flare: The Story of Sailor Sun
By: Killing Frost
Prologue
Author's Note: Hello, everyone. How are ya'll? I'm doin' okay. This is my first just Sailor Moon fic. (Maybe, that might change. I'm not quite sure.) Anyway, this fic is about my own character which I created awhile ago, Daea Winters a.k.a the Princess and Ruler of the Sun. Now, I recently changed the way she looks. She used to have curly red hair and green eyes, but I thought it would be way cooler to have her be an albino. Anyway, this is her story, hope you enjoy. Feel free to flame me.
Disclaimer: I do not own the storyline of Sailor Moon, or original characters. Those belong to... whoever created it. I do own Marle, and the all other characters, ideas, and settings taking place on the Sun. So don't steal 'em or I'll hunt you down. ~_^
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Present
You see a place filled with dense fog, but ahead you can clearly see a large, white marble door. A woman walks out of the mists with long emerald hair, and crimson eyes, wearing a black fuku and tall boots. She points her staff at you.
"Long ago," begins Sailor Pluto, "the whole solar system was filled with peace, and all planets were populated with people."
She walks over to the left where an intricately designed mirror looks upon all that is, was, and shall be.
"Those times are long forgotten except to a few chosen ones, still inhabiting the earth. They are the once-Princesses and Princes of the Silver Millennium. All, however, have forgotten a certain kingdom, and a certain peoples. I wish to share that story with you, today, at this moment."
Sailor Pluto waves her staff over the mirror in a circular motion, and suddenly we are taken back, to the Solar Kingdom, in a time long-forgotten.
Past
"Numair!" cries an angry snowy-haired girl, "How could you? How DARE you make a decision as such without consulting me previously!? Now the entire system may fall because of your high-handedness!"
"Princess," a man with dark hair and skin replies, "I was only seeking the best for our kingdom. I do, however, apologize for not consulting with you."
"Your apology is not accepted! Because of you, we are now bound to stay out of the war when Beryl attacks! And you know with our help the Moon could defeat her! Now all is lost!" Princess Daea screams.
"But we shall still remain. The other planets have never looked upon us with acceptance, you know that, so why should they deserve our loyalty?" Numair asks.
"They deserve our loyalty because we are a part of the Alliance too. Now I have betrayed my vows as a senshi to protect and serve the other planet of the Alliance. How can I ever live with myself again? Especially knowing that my own mother is responsible for the disaster,"Daea asks sadly with tears in her wide, pink-ish eyes.
"I do not know, but what is important now is that our world, our people, will be safe.Do you not wish for us to be safe?" Numair asks,very well knowing that he was twisting the girl's words, and manipulating her to fit his needs.
"Oh, Numair, of course I do. That's why I put up the firewall. Now, not one soul can get to us without being burned to ashes, unless they have the implant or a pass. It will protect us as long as I exist," Daea says with a small smile of pride.
"Well, there you are. Now we're guaranteed safety. All other kingdoms of the universe will rise and fall, but we shall remain." Numair explains with his lips twitching in a small smile.
"Fine. What's done is done. There is nothing I can do about it now. The attack will commence in five minutes. I will be in Phoenix's Temple. Do not bother me unless it is imperative," Daea orders, as she walks away sadly.
Suddenly a sevant comes running in. "Your Majesty," the boy exclaims while bowing to Daea," we have received an urgent message from the Moon. They beg for aid. Beryl has begun to attack," "Ignore any messages we receive from the Moon or surrounding planets. We are officially a closed territory. Spread that message." Daea orders as she walks away, her loose, white braid swinging after her.
~Phoenix Temple~
Daea walks into the hot, steamy room, ready to have an important conversation with their patron god. She kneels before the altar in her priestess garbs, and presses a secret lock on her fiery gem necklace. Out from it emerges a cloud of steamy smoke. The smoke takes form.
A young bird-woman crosses her legs upon the altar. Her fire-hair streams down in trails, like lava, and her red eyes glow with inner fire. Her orange-glowing skin is dotted with tribal markings from times when their world was not such a civilized place.
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You summoned me, Princess?" Phoenix asks. "Yes I did. I seek your council," Daea replies keeping her eyes lowered. "It is an honor. What is the problem?" Phoenix says tilting her head at an angle. "Numair has forbidden us to fight against my mother, Beryl. And I have declared the Sun a closed territory. The firewall is up and running, but will only continue to do so as long as I live," Daea explains quickly. "I see your dilemma. You feel guilty because you cannot help your death-marked friends, and your own world, ·¶ which you have fought so hard to save, will eventually be destroyed as well," Phoenix says, looking down at her white-haired host. "Yes. How can I stay alive so my people will live too?" Daea asks, finally looking up at the goddess who shared her body sometimes.
"There is an ancient technique, called "eternal sleep." It will completely freeze your body as is, until a designated time arrives, at which point you will be awakened.It is a dangerous technique, however, because it leaves you open to attack," Phoenix explains, stroking a little strand of fire-hair.
"But it would work?" Daea asks, hope shining in her pale pink eyes. "With the proper instruction, namely from me. You will need to leave someone you can trust completely with rule over your kingdom until you awaken though," Phoenix says, with a smile on her lips and happiness in her eyes. "Then it shall be done. Oh thank you, Phoenix. Thank you," Daea cries jumping up happily. "It is my pleasure, Young One," Phoenix says softly as she slides down off the altar.
Phoenix turns into the same steamy smoke and flows back into the hollow gemstone necklace.
Daea skips out of the temple, and runs the rest of the way to the palace, to think long and hard over her decision. While, at the same time her friends die in agony, and her best friend, Hotaru, aides their destruction.
~One Week Later~
Daea walks evenly paced to the Phoenix Temple. It had been done. She left her entire kingdom under the command of one person. A comfortable glass, coffin-like thing had been made for her to rest in. It had been taken to the Temple, where it had replaced the altar.
Daea walked into the Temple, which were to be her quarters for the next... well for ahwile. She walks up the the coffin, and presses the gemstone. Phoenix emerges from her cage, happy to stretch her limbs. "Is it done?" Phoenix asks while stretching out upon the glass-topped coffin."Yes it is. I have left my entire Kingdom in the hands of Lady Ta-Thea. She is loyal, and fair. She will make a good sub-Queen," Daea says with a small smile. "I imagine so. Nothing but the best for our world, eh?" Phoenix asks with a smile on her golden lips.
"Did you bring what I asked?" Phoenix asks, her sharp hawk-eyes piercing Daea like needles. "Yes, I did. I am ready to perform the spell now." Daea says meeting Phoenix's gaze. "Good," Phoenix says, "take out the blue candle, and light it, while saying "Spirits of the West, allow me to rest."
Daea has the blue candle appear out of air, as well as some matches. She lays it down upon the glass top, and strikes the match. Bending, she rests it against the wick until it goes up in flames. "Spirits of the West, allow me to rest," Daea says in a somber tone.
"Good," Phoenix says, "now bring out the bowl, and the dry ingredients. Mix them in the bowl, saying " Guardians of Sleep, bestow your gifts upon me."
Daea closes her eyes, and in front of her appears a blue, clay bowl, and two bags of herbs, and a bottle with a stopper on it. Calmly she opens the first, which are large, white iris petals, and empties in into the bowl. Next follows a bit of clover, and after that a bit of whiskey."Guardians of Sleep, bestow your gifts upon me," she says in a husky voice.
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Very good," Phoenix says with approval in her voice, "now get out the knife, and cut yourself until the blood flows freely. While you do this say, "Forever I shall sleep, until the time is outspoken. Gods of the Night, Bringers of Dreams, hear me. I shall not awaken until the Kingdoms are reformed. The Alliance is united, and I may again, join them."
Daea pulls a sharp knife out of seemingly nowhere, and runs the blade across the fragile skin of her forearm. Out the blood comes, leaking into the bowl. "Forever I shall sleep, until the time is outspoken. Gods of the Night, Bringers of Dreams, hear me. I shall not awaken until the Kingdoms are reformed. The Alliance is united, and I may again, join them," Daea says with a glaze in her eyes.
"Okay, now vanish all those things, and get into the box, quickly," Phoenix says as she evaporates into smoke and goes into Marle's crystal. Daea vanishes her tools, and crawls, sleepily into the box. Soon enough, the Gods grant their gift, and she is asleep, not to be awakened until the other senshi have all been reborn and found each other.
~The Present-Time Gates~
"And that is the history of the Solar Kingdom. Now, we all know that the senshi have found each other. So, that must mean that Daea has awakened. Perhaps, we shall discover what became of our little albino Princess," Pluto says as she fades back into the fog of Time.
~End~
Author's Note: So.... What did ya think? Neato huh? I like it. Well, that's part of the history of Daea Winters. If you have any questions you can email me at Killing_Frost@sailorsaturn.zzn.com. I think I'll be getting the next chapter out soon. Well, bye! ^_^