Hello! Welcome to THE OPPOSITI! This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic, I hope you like it!

Prologue

Gaea opened her eyes and gasped for breath. She could see nothing for a moment, her vision impaired by multicoloured twinkling stars.

She panted, hunched over, waiting, and listening; taking in her surroundings without sight. So much more could be revealed using the minor senses, using her ears to hear the whispering wind, her hands to closed around the fine-grained soil she was hunched upon, her nose to smell the dryness in the air.

'Where are they?' she wondered, remembering.

She took check of her surroundings using the visual now. As far as she could see, in all directions, was desert. Hills and dunes rose here and there and ill-used tracks wove their way up and down the mountains.

She licked her lips, and raised her eyes to the heavens. The moon was full, staring down at her like an ever-watchful, scrutinising eye.

Gaea glared at it. That's where they are. Or were. The Moon Kingdom that thought they were so high and mighty with their pacifism and democracy. On the outside, they seemed like the perfect leaders.

On the inside, they had been judgmental and archaic. It had been destiny that their empire would explode in ruin.

Gaea rose and dusted the fine, grey-hued dirt off her body, her black as night hair falling around her naked, darkly tanned body like a shroud.

Her fringe whisked into her eyes a moment, and she delicately pushed it behind her ear.

'So it has happened,' she thought, her jade eyes glowing moment in the night like twin fireflies as earthy-toned clothing materialised and covered her body. 'The Moon Kingdom has risen from its ashes.'

One

The storm encompassed the evening, a hostile squall mournfully gusting through the open doors, rattling the shutters.

Flames danced in the gale, mirrored by indigo eyes. Jet black hair, blacker than the midnight sky, snapped and swirled fitfully around Rei Hino.

But she did not notice the cold night, nor the wind, nor any of her surroundings.

The fire, she focussed on.

Show me.

Her regular meditation was nigh, where she contemplated all she'd seen and experienced that week to perhaps shed some light on the events to come. The embers glowed scarlet, and dulled to orange once more.

Her eyes closed in concentration. But she could still see the flames, their image embossed in her mind's eye.

Show me.

The surging gale slammed the wooden doors shut. The livid breeze could no longer ruffle her hair or threaten to extinguish her focus; it fell around her shoulders, at peace. The gust beat against the doors fitfully, demanding reentry.

In Rei's mind, the flames grew and grew, feeding on her essence that carried the eternal fire. The flames glowed red, tipped in the darkest, blackest blue.

And she saw.

It's light shone on a dense forest, revealing a meandering path of destruction. Trees and ferns glowed the red of the flames, as though on fire themselves, as though they thrived off its warm energy. Ravaged stumps lay on the ruined path – some excreting a black, gooey substance; a thick, dripping trees-blood.

In the center of the destruction, lay humanoid ice sculptures, curled into fetal positions, their features indistinguishable.

A figure wrapped in a long, almost transparent, hooded cloak stepped into view and ran, almost silently, through the debris, the robe-like shroud flapping gently behind like a crystal shadow.

The ice figures uncoiled themselves and began to scream shrilly, stabbing into Rei's receptive mind like cold knife blades.

She recoiled and gasped, becoming aware of her physical self once more but not breaking the trance in totality. She needed to see what she had willed, but it pained her mind. A moments rest…

She blinked. The fire came into focus in front of her, flickering softly. The flames had nearly gone out.

The storm beat against the door shutters still, but it was the last of Rei's worries. What had she been shown?

She sat there, silently, legs folded gently underneath her, for some time, trying to decode the vision. A bleeding forest. The faceless ice sculptures. The person cloaked in a crystalline white, running. The screams.

Like an acid blade, terror ripped through Rei and she knew that the premonition was far from over. On the edges of her mind, she could feel them, the ice sculptures and their icicle shrieks, clawing at her, dragging at her. They wanted to show her.

It was going to be a long night, one in which the young priestess would not gain a wink of sleep.