Sailor Triforce: Xamick, here is chapter 4. Chapter 4:

The Twelve Jewels Of Destiny Chapter 4: It Wasn't A Dream

                              "J-Janier?!? Quatre wondered aloud.  Janier smiled.  "Yes.  No need to be worried or anything.  I have some very good news." She said.  She had wavy hair to her waist, and it was orchid purple in color.  One of her pale fingers was twisting some strands of hair down near her waist.  Her eyes were smoky purple, as if a crystal ball.  Her skin was pale like moonlight, and she truly was beautiful.  Quatre started to bow, but Janier waved her hand.  "That won't be necessary.  Did you bow to your Tanzura mother?  I am the Universe Mother, you don't need to bow." She said.  She looked as if she was eighteen or nineteen, and her voice sounded that of one.  She stepped down from the Oracle and pulled Quatre into an embrace.  She was taller then him, and she put one hand on his back and the other came on his head as she laid her head on his to the side.  She did this because Quatre   started to tear up after hearing mother.  "My child, Quatre if I may call you, your Tanzura mother is safe and protected.  In fact," she said kissing his forehead gently, "both her and your Tanzura father say hello and for you to be happy now, and they are extremely proud of what your destiny is.  Your sisters say the same.  You must remember, everyone is your family, all Fazoren are your family.  They are your brothers and sisters, and they all care for you.  You shall never be alone, and that is the truth.  This is the thoughts I have to comfort you right now, my child, but if you think with your heart, you shall know the answers." She said softly.  Quatre hugged back and thanked her. 

                                   Janier stepped away slowly.  She held a rose in her hands now.  The rose was silver, and the silver looked as if it was a natural color in the wild for roses.  She handed it to Quatre, and he noticed she had a rose in her hair identical to the one she handed him.  She smiled again, a mischievous one.  Quatre took the rose and eyed Janier.  He then accidentally pricked his right wrist on a thorn will looking at her.  No, it was as if something moved the rose and thorn to his hand.  His fingers on the rose moved down on instinct to avoid pricking them again, and he held the wrist that was pricked infront of him.  A small circle of red blood started to come up from it.  He saw Janier approach him again and take the rose from her hair.  She looked down and with Quatre watching pricked her finger, and silver-red blood came up, unlike the shade of his blood.  He watched as she moved her hand to his right wrist, pressing the blood together.

                                  "What?" Quatre whispered confused. She moved her hand away after a moment, and Quatre looked at his wrist.  The blood was gone, just vanished.  It was like that on her finger to.  "Now," Janier said, and she pulled something out from her sash on the robe-like dress.  It was a bracelet with a dark blue gem in the middle.  "Now it can't be removed." She said as she clamped it on his wrist.  "I am assuming you have heard the legend of the Twelve Jewels of Destiny, correct?" she asked.  "Yes Goddess Janier.  I have also found it intriguing; just of the different possibilities it would have in life." He said.  "Ever thought the possibility that you could be a Chosen One?" Quatre froze. What?  Janier let out a laugh.  "Well you are.  That bracelet, it will help you.  Anago Detino (Water Destiny)" she said.

                                  Quatre smiled with joy.  He also left out a laugh of his own and twirled around with the rose in his hand and the bracelet glimmering.  Janier watched with amusement.  "You were guided to come here.  Do you have any questions?  Dreams, feelings, anything?" she asked when Quatre stopped.  He looked at her seriously.  "Would it be a crime to ask what is the law of life?" he said.  Janier smiled and held the rose out at him, also with the hand holding the rose pointed a finger at him.  Quatre was confused as he looked at Janier, then the flower and her hand.  "What does it mean?" he whispered.  "Think.  I have shown you the Eternal law of life.  What do these represent?" she said waving her free hand to the hand with the rose and her finger still pointing at him.

                                  "I don't know." Quatre said confused.  He shook his head.  Janier's face grew serious again.  "Child, forget all teachings except those of your heart.  Think with your heart.  Bring the light above you into you.  The stars are not the limit.  The universe is not the limit.  Eternity isn't even the limit.  The limit is how much you'll believe of the light.  You know, the legend won't necessarily end with a happy ending if the Chosen Ones do not find the eternal light above themselves, and bring it into their hearts.  That's not the only unhappy ending it can have.  You can't believe everything you read on scriptures." She said.  Quatre closed his eyes and breathed deeply for a moment.  He opened his eyes again, looking at Janier.  "What… What is the light?" he asked.  "The light is not of matter, not of existence to everyone.  The light is the calm of souls, the very heart of souls." She said.  "Hmm… The rose is a plant, which lives.  That would be life." Janier nodded at Quatre to encourage him to continue.  "So the rose is life.  The finger, your hand, is in…. position of judgment?" Quatre said.  "Yes." Janier said.

                           There was another flash of light from the Oracle, and another figure emerged and walked down the steps.  It was another girl, or Goddess if you like.  She had light blue hair with blue eyes like the sea.   She had pale skin, and her robe-like dress was royal blue and the sash was pale blue.  Her hair was longer, ending at the start of her knees.  She too was taller then Quatre.  "Janier, you said you would answer a question.  Stop teasing him now, okay?" the girl said. "Mirikna, the child must learn!" Janier protested.  "Mirikna?" quatre said.  The girl turned to Quatre.  "Yes." She eyed the bracelet, "And I guess I missed the initiation hm?" Mirikna joked.  Janier sighed.  "Please go get Tercha.  She has the other bracelet." Janier said.  "…?" Her eyes got round, "OH! Sure.  But, shouldn't she have came already?" Mirikna questioned.  "Yes, but things seem a bit late.  Now please get her."  Quatre couldn't believe it.  There were two Goddesses here, and they were planning to get a third!  Usually people saw some Goddess, but Janier was rare to see.  People saw the Goddess throughout their live at times, whatever Goddess applied to them by creating them.  Tercha was the Goddess of nature and flowers, and Mirikna was the Goddess of wind. 

                            An all-familiar light was in the Oracle, and another Goddess was in it.  Quatre heard as sandals made their way down the Oracle steps.  He looked up.  There was a girl, surely another Goddess, Tercha in fact.  She had ivy green eyes and mahogany brown hair.  Her robe was sea green and the sash emerald green.  Her eyes sparkled as she stepped down the steps.  She was looking down with her head bowed.  She stopped infront of Janier and Mirikna, to the side of Quatre.  She brushed her dress off, and then looked up through her bangs at Janier.  "Let me guess, I'm late as usual, huh?" she said.  Quatre gave a little laugh and she straightened up.  She turned to Quatre and smiled, blushing in humiliation.  "Well, guess not." She said.  "Well, first of all, Janier, I believe you didn't finish telling Quatre the law of life." Mirikna said.  Tercha looked at Janier in interest, wondering how far she got to explaining it.  "Well, you were right about the rose is life, the fingers where judgment.  When you judge someone, three fingers are pointed at you." Janier said.  "And so if you make the right judgment, you gain three." Mirikna said.  "And if you make the wrong, you lose three." finished Quatre.  "Yes." Janier smiled.  She then nodded her head at Tercha, giving her the acknowledgment to show why she was here. 

                                            Tercha took something out of her sash, and brought it up.  Quatre saw it was a bracelet, much like his with silver and a deep blue gem, but this one had a forest green gem.  The gems were just oval, no special design.  Tercha handed it to Quatre.  "This is for your friend Trowa.  It is the nature bracelet, like yours is the water bracelet." She said.  "Trowa?" wondered Quatre out loud.  "Yes.  Remember, the first people on the quest were two boys who one brought the other the news of being a Chosen One." Janier said.  "And the first gem, Forest, is in the forest north of here, the Forest Temple.  Yo shall meet Fire in the Forest, and he shall help you." Mirikna said.  "Okay." Quatre said and nodded.  "Go on the quest two days from now.  Beware any Korkians, and enemies.  Just give that bracelet to your friend.  The bracelets; you shall know what to do with them when the time comes." Janier said while stepping up the Oracle.  Tercha and Mirikna followed suit.  "Goodbye my Child." Janier added.  The Goddesses disappeared, leaving Quatre with the bracelet on his hands and holding another to give to Trowa.

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