Learning Control:
Book I of the Light and Dark Trilogy
By: Killing Frost
(w/ creative aid from RubyMoon666)
AN: I was very pleased with your response to the last chapter. Okay, well not really, but oh well. Anyway, in this chapter we will learn of Celeste's tale, and...that will be all. Pretty much. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, and all the respective companies having claim on it. New characters, however, were created by me and therefore belong to me. If you steal them, I will have to hurt you. Sorry if I seem very violent in these disclaimers, but I'm very...strong in the belief that what you create should be yours, not anybody's who wishes to use it.
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Alrighty, you've already heard Camille's version of 'the beginning,' quote-unquote. Thanks to her for telling you the gist of it. That means I don't have to. Oh goodie. If you haven't guessed by now, I am the infamous Celeste Chere, daughter of Marle Chere, princess of the kingdom of the Sun, and heir to the Negaverse. Gasp.
How is this, you ask. I shall tell you. My grandmother, the evil Queen Beryl, glamored herself to look like a beautiful maiden, and entrapped the heart of Solaris the Third, my grandfather, and the once-king of the Sun. She then seduced him, got with child, and left to have her baby, never to be seen or heard from again. A few months after the baby was born, the child turned up on the doorstep of Queen Serenity the First.
The Queen, being the kind-hearted soul she was, took in my mother, Marle, and adopted her as her own. Later they discovered her parentage and was returned to her rightful kingdom, the Sun, where she was given the title of princess. As Marle grew older she ruled in place of her father, who was steadily dying from illness. She was also chosen to be the carrier of the Phoenix crystal, a necklace which kept the wild deity from unleashing her flame upon the people.
Then the Negaverse attacked, everybody died, and blah-de blah-de blah. You know the rest.
Marle got knocked up somehow, (I think it was a one-night stand), and had me! The beautiful, wonderful, stunning, smiley-- and I think I'll stop flattering myself now, because I'm beginning to blush.
Then Marle died, I got placed in foster care, and got bounced around from place to place until I ended up in Crystal Tokyo. Ah, what a refreshing city. Supposedly the home of purity and beauty, and yet one of the most degraded cities I've seen yet. My foster parents were the Hilltons, Mary and Craig, and also a little brother-type thing, called Eric. Eww.
They took me in, made me their daughter, and surprisingly kept me. I was enrolled at the local high school there, and was quickly taken under the wing of some people I wished I had never associated with. Commonly known as Lindsey, Rebecca (just-call-me-becca), Kerri, and Joney, otherwise known as Jonicha. Blah.
Now, not to be a gossip here, but let me tell you a little bit about them and just exactly why I didn't like them. Lindsey was anorexic, whose behavior was encouraged by her mother. Rebecca was an idiot who chewed so much bubblegum, she got TMJ. Kerri was a slut, (actually all of them were), and wore way too much hairspray, and Joney was depressed to the point of psychoticness. (Today Joney dwells in a watery grave from when she drove herself and her BMW right off a cliff.)
It was awful, but who was I to complain. I had friends; I was adored; I fit in. What more could a girl want? Did I mention I was on the pom squad? Don't worry, sometimes, it seriously scares me too whenever I think back on it.
Anyway, things were going along relatively well, until one fateful day. The phone rang the instant I got home from school, and I rushed to get, thinking it was Becca, calling to discuss outfit plans for the school dance on Friday. Guess what? It wasn't!
So this voice comes over the line, "Hello. Is Celeste Chere there?" The voice was sort of floaty and transparent, like it was the wind speaking.
"Yeah. This is," I said while inside I was thinking, 'Who the hell is this?'
"I'm Lady Cornelia DuVant. Her Majesty, the Queen, has invited you to your cousin, Princess Rini's sixteenth birthday celebration. Formal--"
I interrupted her. "My cousin?"
"Yes, your cousin. Your mother, Princess Marle, was NeoQueen Serenity's adopted sister, aunt to Princess Rini, and therefore, you, as the daughter of Princess Marle, are the niece of NeoQueen Serenity, and cousin to Princess Rini. Now, as I was saying, formal dress is required, and an invitation is on its way in the mail to your house. We're looking forward to seeing you, Princess." The woman hung up then with a click that sounded deafening in my ear.
The world had narrowed down to a fine point, like a tunnel, and all I could think was, 'I'm royalty?' Of course I had always known. People had always marvelled over me being the last of the Chere line, looked at me as though they expected to see my mother's legacy stamped on my forehead. I had just never considered it before. Now I guessed I had to.
A day later my invitation arrived. It seemed a small and trivial thing, however it wasn't. It was going to change my life forever. The envelope was plain paper, colored a simple manilla. My name and address were written in calligraphy, but the return address was stamped on. Classy. But I suppose it made mailing things easier. Inside was a small card, also manilla, filigreed in some sort of pinkish-brassy color. It gave all the details, and I had Mary take me shopping. God, she was so excited, even more so than me!
The night of the celebration I showed up there wearing a slim, powdery blue, silk number. It showed off my figure to a great advantage, and I adored it. The shoes were low-heeled strappys, which I had chosen deliberately in case I wanted to dance. The door attendant asked for my invitation, and I gave it to him. A moment later he nodded and let me in. I followed the crowd to the ball room, and was blown away.
It was huge! And minus the pink decorations, it actually would've been gorgeous! However, with the pink, it made me feel like I was stuck inside of a pepto bismol bottle. Nauseating thought. I saw Rini right away and suddenly recognized her from around school. No duh, I thought to myself. She fit right in with the decor. Her hair was in its traditional style, but the dress she wore was white, made of some heavy material, with pink lace in spots. Gross.
I plastered on a big, fake smile, and walked up to her. "Happy Birthday, Rini!" I called. She squealed like a pig, and hugged the life out of me. Ew. "Celeste, I'm so glad you came! So mom finally got a hold of you?"
"Actually, her secretary did." I rolled my eyes, slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
"Oh yeah, DuVant. She can be um....what's the word again?...Oh yeah, a bitch. Sometimes she can be a real bitch." Rini twirled the end of her odango a la Brittany-style, and shrugged. A greedy light filled her eyes then. "Did you bring me anything, cuz?"
"Oh, sure." I held up the present bag I'd been carrying. It wasn't that big, because all I'd gotten her was a cd and some perfume. Hey, I barely knew her! How was I supposed to pick a good gift?! "Thank you!" She cried, and acted all surprised, but I knew she wasn't. She took the bag, and walked off and put it on a table piled high with presents. Then some guy walked up to her, and they started dancing. I shrugged mentally, and grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter who was walking by.
It tasted vaguely like strawberries, and bubbled down my throat like soda would. I ended up wandering off after being paid no notice, and in the midst of my wanderings, I heard an alarm going off. Huh. I was curious, so I went to check it out. A group of palace guards ran past me, and I followed from where they came from.
I found myself in a dimly lit room full of talismans and stuff, with one broken case. Ooh. Someone was being bad. I shook my head and looked around at the stuff. It was all old senshi memorabilia. Neato. Maybe my mom's stuff was in here somewhere? I decided to look around.
I did find my mom's stuff eventually, and a key pad to open the case. I just had to figure out the code. It was pretty easy, really. Come on, the royal family are ego-maniacs. So I punched in SILVER CRYSTAL. Guess what? The lock snicked open, and I took out my mom's stuff without noise. Quickly I stuffed it in my bag, then decided I better get out of there before somebody caught me.
Upon arriving back home, and locked in the solitude of my room, I studied each object individually, and found that all gave off a certain hum of energy which seemed to be answered in me. Oh well, I decided, I'll deal with it later.
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AN: REVIEW, PEOPLE! I'm not used to getting so little reviews. Come on, I need support here! I'm co-dependent! Help!
Book I of the Light and Dark Trilogy
By: Killing Frost
(w/ creative aid from RubyMoon666)
AN: I was very pleased with your response to the last chapter. Okay, well not really, but oh well. Anyway, in this chapter we will learn of Celeste's tale, and...that will be all. Pretty much. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, and all the respective companies having claim on it. New characters, however, were created by me and therefore belong to me. If you steal them, I will have to hurt you. Sorry if I seem very violent in these disclaimers, but I'm very...strong in the belief that what you create should be yours, not anybody's who wishes to use it.
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Alrighty, you've already heard Camille's version of 'the beginning,' quote-unquote. Thanks to her for telling you the gist of it. That means I don't have to. Oh goodie. If you haven't guessed by now, I am the infamous Celeste Chere, daughter of Marle Chere, princess of the kingdom of the Sun, and heir to the Negaverse. Gasp.
How is this, you ask. I shall tell you. My grandmother, the evil Queen Beryl, glamored herself to look like a beautiful maiden, and entrapped the heart of Solaris the Third, my grandfather, and the once-king of the Sun. She then seduced him, got with child, and left to have her baby, never to be seen or heard from again. A few months after the baby was born, the child turned up on the doorstep of Queen Serenity the First.
The Queen, being the kind-hearted soul she was, took in my mother, Marle, and adopted her as her own. Later they discovered her parentage and was returned to her rightful kingdom, the Sun, where she was given the title of princess. As Marle grew older she ruled in place of her father, who was steadily dying from illness. She was also chosen to be the carrier of the Phoenix crystal, a necklace which kept the wild deity from unleashing her flame upon the people.
Then the Negaverse attacked, everybody died, and blah-de blah-de blah. You know the rest.
Marle got knocked up somehow, (I think it was a one-night stand), and had me! The beautiful, wonderful, stunning, smiley-- and I think I'll stop flattering myself now, because I'm beginning to blush.
Then Marle died, I got placed in foster care, and got bounced around from place to place until I ended up in Crystal Tokyo. Ah, what a refreshing city. Supposedly the home of purity and beauty, and yet one of the most degraded cities I've seen yet. My foster parents were the Hilltons, Mary and Craig, and also a little brother-type thing, called Eric. Eww.
They took me in, made me their daughter, and surprisingly kept me. I was enrolled at the local high school there, and was quickly taken under the wing of some people I wished I had never associated with. Commonly known as Lindsey, Rebecca (just-call-me-becca), Kerri, and Joney, otherwise known as Jonicha. Blah.
Now, not to be a gossip here, but let me tell you a little bit about them and just exactly why I didn't like them. Lindsey was anorexic, whose behavior was encouraged by her mother. Rebecca was an idiot who chewed so much bubblegum, she got TMJ. Kerri was a slut, (actually all of them were), and wore way too much hairspray, and Joney was depressed to the point of psychoticness. (Today Joney dwells in a watery grave from when she drove herself and her BMW right off a cliff.)
It was awful, but who was I to complain. I had friends; I was adored; I fit in. What more could a girl want? Did I mention I was on the pom squad? Don't worry, sometimes, it seriously scares me too whenever I think back on it.
Anyway, things were going along relatively well, until one fateful day. The phone rang the instant I got home from school, and I rushed to get, thinking it was Becca, calling to discuss outfit plans for the school dance on Friday. Guess what? It wasn't!
So this voice comes over the line, "Hello. Is Celeste Chere there?" The voice was sort of floaty and transparent, like it was the wind speaking.
"Yeah. This is," I said while inside I was thinking, 'Who the hell is this?'
"I'm Lady Cornelia DuVant. Her Majesty, the Queen, has invited you to your cousin, Princess Rini's sixteenth birthday celebration. Formal--"
I interrupted her. "My cousin?"
"Yes, your cousin. Your mother, Princess Marle, was NeoQueen Serenity's adopted sister, aunt to Princess Rini, and therefore, you, as the daughter of Princess Marle, are the niece of NeoQueen Serenity, and cousin to Princess Rini. Now, as I was saying, formal dress is required, and an invitation is on its way in the mail to your house. We're looking forward to seeing you, Princess." The woman hung up then with a click that sounded deafening in my ear.
The world had narrowed down to a fine point, like a tunnel, and all I could think was, 'I'm royalty?' Of course I had always known. People had always marvelled over me being the last of the Chere line, looked at me as though they expected to see my mother's legacy stamped on my forehead. I had just never considered it before. Now I guessed I had to.
A day later my invitation arrived. It seemed a small and trivial thing, however it wasn't. It was going to change my life forever. The envelope was plain paper, colored a simple manilla. My name and address were written in calligraphy, but the return address was stamped on. Classy. But I suppose it made mailing things easier. Inside was a small card, also manilla, filigreed in some sort of pinkish-brassy color. It gave all the details, and I had Mary take me shopping. God, she was so excited, even more so than me!
The night of the celebration I showed up there wearing a slim, powdery blue, silk number. It showed off my figure to a great advantage, and I adored it. The shoes were low-heeled strappys, which I had chosen deliberately in case I wanted to dance. The door attendant asked for my invitation, and I gave it to him. A moment later he nodded and let me in. I followed the crowd to the ball room, and was blown away.
It was huge! And minus the pink decorations, it actually would've been gorgeous! However, with the pink, it made me feel like I was stuck inside of a pepto bismol bottle. Nauseating thought. I saw Rini right away and suddenly recognized her from around school. No duh, I thought to myself. She fit right in with the decor. Her hair was in its traditional style, but the dress she wore was white, made of some heavy material, with pink lace in spots. Gross.
I plastered on a big, fake smile, and walked up to her. "Happy Birthday, Rini!" I called. She squealed like a pig, and hugged the life out of me. Ew. "Celeste, I'm so glad you came! So mom finally got a hold of you?"
"Actually, her secretary did." I rolled my eyes, slightly, but smiled nonetheless.
"Oh yeah, DuVant. She can be um....what's the word again?...Oh yeah, a bitch. Sometimes she can be a real bitch." Rini twirled the end of her odango a la Brittany-style, and shrugged. A greedy light filled her eyes then. "Did you bring me anything, cuz?"
"Oh, sure." I held up the present bag I'd been carrying. It wasn't that big, because all I'd gotten her was a cd and some perfume. Hey, I barely knew her! How was I supposed to pick a good gift?! "Thank you!" She cried, and acted all surprised, but I knew she wasn't. She took the bag, and walked off and put it on a table piled high with presents. Then some guy walked up to her, and they started dancing. I shrugged mentally, and grabbed a glass of champagne from a waiter who was walking by.
It tasted vaguely like strawberries, and bubbled down my throat like soda would. I ended up wandering off after being paid no notice, and in the midst of my wanderings, I heard an alarm going off. Huh. I was curious, so I went to check it out. A group of palace guards ran past me, and I followed from where they came from.
I found myself in a dimly lit room full of talismans and stuff, with one broken case. Ooh. Someone was being bad. I shook my head and looked around at the stuff. It was all old senshi memorabilia. Neato. Maybe my mom's stuff was in here somewhere? I decided to look around.
I did find my mom's stuff eventually, and a key pad to open the case. I just had to figure out the code. It was pretty easy, really. Come on, the royal family are ego-maniacs. So I punched in SILVER CRYSTAL. Guess what? The lock snicked open, and I took out my mom's stuff without noise. Quickly I stuffed it in my bag, then decided I better get out of there before somebody caught me.
Upon arriving back home, and locked in the solitude of my room, I studied each object individually, and found that all gave off a certain hum of energy which seemed to be answered in me. Oh well, I decided, I'll deal with it later.
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AN: REVIEW, PEOPLE! I'm not used to getting so little reviews. Come on, I need support here! I'm co-dependent! Help!
