Title: Irony and Happiness
Author: Usagi San
email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-PG13
Chapter: prologue, incomplete
Genre: rom, alt
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon and never will...
AN: Hi! So this is the start of my new fic. I don't really know the time period yet. Probably in the 1800s century or something. Please
email me to let me know what you think! And I know that I STILL haven't gotten epilogue of "Who Really Cares For Me?" out but I'm really trying! *sheepish look* I'm almost finished!
I got a new editor! Her name is Jennie. Thanks girl!
Prologue:
"Come back soon Father!" Serena called behind her back
as she pushed back her massive golden hair. "I'm sure
Mother would fret if you come back late again."
"Go on Serena," Edwarde Princely said fondly to his one
and only daughter from behind the counter. He has to
stay late in his store to recount the money that people
had deposited for the weekend.
Edwarde was a bank manager in the small town of Gana and
he could honestly say that he enjoys life. How could he
not? He is healthy at the age of 48, has a wonderful
wife, loving daughter, and he wasn't in debt. Life was
wonderful in everyway. He didn't know how wrong he was.
Serena Princely walked quickly in the rain toward home.
She had come to persuade her dad to come home early
today. Today was her 18s birthday. Her father, although
not very poor compared to some people, still works so
hard everyday in the store bank. She sometimes worry
about her father's health. He doesn't seem to get much
rest.
You better hurry, Serena thought to herself. Mother
might get angry if she doesn't come home soon.
***** ********* ********* ********
Bright blue eyes held worry as Serena glanced at the
motionless door once again. Where is father? It is
already 11:00pm and he still hasn't come home.
Jilian Princely, wife of Edwarde, was also worried. Her
husband rarely came home this late. She knew that Serena
was disappointed that her father isn't here to spend
such a special day. Although Jilian wasn't Serena's
birth mother, she does care about her. She loves Serena
like a mother loves her own daughter, but she still
wasn't Serena's REAL mother.
Jilian sighed at the wistful expression on Serena's face
as her gaze once again fell on the closed door.
Just then, the door bursted open. Serena's face lifted
for a split second before falling as the young man
next door appeared. It obviously wasn't her father
coming home.
"Ms. Princely, m'am!" The man had a bewildered look on
his face and his blond hair jutted out from his head on
all sides.
"What is it Jaron?" Jilian asked, concerned. Jaron almost
never looked that way. Something must be wrong.
"It's Mr. Princely!" Jaron stuttered out, waving his arms
wildly. "He was stabbed!"
It took a few moments for the news to register.
The blood drained from Serena and Jilian's faces. With a
strangled cry, Serena got on, knocking the chair down in
the process, and ran past the startled Jaron.
"Serena!" Jilian cried, running after her. Jaron was
quickly followed.
Serena's mind held only one single fact. Her father was
stabbed. The only person who is really related to her
and who took care of her in time of need was stabbed. It
has to be impossible, a lie.
The night was dark, the rain had passed. The waned moon
shone its ghostly light on the wet ground. Serena
arrived at the store, looking around wildly. A crowd
had formed at the front of the store and Serena pushed
her way into the center.
Her father's bloodied figure lay still on the ground.
"Father!" The anguish cry shot through the silence of
night. Serena threw her body on her father and cried.
Jilian was out of breathe by the time she reached the
store. Her eyes automatically sought and found her
husband and daughter's form in the middle of the crowded
street in front of the bank. Her heart pounded loudly
within her chest as she neared her daughter's crying
form.
The crowd murmured words of sympathy to Jilian as she
covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a sob
threatening to spill.
Serena's heart felt like it was shattering as she was
dragged on from her father's body by her mother. How
could things go this bad! It was only a few hours before
that her father was a living, breathing, health man.
Life was cruel. Life was unfair.
end of prologue.
You may have noticed that all my prologues are very sad.
I felt like crying myself when I wrote this. *sniff*
I know that there's no plot so far, and Darien has not
come into picture yet, but please be patient! I think
Darien might be introduced in the next chapter. Please
email me to let me know what your opinions are!
-Usagi San
Author: Usagi San
email: chiba_serena@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-PG13
Chapter: prologue, incomplete
Genre: rom, alt
Disclaimer: I don't own sailor moon and never will...
AN: Hi! So this is the start of my new fic. I don't really know the time period yet. Probably in the 1800s century or something. Please
email me to let me know what you think! And I know that I STILL haven't gotten epilogue of "Who Really Cares For Me?" out but I'm really trying! *sheepish look* I'm almost finished!
I got a new editor! Her name is Jennie. Thanks girl!
Prologue:
"Come back soon Father!" Serena called behind her back
as she pushed back her massive golden hair. "I'm sure
Mother would fret if you come back late again."
"Go on Serena," Edwarde Princely said fondly to his one
and only daughter from behind the counter. He has to
stay late in his store to recount the money that people
had deposited for the weekend.
Edwarde was a bank manager in the small town of Gana and
he could honestly say that he enjoys life. How could he
not? He is healthy at the age of 48, has a wonderful
wife, loving daughter, and he wasn't in debt. Life was
wonderful in everyway. He didn't know how wrong he was.
Serena Princely walked quickly in the rain toward home.
She had come to persuade her dad to come home early
today. Today was her 18s birthday. Her father, although
not very poor compared to some people, still works so
hard everyday in the store bank. She sometimes worry
about her father's health. He doesn't seem to get much
rest.
You better hurry, Serena thought to herself. Mother
might get angry if she doesn't come home soon.
***** ********* ********* ********
Bright blue eyes held worry as Serena glanced at the
motionless door once again. Where is father? It is
already 11:00pm and he still hasn't come home.
Jilian Princely, wife of Edwarde, was also worried. Her
husband rarely came home this late. She knew that Serena
was disappointed that her father isn't here to spend
such a special day. Although Jilian wasn't Serena's
birth mother, she does care about her. She loves Serena
like a mother loves her own daughter, but she still
wasn't Serena's REAL mother.
Jilian sighed at the wistful expression on Serena's face
as her gaze once again fell on the closed door.
Just then, the door bursted open. Serena's face lifted
for a split second before falling as the young man
next door appeared. It obviously wasn't her father
coming home.
"Ms. Princely, m'am!" The man had a bewildered look on
his face and his blond hair jutted out from his head on
all sides.
"What is it Jaron?" Jilian asked, concerned. Jaron almost
never looked that way. Something must be wrong.
"It's Mr. Princely!" Jaron stuttered out, waving his arms
wildly. "He was stabbed!"
It took a few moments for the news to register.
The blood drained from Serena and Jilian's faces. With a
strangled cry, Serena got on, knocking the chair down in
the process, and ran past the startled Jaron.
"Serena!" Jilian cried, running after her. Jaron was
quickly followed.
Serena's mind held only one single fact. Her father was
stabbed. The only person who is really related to her
and who took care of her in time of need was stabbed. It
has to be impossible, a lie.
The night was dark, the rain had passed. The waned moon
shone its ghostly light on the wet ground. Serena
arrived at the store, looking around wildly. A crowd
had formed at the front of the store and Serena pushed
her way into the center.
Her father's bloodied figure lay still on the ground.
"Father!" The anguish cry shot through the silence of
night. Serena threw her body on her father and cried.
Jilian was out of breathe by the time she reached the
store. Her eyes automatically sought and found her
husband and daughter's form in the middle of the crowded
street in front of the bank. Her heart pounded loudly
within her chest as she neared her daughter's crying
form.
The crowd murmured words of sympathy to Jilian as she
covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a sob
threatening to spill.
Serena's heart felt like it was shattering as she was
dragged on from her father's body by her mother. How
could things go this bad! It was only a few hours before
that her father was a living, breathing, health man.
Life was cruel. Life was unfair.
end of prologue.
You may have noticed that all my prologues are very sad.
I felt like crying myself when I wrote this. *sniff*
I know that there's no plot so far, and Darien has not
come into picture yet, but please be patient! I think
Darien might be introduced in the next chapter. Please
email me to let me know what your opinions are!
-Usagi San