Title: Every Story is A Love Story
Author: Acadia
Email: Acadia7910@yahoo.com
**This story is based on the Broadway play Aida. It's different in many ways but
I use the lyrics to some of the songs. I don't own Sailor Moon or Aida, blah, blah.
This is a short little chapter just to get me back in the writing mode. More
should be coming soon.
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"Hurry," Andrew whispered to the slave who was walking toward him. Carefully,
speaking of constant practice, he inconspicuously passed a bag of goods to his fellow
Lunarian just in time to see the Captains ship land.
Standing up straight and trying to look innocent Andrew waited for the Captain
to step off the ship, ignoring the disgusted looks that were sent his way because of
his obvious Lunarian heritage--silver hair, blue eyes and alabaster skin.
It wasn't unusual to see Lunarians on Earth, since the beginning of the war
Lunarians were taken off the moon in shiploads and brought to be slaves. He,
however, had gotten lucky early on and the Captain took him on as his personal
slave, a task that he first despised but soon found out that there were far worse
positions. Him and Darien had come to an unacknowledged agreement, Andrew looked
after Darien's estate while he was on his many adventures and Andrew got the protection
of the Captain of Earth's army and the fiance of the future Queen.
Andrew saw Darien walk of the ship and bow deeply. "Captain," he said as he
came up, looking the Captain in the eyes. Very few non-earthlings would dare to
look him in the eye. He had a reputation of being cold and bitter man, good for
nothing but conquering planets, but Andrew knew otherwise.
"I trust that everything is where I left it when I left?" Darien said with
a small smile that said he knew full well that some of his things went to the
"good will" of the slaves in the city.
Andrew smiled back, "Of course. Although I did notice some blankets and
wine casks missing."
"Wine casks? That's a new one. Usually it's soap or some shirts."
"Sometimes people need a break," Andrew said grimly.
"I understand," Darien said quietly.
The silence that was stretching between them was uncomfortable so Andrew
changes the subject. "The Princess wants to welcome you. She said that she'll
be waiting in her chambers."
Darien nodded seemingly uninterested, "I have to see the King first, is
he doing any better?"
"Not that I know of, sir."
"Damn," he whispered. It was then that he saw the Lunarian's they had
captured on Venus walk off the ship, Serena walking tall at the back of the
line. "Wait!" He yelled, the guards stopped the Lunarians and came to attention
at he presence of their captain. "Andrew, please escort Serena to the princess
as a present from me, she always needs more handmaidens."
Andrew just caught the glare in the girl's eyes when he realized that the
girl's name was, "Serena?"
"Yes, that's her name. Now if you please, I'll see you at the estate
later."
"Yes, sir," Andrew said, bowing. He motioned for Serena to follow him.
Darien chuckled to himself as he watched both Lunarians leave. Strange
breed they were, but they weren't all bad, Andrew had proven that. He turned
on his heel and started to walk toward the palace to visit the king, when he
heard a deep voice behind him. "What is this? A few big victories and suddenly
the son is too busy to say hello to his father?"
Darien smiled and turned to see his father dressed in the traditional black
robe of the Earth Prime Minister. Xerxes was a distinguished man, his black hair
graying and lines around his deep brown eyes gave him a look of wisdom that could
only come with age. "I'm never to busy for you father," Darien said giving Xerxes
a hug. "I just heard that the King was worsening."
"It's true. The doctors can't find the source of his illness; it looks as
if he only has a short time left."
Darien's face fell; "I have to go see him. I'm sorry father; I'll talk to
you later." Darien turned and sprinted toward the palace, thoughts swimming in
his head.
Xerxes chuckled as he watched his son run and gestured to one of his ministers
waiting in the shadows. "The poor boy, he hasn't realized yet that the imminent
death of the King Vasil means that his marriage will be moved up. He will be
crushed when he finds out that his adventuring days are over." He looked to
the man on his left; "Do you have the latest dose?"
"Yes sir," he said bring out a vile of green liquid.
Xerxes took it and smiled, "Who knew that the copper minds would produce
this ingenious little poison." He handed it back to the man, "Only slip half
in his dinner tonight, we don't want him dying before the wedding."
"As you wish sir," the minister just stood there head bowed and gray
robe blowing slightly in the wind of the deck.
Xerxes sighed, "You're dismissed."
The man just shuffled away from the deck. Xerxes chuckled and whispered
to himself, "Maybe I can't be king but that doesn't mean that I can't control
Darien when he takes the throne. A little marriage is all it will take."
Andrew stopped as soon as he was sure they were alone. "Serena?"
"Yes?"
"I know you," Andrew said simply.
Serena started, he knew her? What the hell did that mean? Before she
could respond Andrew said something else. "For someone who is rumored to be
such a tactical genius, you should have realized you shouldn't have used your
own name."
Serena stood there with her mouth agape, "How dare you speak to me in--"
"That's another thing you'll have to work on. You're not royal here,
you don't give commands. I'm sure you're aware what will happen if you get
caught?"
"Who are you?" Serena whispered at the lost for anything else.
Andrew smiled, "You wouldn't remember me, you were young when the war
first came to the moon. I grew up in your hometown, at least began to grow.
I hadn't reached my thirteenth year when the lower village was attacked and
I was brought Earth as an able bodied slave." Andrew saw her annoyance on
her features; his story was like every other Lunarian on earth. He sensed
he'd have to speak quickly before she cut him off. "My father was an adviser
to the Queen, which I'm sure will ring a bell." Andrew saw the look on Serena's
face and couldn't help but smile slightly at the irony of all of this. "Because
you, Serena, are her daughter and the last hope for the Silver Millennium."
"Damn it, DAMN IT!" Serena cursed. "Look I don't know what you are trying
to prove with this little story but what you know is better left unsaid. Now I
am just a slave here to live out the rest of my life in the squalor of the
Earth's infamous Slave Quarter."
Andrew started walking again and Serena followed behind reluctantly.
"Unfortunately you know that is not true. The slaves will know you're here
when they hear your name," he turned to her, "That really was a bad idea you
know, any form of Serenity is reserved for the Royal family, all the Lunarians
at least will know you for who you are, if the Senshi haven't sensed you already."
"Maybe if that hideous captain hadn't made me so mad I would have thought
up an alias. He really is as bad as everyone says. Nothing but a disgusting,
dirt--"
Andrew stopped and turned around to meet her, his fury for this one second
matching her own. "Insult the Earthlings as much as you want, most of them
deserve it. But the Captain, while vain and pretentious is the most level
headed and aware of all of them. I pray for the day when he marries the Princess
and takes the throne, because maybe then the earth with have a ruler who isn't a
puppet and has some compassion."
Seeing the look of disgust on her face Andrew continued, "You can think
I'm a trader all you want, but he took me in after I was tormented and almost
killed by young nobles who thought that picking on a helpless Lunarian would be
funny. I know good people when I see them and underneath all the Earthling
principles he is a good man."
Andrew turned around and stared walking again, the sounds of Serena's
footsteps the only indication she was still following him. Then after a few
moments of silence he heard a small voice behind him say, "The Senshi are here?"
"Yes," Andrew replied, his anger receding. "They are kept in a chamber
separate from the rest of the compound."
"Do you think I would be able to see them?" She asked sounding more like
the young woman she actually was. Andrew had to remind himself that she couldn't
have seen more than 18 winters.
"Worry about one thing at a time," he said. "We're here."
Author: Acadia
Email: Acadia7910@yahoo.com
**This story is based on the Broadway play Aida. It's different in many ways but
I use the lyrics to some of the songs. I don't own Sailor Moon or Aida, blah, blah.
This is a short little chapter just to get me back in the writing mode. More
should be coming soon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Hurry," Andrew whispered to the slave who was walking toward him. Carefully,
speaking of constant practice, he inconspicuously passed a bag of goods to his fellow
Lunarian just in time to see the Captains ship land.
Standing up straight and trying to look innocent Andrew waited for the Captain
to step off the ship, ignoring the disgusted looks that were sent his way because of
his obvious Lunarian heritage--silver hair, blue eyes and alabaster skin.
It wasn't unusual to see Lunarians on Earth, since the beginning of the war
Lunarians were taken off the moon in shiploads and brought to be slaves. He,
however, had gotten lucky early on and the Captain took him on as his personal
slave, a task that he first despised but soon found out that there were far worse
positions. Him and Darien had come to an unacknowledged agreement, Andrew looked
after Darien's estate while he was on his many adventures and Andrew got the protection
of the Captain of Earth's army and the fiance of the future Queen.
Andrew saw Darien walk of the ship and bow deeply. "Captain," he said as he
came up, looking the Captain in the eyes. Very few non-earthlings would dare to
look him in the eye. He had a reputation of being cold and bitter man, good for
nothing but conquering planets, but Andrew knew otherwise.
"I trust that everything is where I left it when I left?" Darien said with
a small smile that said he knew full well that some of his things went to the
"good will" of the slaves in the city.
Andrew smiled back, "Of course. Although I did notice some blankets and
wine casks missing."
"Wine casks? That's a new one. Usually it's soap or some shirts."
"Sometimes people need a break," Andrew said grimly.
"I understand," Darien said quietly.
The silence that was stretching between them was uncomfortable so Andrew
changes the subject. "The Princess wants to welcome you. She said that she'll
be waiting in her chambers."
Darien nodded seemingly uninterested, "I have to see the King first, is
he doing any better?"
"Not that I know of, sir."
"Damn," he whispered. It was then that he saw the Lunarian's they had
captured on Venus walk off the ship, Serena walking tall at the back of the
line. "Wait!" He yelled, the guards stopped the Lunarians and came to attention
at he presence of their captain. "Andrew, please escort Serena to the princess
as a present from me, she always needs more handmaidens."
Andrew just caught the glare in the girl's eyes when he realized that the
girl's name was, "Serena?"
"Yes, that's her name. Now if you please, I'll see you at the estate
later."
"Yes, sir," Andrew said, bowing. He motioned for Serena to follow him.
Darien chuckled to himself as he watched both Lunarians leave. Strange
breed they were, but they weren't all bad, Andrew had proven that. He turned
on his heel and started to walk toward the palace to visit the king, when he
heard a deep voice behind him. "What is this? A few big victories and suddenly
the son is too busy to say hello to his father?"
Darien smiled and turned to see his father dressed in the traditional black
robe of the Earth Prime Minister. Xerxes was a distinguished man, his black hair
graying and lines around his deep brown eyes gave him a look of wisdom that could
only come with age. "I'm never to busy for you father," Darien said giving Xerxes
a hug. "I just heard that the King was worsening."
"It's true. The doctors can't find the source of his illness; it looks as
if he only has a short time left."
Darien's face fell; "I have to go see him. I'm sorry father; I'll talk to
you later." Darien turned and sprinted toward the palace, thoughts swimming in
his head.
Xerxes chuckled as he watched his son run and gestured to one of his ministers
waiting in the shadows. "The poor boy, he hasn't realized yet that the imminent
death of the King Vasil means that his marriage will be moved up. He will be
crushed when he finds out that his adventuring days are over." He looked to
the man on his left; "Do you have the latest dose?"
"Yes sir," he said bring out a vile of green liquid.
Xerxes took it and smiled, "Who knew that the copper minds would produce
this ingenious little poison." He handed it back to the man, "Only slip half
in his dinner tonight, we don't want him dying before the wedding."
"As you wish sir," the minister just stood there head bowed and gray
robe blowing slightly in the wind of the deck.
Xerxes sighed, "You're dismissed."
The man just shuffled away from the deck. Xerxes chuckled and whispered
to himself, "Maybe I can't be king but that doesn't mean that I can't control
Darien when he takes the throne. A little marriage is all it will take."
Andrew stopped as soon as he was sure they were alone. "Serena?"
"Yes?"
"I know you," Andrew said simply.
Serena started, he knew her? What the hell did that mean? Before she
could respond Andrew said something else. "For someone who is rumored to be
such a tactical genius, you should have realized you shouldn't have used your
own name."
Serena stood there with her mouth agape, "How dare you speak to me in--"
"That's another thing you'll have to work on. You're not royal here,
you don't give commands. I'm sure you're aware what will happen if you get
caught?"
"Who are you?" Serena whispered at the lost for anything else.
Andrew smiled, "You wouldn't remember me, you were young when the war
first came to the moon. I grew up in your hometown, at least began to grow.
I hadn't reached my thirteenth year when the lower village was attacked and
I was brought Earth as an able bodied slave." Andrew saw her annoyance on
her features; his story was like every other Lunarian on earth. He sensed
he'd have to speak quickly before she cut him off. "My father was an adviser
to the Queen, which I'm sure will ring a bell." Andrew saw the look on Serena's
face and couldn't help but smile slightly at the irony of all of this. "Because
you, Serena, are her daughter and the last hope for the Silver Millennium."
"Damn it, DAMN IT!" Serena cursed. "Look I don't know what you are trying
to prove with this little story but what you know is better left unsaid. Now I
am just a slave here to live out the rest of my life in the squalor of the
Earth's infamous Slave Quarter."
Andrew started walking again and Serena followed behind reluctantly.
"Unfortunately you know that is not true. The slaves will know you're here
when they hear your name," he turned to her, "That really was a bad idea you
know, any form of Serenity is reserved for the Royal family, all the Lunarians
at least will know you for who you are, if the Senshi haven't sensed you already."
"Maybe if that hideous captain hadn't made me so mad I would have thought
up an alias. He really is as bad as everyone says. Nothing but a disgusting,
dirt--"
Andrew stopped and turned around to meet her, his fury for this one second
matching her own. "Insult the Earthlings as much as you want, most of them
deserve it. But the Captain, while vain and pretentious is the most level
headed and aware of all of them. I pray for the day when he marries the Princess
and takes the throne, because maybe then the earth with have a ruler who isn't a
puppet and has some compassion."
Seeing the look of disgust on her face Andrew continued, "You can think
I'm a trader all you want, but he took me in after I was tormented and almost
killed by young nobles who thought that picking on a helpless Lunarian would be
funny. I know good people when I see them and underneath all the Earthling
principles he is a good man."
Andrew turned around and stared walking again, the sounds of Serena's
footsteps the only indication she was still following him. Then after a few
moments of silence he heard a small voice behind him say, "The Senshi are here?"
"Yes," Andrew replied, his anger receding. "They are kept in a chamber
separate from the rest of the compound."
"Do you think I would be able to see them?" She asked sounding more like
the young woman she actually was. Andrew had to remind himself that she couldn't
have seen more than 18 winters.
"Worry about one thing at a time," he said. "We're here."