Disclaimer: Please don't sue me, I don't own Sailor moon.
The elevator plunged farther and farther into the ground, deep down into the world of the darkness. "This is our floor." Diamond said, still smiling about Andrew's blistering lips. The two of them stepped out into the shadows of the night. Everywhere was poorly lit, flickering flames from candles and lanterns cast shadows upon the walls. Up in the night sky there was no stars, only endless blackness. They were in the world beneath the surface. "Come on." Diamond urged, moving quickly through the cobblestone streets. "He is going to want to know about this."
But Andrew wasn't paying attention to Diamond. Instead, his focus was on the buildings that they were passing. Every single one of them was tall and rectangular, like giant, old boxes covered with soot. Heavy black curtains were drawn in all the windows, but occasionally a faint flickering of light poked out from underneath the curtains. "Stop dawdling," Diamond scowled, noticing Andrew's curiosity. "This is no time for sightseeing,"
"Yeah, I know, but I don't come to this part of the world often." Andrew managed to say through the blisters on his lips. "All the buildings, they are so," Andrew paused to search for the right word. "Old, I suppose. They all look identical, like big black boxes stacked together."
"These were the original buildings, back before the millennium war even started, back when nobody knew about us." Diamond answered and nearly tripped on one of the cracks in the cobblestone.
"Diamond, do you smell that?" Andrew asked, chocking on a foul stench the ripped through the air.
"Over there," Diamond said as he pointed to a small canal running parallel to the street. "It's just an open sewer, try to ignore it." But even Diamond was having a difficult time acting cool when the smell of rotten eggs and old manure clung to every part of his body. It was like they had travelled back to 16th century England. "Its not too much further" He reassured Andrew, and as though it was magic, the old houses and poorly lit streets ended, and a Dark Castle lied straight ahead of them.
"Home sweet home." Andrew said and smiled, "Owww," He said as the pain in his mouth returned.
The castle itself was like Dracula's, only far more expensive. Statues of lions replaced the old gargoyles that sat on top of the roof. The doors were huge, made of redwood and nailed together with bolts of pure gold. Confidently Diamond marched into the castle. Inside was even more spectacular. Red carpets lined a newly polished floor, the walls were covered with portraits of people dating back before the Silver millennium.
"Good evening." Diamond said, entering the throne room and bowing at the same time.
"Diamond," The man on the throne nodded his head in welcome. "Andrew, what the devil happened to your lips?" Andrew opened his mouth to answer, but Diamond instinctively cut him off.
"That's what we are here to talk about in fact." Diamond answered, stepping closer towards the throne. "Actually, we were just curious." He said, not wanting to tell the full story.
"Yes" The Prince answered, "Curious about what?" He said, stepping off his throne made entirely of diamonds.
"Well," Diamond began, "we wanted to know about, about the legend." He stuttered. "The legend of the Guardian."
The prince's eyes changed colour. Their beautiful deep sapphire faded, and a bright yellow emerged. "Why do you wish to know?" He asked, watching the two men like a hawk. But both Diamond and Andrew were silent. "Well?" He repeated, stepping towards to the two of them. Andrew nudged Diamond with his elbow and took a step back.
"Andrew," Diamond started. "He went above, to hunt."
The Prince was getting impatient, "yes," He said, "there is nothing wrong with that. So what is the problem?"
"Well, sir," Diamond stared nervously at his feet, "he drank, up on the surface."
Immediately, all four of the walls in the throne room caught on fire. The floor below them disappeared, leaving the three of them to hover above a pit of burning lava.
"You know that that is forbidden!" He roared as a blazing fireball appeared in each hand. "We have rules!" He began, "they have their world, and we have ours." He snarled and started floating towards them. The portraits on the walls melted and disintegrated into the lava below. "What happened then?"
"Well," Diamond said, his voice shaking. "A girl fell from the sky. She, she had blonde hair. Blue, blue eyes."
Suddenly, the fire on the walls vanished and the Prince's eyes went blank.
"What is it?" Diamond asked, noticing the look on his face.
"She has come," He whispered softly and the floor returned to normal. Diamond and Andrew dropped back down to the solid ground. "The strongest of the five guardians, you awakened her."
"How?" Andrew asked, still cautious about the Prince's temper. "The legend." He said, staring out into space. "It was said that no blood shall be spilt in the world of the light." Then his eyes started to twinkle with hope. "I can't believe that she is the guardian." He was deep in though. "The blood must have summoned her here. That is why she has returned to me."
"Who?" Andrew asked, straitening up his clothes.
The Prince smiled, "Serena," He whispered.
The elevator plunged farther and farther into the ground, deep down into the world of the darkness. "This is our floor." Diamond said, still smiling about Andrew's blistering lips. The two of them stepped out into the shadows of the night. Everywhere was poorly lit, flickering flames from candles and lanterns cast shadows upon the walls. Up in the night sky there was no stars, only endless blackness. They were in the world beneath the surface. "Come on." Diamond urged, moving quickly through the cobblestone streets. "He is going to want to know about this."
But Andrew wasn't paying attention to Diamond. Instead, his focus was on the buildings that they were passing. Every single one of them was tall and rectangular, like giant, old boxes covered with soot. Heavy black curtains were drawn in all the windows, but occasionally a faint flickering of light poked out from underneath the curtains. "Stop dawdling," Diamond scowled, noticing Andrew's curiosity. "This is no time for sightseeing,"
"Yeah, I know, but I don't come to this part of the world often." Andrew managed to say through the blisters on his lips. "All the buildings, they are so," Andrew paused to search for the right word. "Old, I suppose. They all look identical, like big black boxes stacked together."
"These were the original buildings, back before the millennium war even started, back when nobody knew about us." Diamond answered and nearly tripped on one of the cracks in the cobblestone.
"Diamond, do you smell that?" Andrew asked, chocking on a foul stench the ripped through the air.
"Over there," Diamond said as he pointed to a small canal running parallel to the street. "It's just an open sewer, try to ignore it." But even Diamond was having a difficult time acting cool when the smell of rotten eggs and old manure clung to every part of his body. It was like they had travelled back to 16th century England. "Its not too much further" He reassured Andrew, and as though it was magic, the old houses and poorly lit streets ended, and a Dark Castle lied straight ahead of them.
"Home sweet home." Andrew said and smiled, "Owww," He said as the pain in his mouth returned.
The castle itself was like Dracula's, only far more expensive. Statues of lions replaced the old gargoyles that sat on top of the roof. The doors were huge, made of redwood and nailed together with bolts of pure gold. Confidently Diamond marched into the castle. Inside was even more spectacular. Red carpets lined a newly polished floor, the walls were covered with portraits of people dating back before the Silver millennium.
"Good evening." Diamond said, entering the throne room and bowing at the same time.
"Diamond," The man on the throne nodded his head in welcome. "Andrew, what the devil happened to your lips?" Andrew opened his mouth to answer, but Diamond instinctively cut him off.
"That's what we are here to talk about in fact." Diamond answered, stepping closer towards the throne. "Actually, we were just curious." He said, not wanting to tell the full story.
"Yes" The Prince answered, "Curious about what?" He said, stepping off his throne made entirely of diamonds.
"Well," Diamond began, "we wanted to know about, about the legend." He stuttered. "The legend of the Guardian."
The prince's eyes changed colour. Their beautiful deep sapphire faded, and a bright yellow emerged. "Why do you wish to know?" He asked, watching the two men like a hawk. But both Diamond and Andrew were silent. "Well?" He repeated, stepping towards to the two of them. Andrew nudged Diamond with his elbow and took a step back.
"Andrew," Diamond started. "He went above, to hunt."
The Prince was getting impatient, "yes," He said, "there is nothing wrong with that. So what is the problem?"
"Well, sir," Diamond stared nervously at his feet, "he drank, up on the surface."
Immediately, all four of the walls in the throne room caught on fire. The floor below them disappeared, leaving the three of them to hover above a pit of burning lava.
"You know that that is forbidden!" He roared as a blazing fireball appeared in each hand. "We have rules!" He began, "they have their world, and we have ours." He snarled and started floating towards them. The portraits on the walls melted and disintegrated into the lava below. "What happened then?"
"Well," Diamond said, his voice shaking. "A girl fell from the sky. She, she had blonde hair. Blue, blue eyes."
Suddenly, the fire on the walls vanished and the Prince's eyes went blank.
"What is it?" Diamond asked, noticing the look on his face.
"She has come," He whispered softly and the floor returned to normal. Diamond and Andrew dropped back down to the solid ground. "The strongest of the five guardians, you awakened her."
"How?" Andrew asked, still cautious about the Prince's temper. "The legend." He said, staring out into space. "It was said that no blood shall be spilt in the world of the light." Then his eyes started to twinkle with hope. "I can't believe that she is the guardian." He was deep in though. "The blood must have summoned her here. That is why she has returned to me."
"Who?" Andrew asked, straitening up his clothes.
The Prince smiled, "Serena," He whispered.