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This story is a revised version of "Princess Serenity's Revenge" and will hopefully be much better. This is a fan fiction about Serenity/Usagi and Endymion/Mamoru.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is copyright (c) 1992 Naoko Takeuchi/Kodansha, TOEI Animation. English Language Adaptation copyright (c) 1995 DiC Entertainment.
The Beginning of Forever: Chapter 2
Charlyne
charlyne_o@hotmail.com
Chapter Rating: PG
Serenity was moping about the palace, as she had been for the past five days. Her shoulders drooped and a perpetual pout lay heavy on her lips.
"Serena, care to go on a ride with me?" Princess Mina of Venus asked, directing a beaming smile at her friend.
"No," Serenity mumbled, "I'd rather not."
Mina rolled her eyes. "You don't want to do anything anymore. All you do is drag your feet around the house."
Serenity shrugged her shoulders, uncaring. All she felt like doing was drag her feet around the house. What was life without her love? Mundane...boring...
It had been nearly a week since she had last seen Endymion and she had not received any correspondence from him. Hope was buried deep in her heart, but she feared that any letter he would have written had been intercepted.
Nothing seemed to interest her anymore. Not her friends, not entertainment, and not food. She woke up every morning thinking of her love and held his image close to her heart as she fell asleep each night. Throughout the day his face rose to her mind's eye and it was all she could do not to sit down and weep for her loss.
This day was no different from any other. The Sailor Senshi, princesses from other planets in the solar system, each tried valiantly to get her interested in something, to coax a smile from her lips. Yet nothing worked and she continued her day as she had every other, moping about the palace grounds.
As Serenity continued down the long corridor, the image of her love floated before her mind's eye. His strong chin, aquiline nose, boyish smile, deep blue eyes that seemed to go on forever, and hair as black as night. Her eyes took on a familiar, far away look.
"Hey, Serena!"
The shout shook the princess from her reverie and she blinked. The exotic face of the fiery princess of Mars came into focus. Raye had the kind of dark, mysterious beauty that women wished for but could never quite achieve. At that moment, Raye's violet eyes were sparkling with merriment.
"Hello," Serenity responded. Her voice was flat, missing its usual zest.
Raye frowned. Since the Queen had betrothed her daughter to Prince Seiya and forbidden the young princess from seeing the Prince of the Earth, Serenity had turned quiet and withdrawn. It was unnerving to see the once vivacious teen so depressed. Even the crescent moon on her forehead--the symbol of moon royalty--seemed to have dimmed.
"We're having a bonfire tonight. Scary stories, roasted sweets, the whole bit. You're coming, right?"
Serenity shook her head, silvery hair swaying. "No, thank you. I'd rather not."
"I'd rather not" was beginning to be a famous phrase around the palace. It was the only excuse the princess would give and she never elaborated. It was quickly becoming apparent that the only thing the princess would rather do was mope.
Raye sighed in acute frustration. "You're missing out," she said, trying one last time to interest her friend.
Serenity shrugged and then bid her friend good day. She continued down the hall once again, her thoughts taking her to a place without heartache or loss. As she passed the inner garden, she caught a flash of white in the corner of her vision. Curious, she stepped within the chamber and searched for what she had seen.
Under a blood-red rose lay an envelope, simply addressed to "Serenity." The princess picked it up, a frown marring her smooth brow. Who could have left a note here and why? she wondered.
The script was bold and masculine, showing that a heavy hand had written the letters. It seemed vaguely familiar to her and she wondered why. Then, with a shrug, she opened the letter and read its contents.
My Love,
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I am sorry that I could not send this letter sooner, and I will come to the Palace on the fifth and will meet you I shall see you then, my princess. |
Love Always,
Serenity held back a gasp of surprise and clutched the letter to her breast. Endymion had finally responded to her! Closing her eyes, Serenity said a quiet prayer to the Goddess. He hadn't forgotten about her!
A dreamy smile playing upon her lips, Serenity walked back in through the glass-paned garden door. Her eyes held a dazed, far-away look as she wandered down the long halls of the palace. Thoughts about her Prince floated through her mind. He had no idea what she had planned and she could hardly wait to see his reaction.
An impish grin transformed her dazed look and she hurried up a curving marble staircase. She lifted her skirts almost to her knees so that she wouldn't trip on them, giving any who passed a fair look at her ankles.
"Scandalous," Serenity giggled softly. Yet, if her plan went through, she would be feeding the gossip mongers a feast the likes of they had never seen nor imagined.
"Princess!"
The gasp came from behind her and Serenity immediately skidded to a halt.
"Yes?" she asked, her tone haughty.
Luna padded out from a doorway and gave her a look of reprimand. "Where are you rushing off to, young lady?"
"My room." The answer was given in a sullen voice.
"You've become a hermit. Must you spend all of your time indoors?"
Serenity shrugged. Her face held a look of rebellion many a parent had seen and dreaded. Although usually harmless, it was perhaps her family's greatest mistake to underestimate her.
The princess of the Moon had inherited the streak of wildness and impulsiveness that her mother had been able to subdue. The younger Serenity, however, embraced these sometimes irrational thoughts and took action.
This tendency, without a doubt, was what caused the young Princess Serenity to decide to act upon the plan she had devised. This plan proposed a fall from grace that was so steep and perilous, none except the most foolish of persons would contemplate it...and who is more foolish than a teenager in love?
