The Eye of the Moon
A Sailor Moon/Wheel of Time crossover
Chapter 2
By Rocker Starlight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Wheel of Time was created by Robert Jordan
Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi
Important Note ~ To simplify the language problems, Common in Wheel is being assumed to be English, since some of the scouts know more then others of that language.
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Artimes stared at the destruction before him. Rubble was scatered everywhere, the street had been ripped open, a good part of the Cherry Hill shrine had appairently been blown away, and a car had been smashed beyond repair. But most importantly, he hadn't heard from Luna or the senshi since it happened.
Why did they have to die? Why wasn't he there when it happened? Who would do something like this? He had gotten seperated from Mina on their way to get Setsuna, cut off by a guy on a motorcycle. Could he had done something to prevent it? What if he had been faster? What if he tried in someway to make sure nothing like this would've happened?
Tears streamed down his face. The two most important people in his life, Luna and Minako, were missing, maybe even dead. And he wasn't even there when it happened. He didn't even get to say goodbye to them.
He bit back his tears. Now wasn't the time. Central Command had to be informed of what happened. He had a report to file. A final report.
Everything was gone. The Senshi, Minako, Luna. He had nothing left, and so, perhaps it was time for him to leave as well. Time for him to disapper. Nobody would notice one more cat in the alleyways, slinking in the shadows.
As he began to walk away, he passed a news crew doing a report from what scrapes of evidence they could gather. ". although authorities have yet to release any information on the bombing, several eye witnessess report that the Sailor Senshi were seen fighting a monster sortly after the bomb went off.
The Senshi themselves were unavailable for comment. At this moment, we have only three suspected dead. Mamoru Chibi, who was seen by witnesses sortly before the second explotion, Rei Hino, the priestess who was training at the shrine, and Setsuna Meiou, who was also seen before the second blast. No bodies have been found yet, but the possiblity of inceneration has not been ruled out. Recaping our current story, what appears to have two bombs have detonated at the Cherry Hill Shrine."
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Minako found herself being flung through infinate nothingness. She turned to the right and left to find something to identify with and only found inky darkness. Where ever she was, it was cold. Not cold like a winters day, but a numbness that filled her entire being.
She tried to take a deep breath, but there was no air. Panic gripped her mind. She wasn't breathing, which must have meant that she was either dead or dying. She flailed her arms in hopes of catching something solid, her hands continuedly closed on nothingness. She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth.
Then, the distinct feeling of being pulled by something. She tried to resist it, but with nothing to support her, all her attempts were in vain. It was then that Minako became aware of a pinprick of light in the distance. The light became brighter and larger until it engulfed her entire body, forcing her to shield her eyes from the glare. When she opened her eyes again, she was once again on the ground. She opened her mouth, a sweet, cool air rushed in, filling her lungs.
Stumbling to her feet, Minako surveyed her surroundings. She in a large city, all the buildings built in a design she would generally associate with the Mid-East. Moving her attention from the buildings down to the street, what she saw nearly caused her to black out again. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Some of them were dressed in suites of armor that resembled a bug, others in light platemail and conical helmats, still despretly clinging to pikes. But what horrified her the most was that the majority of dead didn't look like soliders at all. Little children lay among the cold arms of their parents. Lovers were still holding each other's hand. Elders wore espressions of pure terror.
She turned away and stumbled over a corpse. When she looked up again, she saw a large hole, much like crater, surrounded by burning human remain. The stench of burnt human flesh mixed with the coppery smell of freshly spilt blood.
Minako stumbled over to a wall and began to puke. "What kind of evil could cause this?" She cried to no one in particular. "No human could conciously do this and live with themselves!" Her words echoed down the carrion filled street.
She sat there for unknown amount of time, until the silence was broken a muffled scream from beneth a pile of rubble. "Could anybody under the bloody light help me?!"
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In Mat Cauthon's mind, something was wrong. Very wrong. He was alive. He was under a pile of bricks, and yet he was alive. In his mind, people didn't get buried under a pile of bricks and survive.
Silently, he began to review the facts in hopes of finding an answer. Last her remembered, he was in Ebou Dar helping Nynaeve and Elayne search for the Bowl of the Wind. They had found it and were planning to move it to a farm outside of town. He had lost track of Olver and so told them that they would catch up. While he had been looking, the Seanchan had attacked. They had brought damane who, once they were brought inside the city, had started destroying stuff with the power. Then a wall fell on him.
It was that part that confused him. From his point of view, people normally died when a wall falls on them. He mulled this over in his mind for a few moments, then began to laugh. Nynaeve was right. He was a woolhead. He had forgotten that normallity had held no sway over his life since that winternight two years ago.
With the idea that it was alright for him to be alive firmly in his head, Mat began to consider his situation. It appeared that the only reason he was still alive was because the bricks, which all hung about half a foot from his body, had locked into place by using each other as susports. It was a rather complex concept of artitecture that would require a one in a million chance to happen if it wasn't manmade.
Mat didn't care whose memory that had come from, all he cared about was the fact that any attempt he made to move even one of the bricks would cause the entire structure to come down on his head. This meant he needed someone from the outside to help him. "With my luck, it will probably be the Daughter of the Nine Moons." He grumbled to himself. Taken a deep breath, he began to scream. "Help! Is anyone out there?! Can anyone help me?!"
No response.
"Anyone?!"
Nothing.
"Help!"
Nadda.
"Please help!"
Now it was getting anoying.
"Could anybody under the bloody light help me?!"
"Hold on! I'm coming!"
Mat began to praise his lucky star that someone heard him. Soon, he could hear the sound of somebody moving the bricks outside. The darkness finally gave way to light and Mat saw his savior, who was argueably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She extended her hand and helped him up.
"Are you alright, sir?" Mat smiled to her and began to brush to dust off his cloths. "Just a little ruffed up, thank you. Where are my manners." He bowed to her and kissed her hand. "My name is Matrim Cauthon. And you might be." The girl smiled back and gave a slight bow. "Minako Aino. It's nice to meet you." It was at that moment that the dice started to roll around in his head.
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Nynaeve Mandragoran, former Wisdom of Edmon's Field, Aes Sedi of the Yellow Ajah, and wife to the uncrowned king of Malkieri, was quite mad at the moment. Which was to say that she was in her normal state of mind. "Burn you, Mat Cauthon, how could even you raise such a disobidient child."
She searched the yard with her eyes. "Olver, get out here right now! It's time for your lessions!"
Olver ran by, laughing with joy. "You have to catch me first."
Nynaeve gave a loud humph. They had found the child at the palace, looking for Mat. No doubt that woolhead left the boy behind to chase after a barmaid. Since then, everybody had taken it apon themselves to raise the boy, with varying degrees of success. Even Aveindha had tried to play a part in Olver's upbringing, even though he hated her. Or maybe because of it. She would never understand the Aiel code of honor, ji'e'toh, as long as she lived.
Turning her attention back to the boy, decided to try to be diplomatic. "Olver, if you come and take your lessions, I promise they'll be interesting this time." She didn't expect his response. "I'd rather make love to a trolloc!" That was the last straw. Openning herself to the source, Nynaeve channeled a combined weave of water, air, and spirit, mixed with some fire, into the boy, giving him the sensation of being stung in the hindquarters by 50 black wasps. "Ouch! Blood and bloodly ashes!" Olver ran out of his hiding place. Nynaeve then grabbed him in a thick weave of air. Pulling him close to her face, she gave him her sweetist smile. "Oh dear, it seems you've gotten yourself all dirty. You simply must have a bath." Despite Olver's protests, Nynaeve dragged him over to the bathhouse.
She openned the door to find a young girl, slightly younger then Mat, unconcious in the washbasen. She was wearing a short pink dress, pink boots with ridiculous heels, and a rather tight top decorated with a large pink ribbon. Her hair was pink, and put up in two odd buns that resembled rabbit ears. But the strangest thing about her was that she was channeling even though she was unconcious.
Nynaeve dropped Olver in her shock. "Oh merciful light."
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Chibi-Usa slowly openned her eyes. She was lying in a bed, where a nightgown of unfamiliar cut. Looking around, she saw a women sitting in the corner, reading a book. She was wearing a loose blouse and baggy, yellow trousers. Her hair was done up in an elaborate braid that hung all the way down to her waist. Next to her lay a bow and quiver full of arrows. The women looked up, smiled, and began to talk in english. "It is about time you woke up. Nynaeve has been jumpy as a bobcat, worried you might have something she couldn't heal." Chibi-Usa didn't have the slightest idea what the women was talking about, but at lest she spoke a language that she spoke herself. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Princess Usagi the 10th of Crystal Tokyo and I would be very graitful if you told me what was going on here."
The women gave her a warm smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you princess. My name is Birgitt. I'm afraid none of us here really understand what's going on, and that's got the Aes Sedi up in arms." Birgitt gave a mock bow. "We could discuss this over breakfest, if thy majesty would permit it."
Chibi-Usa want to set the imputent women in her place, but the offer of breakfest quelled any other emotions she had. She practicly lept out of bed, tripping on the sheats in the process, causing the Birgitt to laugh out loud. Not a good first impression.
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Minako looked at her traveling companion. Mat, once they had gotten past the introductions, had proven to be a very down to earth and very rude. When they had gotten to what to do about her friends, Mat's first reaction was that they should get out of the city first, telling her that there was a good chance that the Seanchan had already killed them or made them slaves. It was at this point Minako found out Mat also had a soft spot for women, because all she had to do was ask him in her most sweet/suductive voice and he stalked away mumbling about "fool women" and "pretty ankles", then returned in five minutes saying he would do it.
As they walked down the deserted street, Mat kept nervously glancing behind them, as if the enemy was coming up at that very moment. Minako decided to break the silence. "So who are these 'seanchan'?" Mat kicked a hand out of his way, causing Minako to grimace. "As far as I can tell, they come from the other side of the Aryth Ocean and live in a strictly military society. Their all mad if you ask me." He shifted his hold on his spear. "The only reason for this invasion is that they claim to be the decendents of Artur Hawkwing's armies and think that the entire continant is their birthright.
Minako was still a bit confused. "Who was Artur Hawkwing?" Mat gave her a sidelong glance. "You don't know?! He was." Mat paused, as if recalling some old memory. "He was the king of the country of Tar Valon, who ruled most of the known world until he was defeated by Couladin Taim during the War of Power. Surely you heard the tales." Minako nearly yelped. Whoever this Hawkwing guy was, it seemed that everyone had heard about him. The last thing she wanted was to look suspicious, so she decided to lie. "Oh yeah! Him! I heard about him once or twice, but I never really believed the tales." She gave a nervious laugh.
Mat just smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, I never really believed in them, either." Before Minako could blink, Mat wiped around, tripped her with his spear, and had a dagger up to her neck. "I never really believed those tales because they're not true! Tar Valon is a city, not a country, Couladin was really an Aiel who started the second Aiel War, he never had the last name Taim, The War of Power ended hundreds of years before Hawkwing was born, and Artur Hawkwing never, ever, ruled Tar Valon!" He pressed the dagger closer to her skin. "So the real question is 'Who are you'." Minako gulped. "I told you the truth! Please, believe me!" Mat pressed the blade even closer. "Then where are from and why don't you know about one of the most famous men in history?" Minako started to speak, but was cut off by the sound of clanking armor and marching men.
Mat's face went pale. "Blood and bloody ashes!" He wraped his arm around her neck and forced her to her feet. Dragging her over to one of the buildings, he kicked in a shop's door, and flung her in. Once inside he motioned her to the floor with his dagger, then laid down himself, putting his hand with the dagger on the back of her neck. "Don't make a sound.'
The sound of marching passed by the abandon shop, sometimes broken by the grunt of a large animal.
Finally, the sound subsided and Mat let her get back up. Minako found the courage to speak again. "W-Where those the Seanchan?" Mat just nodded. Suddenly, Minako heard a third voice. "Drop the dagger." Mat's hand moved away from her neck and his dagger clattered on the floor. "The spear too. Kick them over there." There was the sound of more metal hitting the floor, then a faint hissing sound as they slide across the surface. "Uhh.you can turn around, Mina-chan." Minako slowly turned and saw Michiru and Haruka, the latter with a knife against Mat's back. Michiru smiled at her. "Long time, no see, ne?"
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Demandred grimaced. This was not susposed to happen. The Senshi could seriously inhibit his plan. Worst of all, he had lost Saturn. He sighed. Looking for Saturn would be difficult, but his more pressing problem was what to do with the Senshi. They were valuable assets, but too uncontrolable. He took a deep sip from his cognac. "It seems I have no choice but to follow your course of action." He said, turning to the man across from him. "Perhaps I could even kill several birds with the stone."
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Child Nero carefully closed the door the Eamon Valda's study behind him. The current Lord Captain Commander was stooped over his desk writing on a parchment.
Nero swallowed hard, then spoke. "You called for me, sir?" Valda turned towards him, giving him a smile only the truly mad could give. "Ah, yes, yes. Come. I called you to deliver this," He indicated the parchment."but I also give you the priviledge of being witness to history. Tell me, Child Nero, who is it you think that is invading Amadicia?" Nero felt ready to spoil himself. "Everyone knows that it's an army of darkfiends, sir."
Valda face was still locked in that grim smile. "Exactly! And what is the purpose of the Children of the White?" Nero was a bit confused. Everyone knew what the answer to that was. "To seek out and destroy all those on the side of the Dark One. To kill Darkfiends."
Valda looked on the verge of laughing. "And soon, that purpose will be fulfilled!" He waved the parchment infront of Nero's face. "I have here an order to rally the Children for an assult on these Seanchan, these followers of the Dark!" Nero was shocked. "Sir! We hardly have the men or the resources here to." Valda cut him off. "Ahh, such a young and limited mind. I don't mean just the Children here. I am talking about all the Children in the World! From the Borderlands to the Fingers of the Dragon! From the Aryth Ocean to the Dragon Wall! The greastest army since the days of Artur Hawkwing! An army to change the course of history! Now, watch as destiny is fullfiled." With that, Valda reached over a picked up a large candle with a golden wax. He held it over the bottom of the paper, letting the wax drip down, forming a large, golden blob at the bottom of the paper. Then, while the wax was still warm, he pressed a stamp into it, leaving the seal of the Children of the Light.
Valda then practically shoved it into Nero's arms. "Quickly, deliver this to the buerocrates. All glory to the Light!" Nero nuckled his forehead. "All glory to the Light!"
With that, he took off down the hall, followed by Valda's insane laughter.
------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, that makes everything rather depressing, doesn't it?
E-mail:RockerStarlight@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Wheel of Time was created by Robert Jordan
Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi
Important Note ~ To simplify the language problems, Common in Wheel is being assumed to be English, since some of the scouts know more then others of that language.
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Artimes stared at the destruction before him. Rubble was scatered everywhere, the street had been ripped open, a good part of the Cherry Hill shrine had appairently been blown away, and a car had been smashed beyond repair. But most importantly, he hadn't heard from Luna or the senshi since it happened.
Why did they have to die? Why wasn't he there when it happened? Who would do something like this? He had gotten seperated from Mina on their way to get Setsuna, cut off by a guy on a motorcycle. Could he had done something to prevent it? What if he had been faster? What if he tried in someway to make sure nothing like this would've happened?
Tears streamed down his face. The two most important people in his life, Luna and Minako, were missing, maybe even dead. And he wasn't even there when it happened. He didn't even get to say goodbye to them.
He bit back his tears. Now wasn't the time. Central Command had to be informed of what happened. He had a report to file. A final report.
Everything was gone. The Senshi, Minako, Luna. He had nothing left, and so, perhaps it was time for him to leave as well. Time for him to disapper. Nobody would notice one more cat in the alleyways, slinking in the shadows.
As he began to walk away, he passed a news crew doing a report from what scrapes of evidence they could gather. ". although authorities have yet to release any information on the bombing, several eye witnessess report that the Sailor Senshi were seen fighting a monster sortly after the bomb went off.
The Senshi themselves were unavailable for comment. At this moment, we have only three suspected dead. Mamoru Chibi, who was seen by witnesses sortly before the second explotion, Rei Hino, the priestess who was training at the shrine, and Setsuna Meiou, who was also seen before the second blast. No bodies have been found yet, but the possiblity of inceneration has not been ruled out. Recaping our current story, what appears to have two bombs have detonated at the Cherry Hill Shrine."
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Minako found herself being flung through infinate nothingness. She turned to the right and left to find something to identify with and only found inky darkness. Where ever she was, it was cold. Not cold like a winters day, but a numbness that filled her entire being.
She tried to take a deep breath, but there was no air. Panic gripped her mind. She wasn't breathing, which must have meant that she was either dead or dying. She flailed her arms in hopes of catching something solid, her hands continuedly closed on nothingness. She tried to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth.
Then, the distinct feeling of being pulled by something. She tried to resist it, but with nothing to support her, all her attempts were in vain. It was then that Minako became aware of a pinprick of light in the distance. The light became brighter and larger until it engulfed her entire body, forcing her to shield her eyes from the glare. When she opened her eyes again, she was once again on the ground. She opened her mouth, a sweet, cool air rushed in, filling her lungs.
Stumbling to her feet, Minako surveyed her surroundings. She in a large city, all the buildings built in a design she would generally associate with the Mid-East. Moving her attention from the buildings down to the street, what she saw nearly caused her to black out again. Dead bodies lay everywhere. Some of them were dressed in suites of armor that resembled a bug, others in light platemail and conical helmats, still despretly clinging to pikes. But what horrified her the most was that the majority of dead didn't look like soliders at all. Little children lay among the cold arms of their parents. Lovers were still holding each other's hand. Elders wore espressions of pure terror.
She turned away and stumbled over a corpse. When she looked up again, she saw a large hole, much like crater, surrounded by burning human remain. The stench of burnt human flesh mixed with the coppery smell of freshly spilt blood.
Minako stumbled over to a wall and began to puke. "What kind of evil could cause this?" She cried to no one in particular. "No human could conciously do this and live with themselves!" Her words echoed down the carrion filled street.
She sat there for unknown amount of time, until the silence was broken a muffled scream from beneth a pile of rubble. "Could anybody under the bloody light help me?!"
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In Mat Cauthon's mind, something was wrong. Very wrong. He was alive. He was under a pile of bricks, and yet he was alive. In his mind, people didn't get buried under a pile of bricks and survive.
Silently, he began to review the facts in hopes of finding an answer. Last her remembered, he was in Ebou Dar helping Nynaeve and Elayne search for the Bowl of the Wind. They had found it and were planning to move it to a farm outside of town. He had lost track of Olver and so told them that they would catch up. While he had been looking, the Seanchan had attacked. They had brought damane who, once they were brought inside the city, had started destroying stuff with the power. Then a wall fell on him.
It was that part that confused him. From his point of view, people normally died when a wall falls on them. He mulled this over in his mind for a few moments, then began to laugh. Nynaeve was right. He was a woolhead. He had forgotten that normallity had held no sway over his life since that winternight two years ago.
With the idea that it was alright for him to be alive firmly in his head, Mat began to consider his situation. It appeared that the only reason he was still alive was because the bricks, which all hung about half a foot from his body, had locked into place by using each other as susports. It was a rather complex concept of artitecture that would require a one in a million chance to happen if it wasn't manmade.
Mat didn't care whose memory that had come from, all he cared about was the fact that any attempt he made to move even one of the bricks would cause the entire structure to come down on his head. This meant he needed someone from the outside to help him. "With my luck, it will probably be the Daughter of the Nine Moons." He grumbled to himself. Taken a deep breath, he began to scream. "Help! Is anyone out there?! Can anyone help me?!"
No response.
"Anyone?!"
Nothing.
"Help!"
Nadda.
"Please help!"
Now it was getting anoying.
"Could anybody under the bloody light help me?!"
"Hold on! I'm coming!"
Mat began to praise his lucky star that someone heard him. Soon, he could hear the sound of somebody moving the bricks outside. The darkness finally gave way to light and Mat saw his savior, who was argueably the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She extended her hand and helped him up.
"Are you alright, sir?" Mat smiled to her and began to brush to dust off his cloths. "Just a little ruffed up, thank you. Where are my manners." He bowed to her and kissed her hand. "My name is Matrim Cauthon. And you might be." The girl smiled back and gave a slight bow. "Minako Aino. It's nice to meet you." It was at that moment that the dice started to roll around in his head.
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Nynaeve Mandragoran, former Wisdom of Edmon's Field, Aes Sedi of the Yellow Ajah, and wife to the uncrowned king of Malkieri, was quite mad at the moment. Which was to say that she was in her normal state of mind. "Burn you, Mat Cauthon, how could even you raise such a disobidient child."
She searched the yard with her eyes. "Olver, get out here right now! It's time for your lessions!"
Olver ran by, laughing with joy. "You have to catch me first."
Nynaeve gave a loud humph. They had found the child at the palace, looking for Mat. No doubt that woolhead left the boy behind to chase after a barmaid. Since then, everybody had taken it apon themselves to raise the boy, with varying degrees of success. Even Aveindha had tried to play a part in Olver's upbringing, even though he hated her. Or maybe because of it. She would never understand the Aiel code of honor, ji'e'toh, as long as she lived.
Turning her attention back to the boy, decided to try to be diplomatic. "Olver, if you come and take your lessions, I promise they'll be interesting this time." She didn't expect his response. "I'd rather make love to a trolloc!" That was the last straw. Openning herself to the source, Nynaeve channeled a combined weave of water, air, and spirit, mixed with some fire, into the boy, giving him the sensation of being stung in the hindquarters by 50 black wasps. "Ouch! Blood and bloodly ashes!" Olver ran out of his hiding place. Nynaeve then grabbed him in a thick weave of air. Pulling him close to her face, she gave him her sweetist smile. "Oh dear, it seems you've gotten yourself all dirty. You simply must have a bath." Despite Olver's protests, Nynaeve dragged him over to the bathhouse.
She openned the door to find a young girl, slightly younger then Mat, unconcious in the washbasen. She was wearing a short pink dress, pink boots with ridiculous heels, and a rather tight top decorated with a large pink ribbon. Her hair was pink, and put up in two odd buns that resembled rabbit ears. But the strangest thing about her was that she was channeling even though she was unconcious.
Nynaeve dropped Olver in her shock. "Oh merciful light."
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Chibi-Usa slowly openned her eyes. She was lying in a bed, where a nightgown of unfamiliar cut. Looking around, she saw a women sitting in the corner, reading a book. She was wearing a loose blouse and baggy, yellow trousers. Her hair was done up in an elaborate braid that hung all the way down to her waist. Next to her lay a bow and quiver full of arrows. The women looked up, smiled, and began to talk in english. "It is about time you woke up. Nynaeve has been jumpy as a bobcat, worried you might have something she couldn't heal." Chibi-Usa didn't have the slightest idea what the women was talking about, but at lest she spoke a language that she spoke herself. "I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about. I'm Princess Usagi the 10th of Crystal Tokyo and I would be very graitful if you told me what was going on here."
The women gave her a warm smile. "It is a pleasure to meet you princess. My name is Birgitt. I'm afraid none of us here really understand what's going on, and that's got the Aes Sedi up in arms." Birgitt gave a mock bow. "We could discuss this over breakfest, if thy majesty would permit it."
Chibi-Usa want to set the imputent women in her place, but the offer of breakfest quelled any other emotions she had. She practicly lept out of bed, tripping on the sheats in the process, causing the Birgitt to laugh out loud. Not a good first impression.
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Minako looked at her traveling companion. Mat, once they had gotten past the introductions, had proven to be a very down to earth and very rude. When they had gotten to what to do about her friends, Mat's first reaction was that they should get out of the city first, telling her that there was a good chance that the Seanchan had already killed them or made them slaves. It was at this point Minako found out Mat also had a soft spot for women, because all she had to do was ask him in her most sweet/suductive voice and he stalked away mumbling about "fool women" and "pretty ankles", then returned in five minutes saying he would do it.
As they walked down the deserted street, Mat kept nervously glancing behind them, as if the enemy was coming up at that very moment. Minako decided to break the silence. "So who are these 'seanchan'?" Mat kicked a hand out of his way, causing Minako to grimace. "As far as I can tell, they come from the other side of the Aryth Ocean and live in a strictly military society. Their all mad if you ask me." He shifted his hold on his spear. "The only reason for this invasion is that they claim to be the decendents of Artur Hawkwing's armies and think that the entire continant is their birthright.
Minako was still a bit confused. "Who was Artur Hawkwing?" Mat gave her a sidelong glance. "You don't know?! He was." Mat paused, as if recalling some old memory. "He was the king of the country of Tar Valon, who ruled most of the known world until he was defeated by Couladin Taim during the War of Power. Surely you heard the tales." Minako nearly yelped. Whoever this Hawkwing guy was, it seemed that everyone had heard about him. The last thing she wanted was to look suspicious, so she decided to lie. "Oh yeah! Him! I heard about him once or twice, but I never really believed the tales." She gave a nervious laugh.
Mat just smiled and nodded his head. "Yeah, I never really believed in them, either." Before Minako could blink, Mat wiped around, tripped her with his spear, and had a dagger up to her neck. "I never really believed those tales because they're not true! Tar Valon is a city, not a country, Couladin was really an Aiel who started the second Aiel War, he never had the last name Taim, The War of Power ended hundreds of years before Hawkwing was born, and Artur Hawkwing never, ever, ruled Tar Valon!" He pressed the dagger closer to her skin. "So the real question is 'Who are you'." Minako gulped. "I told you the truth! Please, believe me!" Mat pressed the blade even closer. "Then where are from and why don't you know about one of the most famous men in history?" Minako started to speak, but was cut off by the sound of clanking armor and marching men.
Mat's face went pale. "Blood and bloody ashes!" He wraped his arm around her neck and forced her to her feet. Dragging her over to one of the buildings, he kicked in a shop's door, and flung her in. Once inside he motioned her to the floor with his dagger, then laid down himself, putting his hand with the dagger on the back of her neck. "Don't make a sound.'
The sound of marching passed by the abandon shop, sometimes broken by the grunt of a large animal.
Finally, the sound subsided and Mat let her get back up. Minako found the courage to speak again. "W-Where those the Seanchan?" Mat just nodded. Suddenly, Minako heard a third voice. "Drop the dagger." Mat's hand moved away from her neck and his dagger clattered on the floor. "The spear too. Kick them over there." There was the sound of more metal hitting the floor, then a faint hissing sound as they slide across the surface. "Uhh.you can turn around, Mina-chan." Minako slowly turned and saw Michiru and Haruka, the latter with a knife against Mat's back. Michiru smiled at her. "Long time, no see, ne?"
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Demandred grimaced. This was not susposed to happen. The Senshi could seriously inhibit his plan. Worst of all, he had lost Saturn. He sighed. Looking for Saturn would be difficult, but his more pressing problem was what to do with the Senshi. They were valuable assets, but too uncontrolable. He took a deep sip from his cognac. "It seems I have no choice but to follow your course of action." He said, turning to the man across from him. "Perhaps I could even kill several birds with the stone."
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Child Nero carefully closed the door the Eamon Valda's study behind him. The current Lord Captain Commander was stooped over his desk writing on a parchment.
Nero swallowed hard, then spoke. "You called for me, sir?" Valda turned towards him, giving him a smile only the truly mad could give. "Ah, yes, yes. Come. I called you to deliver this," He indicated the parchment."but I also give you the priviledge of being witness to history. Tell me, Child Nero, who is it you think that is invading Amadicia?" Nero felt ready to spoil himself. "Everyone knows that it's an army of darkfiends, sir."
Valda face was still locked in that grim smile. "Exactly! And what is the purpose of the Children of the White?" Nero was a bit confused. Everyone knew what the answer to that was. "To seek out and destroy all those on the side of the Dark One. To kill Darkfiends."
Valda looked on the verge of laughing. "And soon, that purpose will be fulfilled!" He waved the parchment infront of Nero's face. "I have here an order to rally the Children for an assult on these Seanchan, these followers of the Dark!" Nero was shocked. "Sir! We hardly have the men or the resources here to." Valda cut him off. "Ahh, such a young and limited mind. I don't mean just the Children here. I am talking about all the Children in the World! From the Borderlands to the Fingers of the Dragon! From the Aryth Ocean to the Dragon Wall! The greastest army since the days of Artur Hawkwing! An army to change the course of history! Now, watch as destiny is fullfiled." With that, Valda reached over a picked up a large candle with a golden wax. He held it over the bottom of the paper, letting the wax drip down, forming a large, golden blob at the bottom of the paper. Then, while the wax was still warm, he pressed a stamp into it, leaving the seal of the Children of the Light.
Valda then practically shoved it into Nero's arms. "Quickly, deliver this to the buerocrates. All glory to the Light!" Nero nuckled his forehead. "All glory to the Light!"
With that, he took off down the hall, followed by Valda's insane laughter.
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