Author: Cryla Moorin
Story: "Use it well"
Blurb: "What if the wolrd's savior, the moon bunny, finally had enough?"
Chapter 7
As we three traveled deeper into the realm of Shadows, our features adn clothes had begun to change. The disgusting clothes, my 'Mother'insisted on picking out for me, time and again, faded. They were replaced by my Guardian's robes, which were loose and light as if the material had been spun from the beams of a full moon. My accessories, much to happiness, are different from normal. That blasted crystal, the one which reminds me of a glittering albatross hung from a noose about my neck, sits in the middle of my jeweled belt. Baby is sheathed on my forearm. On my feet are leather half-boots, with half inch heels. I hate those High-heeled things I had to wear, so painful and debilitating. My golden hair is streaked with summer blue.
The youngest of our coven is wearing her Saturnalian regalia. Purple, black and silver are her chosen colors. She wears a flowy, purple mini-skirt, which has been slit up the left side. Her black, flowy Pirate's shirt and silver sash compliment her striking features perfectly. Her beauty still astounds me, after all these millenia. She has earned her place as the Guardian of Life. Those things have much to learn from her.
Kayle's only change is the addition of a cape, black as her anger. Her clothes are her Guardian's regalia. My sister loves being a pirate, make no mistake. It's more fun for her, this way. Twisted bitch that she is.
"Would you care to explain, Kayle, why you felt the need to bring the Sailor Brat here?"
The voice in the darkness, disembodied as it was, never frightened me, even when we fought against each other.
"Nice to see you too, Malachyne. I would have thought my sending you to Zoicyte would have made up for my lapse if killing him first."
I eyed him coldly, knowing full well, he was Kayle's Second in Command with me in absentia.
He barked out laughter. "So, it is true, what Kayle told me. You have changed."
"Only back into myself, Malachyne."
"I have missed you, Serena." He rose from his throne and hugged me.
Most of the Scouts assumed that Malachyne was evil, but Evil cannot learn to love. In the end, he had sopent his final breath calling out to his love, Zoicyte. The Gods thought it was a clear indicator. He was given a new life, With Zoicyte by his side. Now, he was the King of the Shadow World, also known as the Negaverse.
Naru, my devout friend, she ties in, as well. General Nephryte fell in love with her, a seeming mortal. She was never that. Short like me, she was a faery with anatural tendency towards healing. She and he are together still and have walked up to welcome us back.
"I knew you kept somethign from me. But I can see why you did. Good idea with your mother...very gourmet." She giggled.
Yes, we three had finally come home. Our work though is not over. Of the ten, four remain.
"One more chance, they have. Then they fall to me!" I stared at the mirror which showed the remaining girls.
Hotaru touched my hand. "It is time to paint them a picture."
Story: "Use it well"
Blurb: "What if the wolrd's savior, the moon bunny, finally had enough?"
Chapter 7
As we three traveled deeper into the realm of Shadows, our features adn clothes had begun to change. The disgusting clothes, my 'Mother'insisted on picking out for me, time and again, faded. They were replaced by my Guardian's robes, which were loose and light as if the material had been spun from the beams of a full moon. My accessories, much to happiness, are different from normal. That blasted crystal, the one which reminds me of a glittering albatross hung from a noose about my neck, sits in the middle of my jeweled belt. Baby is sheathed on my forearm. On my feet are leather half-boots, with half inch heels. I hate those High-heeled things I had to wear, so painful and debilitating. My golden hair is streaked with summer blue.
The youngest of our coven is wearing her Saturnalian regalia. Purple, black and silver are her chosen colors. She wears a flowy, purple mini-skirt, which has been slit up the left side. Her black, flowy Pirate's shirt and silver sash compliment her striking features perfectly. Her beauty still astounds me, after all these millenia. She has earned her place as the Guardian of Life. Those things have much to learn from her.
Kayle's only change is the addition of a cape, black as her anger. Her clothes are her Guardian's regalia. My sister loves being a pirate, make no mistake. It's more fun for her, this way. Twisted bitch that she is.
"Would you care to explain, Kayle, why you felt the need to bring the Sailor Brat here?"
The voice in the darkness, disembodied as it was, never frightened me, even when we fought against each other.
"Nice to see you too, Malachyne. I would have thought my sending you to Zoicyte would have made up for my lapse if killing him first."
I eyed him coldly, knowing full well, he was Kayle's Second in Command with me in absentia.
He barked out laughter. "So, it is true, what Kayle told me. You have changed."
"Only back into myself, Malachyne."
"I have missed you, Serena." He rose from his throne and hugged me.
Most of the Scouts assumed that Malachyne was evil, but Evil cannot learn to love. In the end, he had sopent his final breath calling out to his love, Zoicyte. The Gods thought it was a clear indicator. He was given a new life, With Zoicyte by his side. Now, he was the King of the Shadow World, also known as the Negaverse.
Naru, my devout friend, she ties in, as well. General Nephryte fell in love with her, a seeming mortal. She was never that. Short like me, she was a faery with anatural tendency towards healing. She and he are together still and have walked up to welcome us back.
"I knew you kept somethign from me. But I can see why you did. Good idea with your mother...very gourmet." She giggled.
Yes, we three had finally come home. Our work though is not over. Of the ten, four remain.
"One more chance, they have. Then they fall to me!" I stared at the mirror which showed the remaining girls.
Hotaru touched my hand. "It is time to paint them a picture."