Dream of Reality
Chapter Five
by Makura Koneko
Toirhart Estates, 1504
Elizabeth watched her betrothed with a loving air. They sat at the table in the main room of her father's small house, waiting for their parents to finish signing the betrothal papers in her father's study. Once that was done they would come out, where she and her fiancé – Alexander of Toirhart- would sign the contract, and he would give Elizabeth, a blonde haired, cornflower eyed beauty an amber pendant as a symbolic way of showing he would always provide for her.
He was so patient, she thought, watching him calmly run a hand through his hair. She, on the other hand, was murdering the ribbons that fell forward out of her hair to spill into her lap among the locks of radiant gold. Normally, she was clad in a simple cotton working dress. But today, she was dressed in a radiant cream colored gown, embroidered with doves, made from fabric and ribbon Lady Toirhart had deemed too pale a shade for herself and had given Elizabeth as a gift. Unadorned, her face unmarked by cosmetics, she was by far lovelier than any noblewoman Alexander had ever seen, as he was constantly telling her, and she supposed he had seen plenty in his traveling days as the son of a wealthy merchant.
Elizabeth was the youngest daughter of the steward of the Lord of Toirhart, thus they had a pleasant sized cottage near the heart of Lord Toirhart estates.
"It is lucky for me," Alexander often said with a smile. "That Lord Toirhart's son has nothing but a friendly interest in my beautiful girl. But I suppose, having grown up together you two feel nothing more than sibling-esq love. Lucky, indeed, else I know I never would have stood a chance."
She would always reply by telling him she would have gone off and married him anyways, even if her father had chosen Darius, Toirhart's son, over her.
Thinking of potentially loosing her fiancé made Elizabeth remember a particular occurrence in her life as of late, and she frowned. Her frown deepened as she saw Alexander absently, as she watched, stick his finger in his mouth, drawing it out coated in saliva and pass that finger back and forth through the tall flame of the tapered beeswax candle on the table.
"Don't do that." Elizabeth reached out and caught his wrist, keeping it from making another pass.
Alexander looked at his golden haired betrothed with confusion, then the confusion cleared to understanding, and he nodded and turned their hands over so he could lay a gentle kiss on her palm.
"I'm sorry," she said. "It's just… You, and fire…" she said. Her smile faltered, as did his words when that image, that memory flashed up in his mind…
"It's alright," he told her, understanding and patience and love threaded in each syllable. His voice was soft- he knew she was remembering the incident two years before, when she had lost her first beloved to a forest fire.
She was saved from further painful memories by the entrance of their parents and Lord Toirhart, his son Darius, and a young village woman Elizabeth was on friendly terms with. No one else had been available to sign the witness contract. Even then, the woman –Seraphina- had signed in her father's name, as women were not encouraged to be witnesses in any legal affair.
"It is done," the Steward of Toirhart announced, smiling at his youngest as the blonde beauty flung herself up from her chair and into her fathers arms, laughing gaily. Alexander stood just in time to catch the enthusiastic woman as she dived into his arms. She pulled away just as quickly, standing straight and smoothing her hair.
"Well?" She asked, grinning. "Come on, let us make it official, beloved of mine!"
Alexander, returning her grin –how he loved her spirit!- he pulled a small package from his pocket, wrapped in a square of delicate silk –a scrap from his mother's wedding gown. He unwrapped it, and on the silk, laying in his palm, lay a teardrop amber pendant on a delicate golden chain. He lifted it from his hands, and clasped it around her neck, drawing her into his embrace. She had tears in her eyes as she flung her arms around him…
She never saw the long gauzy sleeve of her gown fly out over the table…
Flutter tantalizingly close to the candle flame…
Seraphina's eyes widened as she gasped- only she saw the flame leap from the candlewick the scant inch between itself and Elizabeth's sleeve to engulf the highly flammable fabric, scorching up her arm to catch her golden hair. Elizabeth screamed, Darius ran to a vase filled with flowers, dumped out the flowers, and run back to douse it over Elizabeth's head and arm.
But it was too late, Seraphina and the adults saw as the flames had already caught the rest of the gown and the table. Lord Toirhart ran, shouting he would sound the fire alarm. Alexander had Elizabeth down on the floor, rolling her around.
"Stop that, you idiot, not on the wood!" Seraphina snapped over the screams, yanking them both up and running for the door. Out they flew, and she cast Elizabeth to the dirt, herself after her, rolling them both around in the dirt til the flames were out. As soon as they fires were snuffed, Alexander and Seraphina hauled each other up and away from the house as the peasants of the nearest village arrived with buckets, pouring in through the gates of Toirhart Keep, forming a line from the cottage to the nearest wells and water troughs.
Looking over their shoulders as they collapsed by the aforementioned well, Seraphina's eyes were grim- the house was engulfed in flames. The fire must have found a few lamps or more fabric to have spread so quickly. The wood of the cottage, old and dry, burnt quickly and almost smokelessly.
Seraphina looked down at Elizabeth and the burnt remains of her gown and hair to assess the damage to the bride. The left side of her face was blackened, but would heal without scaring if properly cared for. Her hand and arm was another matter, but at least that could be easily concealed. It was the girl's heart Seraphina was suddenly worried for as she took in the way the girl refused all comfort from both her betrothed and the friends and family that rushed to her side. As if she were afraid of them.
Seraphina knew the girl well enough to know that while she was a bit vain, it was not the knowledge of what she must look like that kept others away. No, it was something else.
Seraphina remembered how the candle flame had unnaturally leaped to Elizabeth's sleeve.
Or rather, to Elizabeth herself.
Glancing around a bit hesitantly, Seraphina gave into the temptation and the sudden curiosity, the need to know, and opened her senses. She closed her eyes, and then when she opened them again and looked to the house, she drew in a sharp breath and stiffened at the sight of the sickly green-yellow edge the flames now bore.
She knew curse-fire when she saw it, and the cottage was most definitely aflame with no normal fire, but with fire that had been tainted with a command borne of the black arts. And judging from Elizabeth's reaction, she knew this as well as Sera did. She probably knew the reason, too, and Seraphina felt the tingling edge of curiosity. She shoved it aside.
With sudden desiciveness, Seraphina swooped down on the smaller, younger, distraught girl and grabbed her good arm and hauled her up.
"No, no, leave me, leave me!" Elizabeth sobbed, shoving away. Alexander glared at her. Seraphina glared right back.
"If you don't want to get sick and die, you need to come with me so we can clean and bandage those burns, child," she growled,
"It would be better for everyone I care about if I died!" She buried her face in her hands with no regard to the blood and puss that oozed from many popped blisters already forming.
"Don't be stupid," Seraphina snapped. She leaned close, and hissed, "I can help you, if you let me."
Elizabeth's head snapped up, and somehow she knew that the black haired, golden eyed woman didn't just mean her wounds. Sniffling, suddenly hopefully, she nodded, her good eye bright with hope and tears as she let the older woman lead her, limping painfully, towards the main house.
"Stay here and help," Seraphina commanded Alexander. With a glance at Elizabeth, who nodded, he hesitantly nodded back and joined the line of water-bucket passers.
When they were halfway to the house, Darius came running up, and without hesitation swooped Elizabeth er up into his arms, the right, unburned side of her body against his and his arms careful of her burns as he carried her gently as he could to the house and up a flight of stairs to a large, but simple room. He laid her, clothes and all, in a porcelain tub filled with cold water and smelling strongly of aloe-vera and various herbs.
"The servants began preparing several of these baths and many ointments as soon as they heard of the fire," tall, dark, black haired, indigo eyed Darius informed Seraphina. She nodded, taking in the small wicker basket of bandages and ointments on a chair.
"I'll take care of her," she told Toirhart's son. "You can go." Darius glanced at Elizabeth, obviously in great pain.
"Take care of her," he told her tensely, before nodding curtly and striding from the room. Seraphina glanced after him with the barest touch of wristfulness. The woman that snagged him would be lucky indeed, she knew.
"H-how can y-you hel-help me?" came the soft, heart-breakingly sad voice from behind. Seraphina's thoughts snapped back to the present and she went and knelt beside the tub, pulling the basket off the chair and to her.
"Your wounds first," Seraphina told her firmly. "Then I'll see what I can do about this fire-curse of yours. Meanwhile," she said, opening a small jar of ointment and scooping up a clear, slightly green tinged glob on her fingers. "Meanwhile why don't you tell me what you know about it?"
Although it pained her, and blood seeped from the burnt cracks at the corner of her mouth, Elizabeth talked steadily as Seraphina applied the medicine to the burns on her face, using a small pair of shears to cut away hair where she needed to in order to get to some burns further up in her scalp.
"I was barely fourteen," Elizabeth stated softly. "I had these friends… Long story short, I tried to set them up together. I thought they were perfect for one another… But he, the man involved, loved me instead. I kept misinterpreting his signs and tokens, I thought they were intended for her, thinking he was giving them to me knowing I would pass them to her… I got her to fall in love with him, thinking she had a chance… Things finally came to a head when," she winced when Seraphina snipped away a particularly large chunk of her hair. "When we went to a party… I had hinted it would be the perfect time to propose. Apparently he thought so too… So I left my friend alone, so he could find her and propose in private… But instead he sought me out. I…turned him down. He wasn't happy." She swallowed. "I guess he'd been dabbling in a few…things that we didn't know about. He grabbed one of the candelabra stands on the terrace, and threw it at me, screaming that he hoped fire and pain and death would follow me and all my loved ones wherever I went…"
Her voice faded as Seraphina wrapped lengths of white gauze around her head and neck, leaving her right eye and nose and mouth free of the white bandaging.
Seraphina was quiet for a moment.
"Did he say any incantation?" She asked. Elizabeth made a negative noise in the back of her throat. "I see." She sighed, thinking. If his, that foolish man's, emotion had been powerful enough to curse her without the aid of a verbal spell, it would be harder to eradicate.
"Well," she said, standing. "I'll see what I can do. Now up, and let's get the rest of you bandaged so I can go find a friend that should be able to help."
Painfully, though not as much so as before, Elizabeth rose out of the water, and Seraphina set to helping her off with the remains of her gown so she could bandage the rest of her, thinking all the while, "What have I gotten myself into?"
"Mil'oira…" Serenity breathed, taking in the sight before her, hanging from the canopy over her bed.
'Mil'oira,' Legolas had learned a few hundred years ago, was an exclamation, one used to express extreme surprise and delight. He and Setsuna exchanged grins. It had been worth all the trouble to procure an extraordinarily talented seamstress and convince her to sew a most unorthodox –to the seamstress, at least- styled gown just to see the look on their princess's face.
"Look next to it," Legolas told her softly. The shift in direction of the twin pools of liquid sapphire orbs that were her eyes told the elf she had obeyed, and the little gasp of udder delight made his grin all the wider. She slowly approached, as if not daring to believe it was real.
She reached out a careful hand to touch the pristine, snowy gowns, one smaller than the other and tinged the slightest sunset pink.
The delicate, fairy-like golden embroidery that wrapped around the bosom of the empire-waist, sleeveless, strapless gown was a work of art. Out from under the scalloped bottom edge of the gold and silver embroidery cascaded a multitude of flawlessly transparent gauzy, skirts, each one as thin as a butterfly's wing. All white, one on top of another, on top of another, and another, and another… Until the skirt gave a frothy, opaquely cloud like illusion of something that you should be able to see through, but couldn't, something that looked so light and delicate and ethereal that it looked like it should be rustling and blowing softly in an invisible wind.
There were two twin armbands of gold and silver, studded with pearls and diamonds, matching the style and intricacy of the embroidered bosom of the gown. Hanging between them, meant to be draped across the wearer's back, was a length of snowy white cloth. The center of the top of the cloth swagged upwards, to clip to either the top seam of the back of the dress, or the back of a necklace, should the wearer of the gown don one.
The dainty slippers were tiny and delicate enough for a fairy, for they looked like they should never have to touch the ground.
The smaller dress beside it was almost identical, save for the lack of the armbands and cape, and the embroidery was a bit simpler, the ruffles more numerous, and a decidedly pink ever so slight tinge to the skirts.
The gown was, according to Setsuna, an almost exact duplicate of Serenity's official gown of state, and, she had added softly, her wedding gown. The smaller one was undoubtedly for little Usagi, or Small Lady as Setsuna liked to call her.
A squeal lilted the air so suddenly that both Setsuna and Legolas jumped, turning as a small pink blur flew past them to come to a screeching halt in front of the pink and white gown.
"Mama!" Chibi-Usa gasped. "Is…is that for me?"
"I think so, love," Serenity turned away from the gowns and looked at Setsuna with the most seriousness Legolas had ever seen in her eyes. She then looked to Legolas, and he smiled. He liked her best, when she was liked this- almost as if she was startled back to her fully-sane self.
Setsuna, so long ago, after she had first awakened from her life as Ambrostosa and joined them in their quest through time to find the rest of Serenity's guardians, had fully explained to Legolas what had happened.
Indeed, as he had suspected that day in Imladris, when Sauron had stopped feeding off the excess power within Serenity that was the power-threads of her friends, the threads connecting the souls of her guardians to their planets, it had been too much, and she had been forced to cast her friends from herself lest she be torn apart by too much power.
It was set up so that at the mortal age of eighteen, each of her Senshi would be granted their memories of their time in what Setsuna had called the 'Silver Millennium' and their time in Serenity's dream world. Their connection to their princess, Setsuna had explained, allowed Serenity to know when those memories were about to be restored, so she could get close enough in time to return to them the bit of power she had kept to herself, in the form of the rainbow prism she was never without, the bits of power that effectively acted as keys to her Senshi's full power. Without that last bit of power, they would try to transform without meaning to, and do so unsuccessfully, and most likely die.
Which was why they had settled in a small town near the edge of the estate known as Toirhart fief- according to both women, another Senshi's time was near.
"We'll leave you to try them on," Setsuna said, and she left the room, Legolas following. They exited the room and entered the one next to it. Silence reigned for a moment as Legolas sat on the bed, picking up his sword and from by the window on his way and fishing a whet stone from his pouch at his side. Setsuna went to the window, her Time Staff cleverly disguised by another one of Serenity's illusion tricks as a simple wooden walking stick.
"It is odd," Setsuna said out of the blue, looking down at the medieval shops and styles and people from their inn room window. "That history is turning out startlingly similar to the falsified history of Serenity's dreamworld."
Legolas was silent for a moment- he really wouldn't know, seeing as he had not been a part of that dreamworld. But he had seen glimpses of it, whether through Serenity's playful illusions or stories oft told.
"Perhaps," Legolas responded after a moment. "That could be a result of Serenity's accidentally tapping into your power of being so in tune with time? You did share the same body, technically, for quite some time. Is it possible some of your abilities of predicting time bled into hers?"
"I had thought of that," Setsuna nodded, turning away from the window and drawing the thick drapes shut. They exchanged wry grins, thinking the same thing- It was one of those rare times that something came precariously close to making sense.
A scream split the air, and at once both warriors had darted from the door, respective weapons in hand. They burst into the room Serenity and Chibi-Usa shared, to find little Usagi kneeling by her mother, eyes wide and startled, though also lit with the gleam experience- she had seen her mother thus before, though only thrice.
Serenity clutched her hair, her golden masses, contrasted sharply by the twin long black strands framing her face (the black had been steadily receding for several decades now) spilling forward over her frame. The frothy whiteness of her skirts seemed to melt and flow all around her as she knelt on the floor, head bowed and whimpering.
"Renity!" Legolas darted forward and was down on one knee before her as Setsuna swooped in and scooped up the little princess and deposited her among fluttering pale pink skirts on the bed before returning to the side of her liege.
"Highness?" Setsuna smoothed Serenity's hair away from her face as Legolas coaxed the girl to put her head up. Tears streaked down her face, and she rocked back and forth, arms wrapped around her waist, eyes shut tight.
"No, no…" she murmured, voice choked with sobs. "It hurts, it burns…"
"What burns?" Legolas demanded, checking her over for wounds.
"The pain…both pains…" she whispered. "But oh, how one hurts more than the other…"
Suddenly her eyes snapped open, startlingly clear and bright, filled with laughter and pain. The pain seemed…shadowy, as if it were not her own.
"They're both there!" Serenity gasped, her voice filled with awe and agony. "Both are followed…" She closed her eyes again, as if savoring an image only she could see.
"Which ones, Usa-chan?" Setsuna asked softly.
"Bright…" Serenity whispered. "One so bright…so golden…" her eyes opened again, and they were filled with mourning. "But so tarnished…"
"Venus," Setsuna said to herself, casting a thick lock of dark hair back over her shoulder as she cupped Serenity's chin and pulled the girl's face over to look at her. "Who is the other one, child? Who else is with her? Do they remember yet?"
Serenity shook her head lightly. "Their time is not yet here…"
"You said there were two," Legolas said softly. Serenity looked at him. "Who? Mercury? Mars? Jupiter? Your husband?"
"No…" Serenity whispered. She frowned in confusion. "But, yes…"
"We don't understand, highness," Setsuna said softly. Serenity looked at her in
confusion.
"No…" she said. "And yes. Venus is there. Aphrodite's child. Aunt Aphrodite." She giggled as if remembering something sweet. Then sobered again. "But the other one…" She looked to Legolas. "She's not one of mine… But like mine."
"Another Senshi?" Setsuna frowned. "Who, Serenity? The Starlights?"
But Serenity would say no more. She snuggled into Legolas's embrace, eyes closed, smiling peacefully, singing softly.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are…"
Setsuna and Legolas exchanged glances. They would get no more out of her now. Legolas lifted Serenity into his arms and stood as Setsuna picked up Chibi-Usa, who was looking at her mother with fascination, like she had met a new friend. Setsuna didn't bother to be worried about the child seeing her mother thus- worrying never helped anyone.
Legolas came over and laid Serenity on the bed as soon as Chibi-Usa was out of the way. By silent agreement, Setsuna moved to take the small pink-haired-died-blonde child from the room, but she would have none of it. She wiggled expertly and dropped the ground, rushing and darting past Legolas to leap up onto the bed with uncanny agility. She plopped down next to her mother, and placed her little hand on the woman's forehead.
At once, a silver, pink tinged
light engulfed mother and daughter, and Chibi-Usa's
eyes closed, a pert little frown of concentration on
her face. Legolas moved forward, but stopped himself even as Setsuna raised an
arm to bar him, her staff gripped tightly in her other
hand. Her eyes were bright and hard, her lips drawn into a tight line.
"What magic does the child
work?" Legolas asked softly.
"She's a daughter of the most powerful bloodlines in history," Setsuna said softly. A small smile flitted across her face. "In time, there will be little she cannot do. But as it is with all such beings, they choose something to focus the majority of their gifts around, lest all their power get away from them and become wild. Chibi-Usa," she nodded to the little girl. "Perhaps because of her mother's penchants for dreams and wishes, subconsciously chose to become a Dreamreader. She's looking into her mother's mind to see what it is she saw. She suspects something."
"She is no ordinary child," Legolas murmured. Setsuna shook her head.
"No," she said. "No she's not. She's much more, even if you didn't take into account the fact that she is nearing two thousand years old…" Any other time, she may have quirked her lips, but now, she, along with Legolas, gazed intently at the child that was not a child beside the woman who was not a woman.
After a moment, the glow began to fade to a twinkling, sparkling myriad of pixie lights twirling all around the princess of earth and moon. Softly, her voice eerily like her mothers, she opened her mouth and began to sing in softly sweet soprano tones that despite their volume seemed to carry to Mare Serenatis itself.
"And so, the Sentinel shall sing…shall sing…she shall sing… Let her sing…" Her voice faded down into a hum, and with a yawn she curled up beside her mother, and drifted off to sleep.
Legolas and Setsuna exchanged glances.
Sentinel?
Setsuna glanced out the window, her gaze distant…
Perhaps… her thoughts wafted around in her own mind on a curiously calm mental breeze. She pursed her lips. Was it possible?
A tantalizing scent of a memory…something she could just barely grasp…but it was enough.
"Your thoughts carry much weight," Legolas said softly, and just in such the right way that she heard him, but it did not shatter her concentration. An elvish trick, she thought with a flicker of amused curiousity, and one she would much like to learn. But later…
"I barely remember something about regarding Sentinels." Setsuna stated after a moment. She leaned against the doorframe. Legolas regarded her stormy face as she stared at the woodgrain of the floor, concentrating, speaking slowly and deliberately, as if, word by word, she was erecting an ancient puzzle.
"More like a dream," she amended after a moment. "But a dream that wasn't mine. There were times," she said. "When we were all within Serenity's dreamworld, guarding her mind and soul from Sauron's influence at the same time taking advantage of the dreamworld to help her train herself, there were times when things…would happen. Things that didn't always fit. They were never enough to pay attention to… But our last battle…"
With a seriousness Legolas had come to recognize as a trademark of the stoic Senshi, Setsuna retold to him, in greater detail than he remembered it being told last time he'd heard it, the last battle they'd ever had within Serenity's dreamworld- the battle with Chaos, and the arrival of Serenity's future self, Cosmos. A self so far into the future she wasn't even the same being anymore.
"See, we never intended to die like that," Setsuna told him. "We always had a certain measure of control over the dreamworld around us. But when we tried to keep us from fading, from turning against her, something interfered. It carries the same…soul scent, is the only way I can describe it, yes- soul scent. It carried the same soul scent as various things throughout our past in the dreams. Things I'd never paid attention to, most unusual for me. Even now I wonder if even that, my not paying attention, had not been of my own doing. This force, whatever it was, it wasn't hostile- but it was firm. So totally beyond even me…beyond all our control…beyond the hold and grasp of time and space. As if it was time. So intangible and untouchable to us it might as well have not existed. Ghosts were more suspeptible to us than her. Like water to water…touching, but blending harmlessly, hardly aware of the other…
"It was then, in that slight moment, when Cosmos appeared, as we watched without bodies even in the dreamworld, that I recognized it. Cosmos had been real. Not part of the dream. It had been her that had influenced that last battle. But why? That is something I've never been able to answer."
She looked up again, gazing at her sleeping princess, and said no more.
"Patience, wake up!" Seraphina snapped at the fire, and at the image of a darkened, sparse room and the form of a raven haired girl asleep in a bed across the room. The girl stirred suddenly, sitting up and staring across her bedroom at the fire that had lit itself in her grate, the vision of a woman with hair even blacker than hers with golden, slanted eyes staring at her out of it.
Any other resident of Salem, Massachusetts, would have run screaming, shouting of witchcraft, even without the paranoia and hate spells that a particularily nasty spirit would have cast over the town had Patience Smith not rooted it out the week before. Because of this, the Salem Witch Trials had never taken place, never even begun. Patience was never sure which bothered her more- the fact that she knew that somehow, someway, somewhere, such Trials had taken place, or the fact that she had adverted them. Of course, the abnormality of referring to herself by the either the name 'Rei Hino' or 'Mars' came in a close second to her increasingly accurate premonition skills.
The latter fact, dealing with her talents, she owed to the aide of the woman looking at her impatiently from the fire.
"What do you want, Sera?" Patience yawned, slipping out of bed in only her cotton shift and nightcap and padding softly across the hard dirt packed floor to kneel before the fire.
"I need your help- you're the one whose specialty is fire." Seraphina of Toirhart, or more relevantly, Seraphina of 187 ago to Patience's present 1691, had never been patient. She didn't know how, but Patience knew she had known Sera a long, long time ago, before her life as Patience.
Patience shook herself free of these thoughts and set to the task at hand.
"Fire, thou say?" She asked. "What doust thou require of mine own skill with flame?"
"I've a girl whose been fire-cursed," Sera told her, leaning back in a chair. Patience could see the luxurious –by her standards, anyway, having been raised Puritan- room behind her, and a goblet of wine in her hand. "By a man dabbling in dark arts not enough to know what he was doing when he screamed some not nice things at her, but good enough for his curse to be taken literally by the dark magic he had acquired. Without an incantation."
Patience winced. "Ouch," she whistled lowly. Dejavu washed over her at that particular set of motions (wincing, saying 'ouch,' then whistling), and just as quickly she dismissed it- it happened all too often.
"What do you recommend?" Sera asked. Patience raised an eyebrow.
"You're asking me?"
Sera growled, and Patience laughed, waving her hand as she moved to sit cross legged on the floor. "All right, all right. Tell me everything."
To Be Continued…
I'm going to clear this up right now, everyone- Seraphina is NOT otaku Senshi, original, old, or anything. She is not my character- she is from the Sailor Moon continuum! Have fun trying to figure out who she is!!!
Now, besides that, first off, I have a new fic- Turning of the Tables. It's an X-Men Evo fic, my first. Am just recently semi-hooked on the show, and am desperately trying to keep myself from the tacky clutches of being tempted to do an X-Men Evo/SM crossover…unless anyone wants me to do one…?
Anyways… Gomen nasaii minna-chans for the hiatus!!! Had a bit of a writer's block, but I'm over it! Chappies should be quicker in coming, now… (how often have I said that? Oiy…)
Ooooh, good news! I finally got my paws on the subbed StarS season!!!!!!!!! YES!!! *does backflips* Yayness! I'm soooo happy! ^____^
Are things confusing yet? Heh, don't worry, things are going to speed up even more…hang on for the ride! This hurricane is just getting started! Try to hold on til we get to the eye of the storm, k? *waves* Until next time, ja ne!
Hope Makes the Universe Shine,
Makura Koneko
P.S. Evanescence rules. Period.
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