Author's Note:
This story, while called 'Return of the Valkyries' is NOT related to 'Walk of Valkyries'. That's more of a short story that ended where it began: one part. My email address has changed to Guardian4@atlantic.net. Please put Fanfiction or something similar in the subject line so I know what the email is about.
Standard disclaimers apply. I don't own Sailor Moon, etc.
Minako's husband – Kyle (Kunzite)
Makoto's husband – Matt (Nephrite)
Ami's husband – Zale (Zoisite)
Rei's husband – Jared (Jadeite)
Haruka's husband – Aren (Adamite)
Setsuna's husband – Cirocco (Cordylite)
Michiru's husband – Ian (Iolite)
Hotaru's husband – Raine (Rhonite)
For convenience, I named all the new Kings with the same first letter of their name. The Shitennou names I think are pretty able to figure out.
Return of the Valkyries
Chapter 12
Her scream echoed through the palace. There was nothing more left in life that she could believe in. She could hear nothing over the beating of her heart and remember. She could remember how she had laid her head on his breast night after night, listening to the traitorous beating of that black heart.
Arms wrapped themselves around her, but she didn't feel them. Her eyes filled with tears, shock and pain trying to rip her apart her mind. How could he betray her like that? She had always thought because her mother and grandmother had found their soulmates, she would find hers. When had things turned around to kill her?
"Kynthia, please calm down. You'll give yourself a heart attack," said a voice in concern. She recognized it as Ami, her grandmother's personal physician and friend.
She only screamed louder at the treachery of her husband.
Stinging pain on her cheek brought her from inside herself and she looked up at Rei, the black haired woman who stood over her as she knelt on the ground. "Calm yourself," she told her firmly. "Don't think you are alone in this. Our friends are out there trying to get your daughter back and they might die because of Trion's deceitfulness."
Kynthia opened her mouth but all that came out was another scream. Her eyes slammed shut, willing everything to go away and let her die in peace. Vaguely she heard, behind her, a worried male voice say, "I think the shock was too much for her. She's losing her mind, if all she can do is scream like this…"
She knelt over her husband, bleeding on the ground, and fighting back tears of anger and regret. Her hands could not heal any faster, though she was pushing it to the limits. The constant fire of enemy weapons hadn't stopped, not once in three days. It was a constant drone in her ears, something she barely noticed anymore, it was so commonplace.
His hand came up and touched her wrist. "I love you," he whispered.
Tears fell down her face and she told him sternly, "I won't lose you, Raine. I won't, do you hear me?!"
"Saturn! Look out!"
The Soldier of Death slowly turned to see a beam of blue energy heading straight for her heart. She didn't move, only stared it down, as if by will alone she could destroy it and save her husband and friends.
I won't stand it anymore! I won't! Nobody is going to die anymore! Her screaming thoughts propelled her to her feet faster than any command. A flash and her glaive clenched in her fist.
"SILENT WALL!"
She didn't know if it would hold, her being so depleted power-wise, but she would never give up.
Never.
The beam grew closer at an alarming rate.
Never.
Her name screamed, but she picked out her husband's easily over the others.
Never.
Movement out of the corner of her eye, as if someone was trying to get to her.
Never.
The beam slammed into her shield.
Never.
"TRION!"
"Stop her! She'll kill herself if she doesn't stop!"
"If she confronts him…!"
"Kynthy, darling, don't do this!"
She heard nothing of her friends' or parents' voices. One name pounded in her head, filling her ears with rage.
Her legs ran quickly through the palace and out the doors. The people of Crystal Tokyo stared at her as she passed, as if she had lost her mind. Perhaps she had, but she had damn good reason to.
Then she saw him, standing and talking with three men. One was large and looked built for war. The other two were slimmer. Their jaws dropped as she approached. It was the only warning Trion had as he turned.
Her fist slammed into his jaw with all the force of her madness and righteous anger at the betrayal.
He landed hard on his back, staring up at her as if she had grown three heads. "I hate you, Trion, and I will never forgive you for what you did," she whispered. With a quick movement, she had his weapon from the belt at his waist, a long sword that he practiced with every day.
She held it over his heart with no remorse in her eyes. He was going to die and he knew it.
End Part 12