Lost
She was alone, walking alone among the crowd. Life seemed to flow around her, heedless of the dull ache in her heart. Chibi-Usa had left for the 30th century the other day, leaving her. She had been Hotaru's only true friend and lone ally at times. She had been the one who had saved her.
She walked alone, her footsteps echoing in the deserted street. Turning down the graveled drive, she noticed Haruka's car parked in the open garage. On an impulse she tossed her book bag just inside the garage, and walked back down the drive, back onto the empty street.
She walked for what seemed forever, letting her feet take her where they would. She didn't care anymore, trusting to fate to lead her where it would. Shadows lengthened and still she walked on, alone in her own reality.
After a while she suddenly stopped, realizing the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, darkness surrounded her. She looked around, realizing she had no idea to where she was. Standing by the waterfront, the lights of ships and the city glittering over the dark water entranced her. She clutched her henshin wand in her hand tightly, the symbol of Saturn pressed into her hand. She had never had been given a chance, no one had ever considered her. Sailor Saturn was who she was; Hotaru was often lost in Saturn's shadow. She clutched the wand tighter and looked down at the dark water, at her reflection. For a moment, she saw Mistress 9 staring back her, then Sailor Saturn. But there was only a small girl with large purple eyes and short black hair staring at her reflection in the dark water.
She was Sailor Saturn, the senshi of destruction, death. She was the end, she was the beginning. The three words were heavy in her mind, those three words that could change everything. Death. Reborn. Revolution.
She felt the cold weight of the henshin wand in her hand and slowly held it over the dark water. But her hand refused to let go, clutching tighter to the wand. She could be free of her destiny, she could start over. But her hand refused to obey her, still holding the wand.
She would never be free, it was who she was. It was her path, her fate. That would never change.
She was alone, walking alone among the crowd. Life seemed to flow around her, heedless of the dull ache in her heart. Chibi-Usa had left for the 30th century the other day, leaving her. She had been Hotaru's only true friend and lone ally at times. She had been the one who had saved her.
She walked alone, her footsteps echoing in the deserted street. Turning down the graveled drive, she noticed Haruka's car parked in the open garage. On an impulse she tossed her book bag just inside the garage, and walked back down the drive, back onto the empty street.
She walked for what seemed forever, letting her feet take her where they would. She didn't care anymore, trusting to fate to lead her where it would. Shadows lengthened and still she walked on, alone in her own reality.
After a while she suddenly stopped, realizing the sun had disappeared behind the horizon, darkness surrounded her. She looked around, realizing she had no idea to where she was. Standing by the waterfront, the lights of ships and the city glittering over the dark water entranced her. She clutched her henshin wand in her hand tightly, the symbol of Saturn pressed into her hand. She had never had been given a chance, no one had ever considered her. Sailor Saturn was who she was; Hotaru was often lost in Saturn's shadow. She clutched the wand tighter and looked down at the dark water, at her reflection. For a moment, she saw Mistress 9 staring back her, then Sailor Saturn. But there was only a small girl with large purple eyes and short black hair staring at her reflection in the dark water.
She was Sailor Saturn, the senshi of destruction, death. She was the end, she was the beginning. The three words were heavy in her mind, those three words that could change everything. Death. Reborn. Revolution.
She felt the cold weight of the henshin wand in her hand and slowly held it over the dark water. But her hand refused to let go, clutching tighter to the wand. She could be free of her destiny, she could start over. But her hand refused to obey her, still holding the wand.
She would never be free, it was who she was. It was her path, her fate. That would never change.