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Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of it's characters (though I would love to), and no characters where harmed in the making of this story (besides the normal bumps and bruises of story production). (
Summary: A sidestory to Sailor Moon about/after the collapse of Silver Millenium. Had fun writing, and others had fun reading! (They wanted to take me out for several cliffhangers! :) )
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A Past Wished To Be Remembered?
The Story of Sailor Fahren
Chapter 1: A Rumble in the Distance
A deep rumble echoed over the valley. Lightning flashed in the sky overhead, and the deep gray clouds gave no indication of departing anytime soon. A scout with a long red braid that reached her ankles lay sideways across a highly carved chair. She played idly with a dagger in her hands. Her red braid lay over the arm of the chair behind her.
"I'm bored," she whined, impatiently looking up at a form in the shadows.
"Patience," a voice crooned. "Patience." The girl scoffed at the voice, and continued to play with the dagger in her hands.
It was a bright and beautiful day. The sun glistened off the mist swirling around the top of the mountains, throwing rainbows all over the valley. Nestled at the base of the huge, mist-covered mountain was a town. Hover-cars zoomed over the tall, delicate spires of the buildings, and hover-scooters passed carelessly over the sidewalks. The inhabitants liked to keep the town moderately quiet, so neither of these two objects made much noise. At the edge of the town, a bell tolled quietly, indicating that school was about to start. Students laughed as they entered into the fragile-looking building of delicate archways, transparent steal, and glass walls. A red-haired boy jogs through some groups of people, trying to catch up to the girl he's been looking for all morning.
"Hey Jenny! Wait up!" The girl he had been calling turned around, throwing her hip-length brown hair over one shoulder.
"Hi Jason," she remarked as she watched the panting teenager come towards her. "How are you doing today?"
"Just fine," he replied, though he bent over to try and catch his breath. "By the suns Jenny! I thought it was hard to catch up to you in Middle School! What are you doing; taking speed-walking classes?" Jenny laughed.
"Well, that means that I'm keeping fit," she replied, waggling her finger at him. "You know Jason Francis, you may be cute, but even on you Jelly donuts will tell in time." He grinned up at her with his lopsided smile that always seemed to make her heart skip a beat.
"I never knew you thought I was cute." She gasped, placed a hand over her mouth, and started blushing profusely. /I didn't just tell him that, did I?/ she thought to herself privately as she watched his smile spread on his face.
"I'll take that as a yes. Your turning as red as the juice machine behind you!" Turning to hide her warm cheeks, she inserted a coin into the machine and withdrew a bottle of juice.
"Oh, stop picking on her Jason!" called Sam as she walked towards them. She was in her usual jeans, which kind-of bellbottomed, but today she also wore a sleeveless red shirt. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and sunglasses adorned her head. As she grew closer, her red eyes studied them.
"Morning Sam," Jason remarked kindly; giving her a full, flourishing bow because he knew it aggravated her beyond all reason.
"Mornin' dip," she replied, rapping her knuckles gently on the back of his head when he reached the lowest point of his bow. When he stood up, he rubbed the top of his head sorely.
"Ouch. That hurt Sam."
"It was supposed to Dufus."
"Alright, alright. Knock it off already you two. I have enough to worry about this morning without you two going at it."
"We would never!" Sam remarked in a sweet tone, though she grabbed Jason and held him in a mock head-lock.
"Right," Jenny replied skeptically. The three friends then walked down the hall together. The crowds seemed to part at their approach. Either it was because Jenny was coming, or because Sam was coming. It was hard to tell now-a-days. Freshman who didn't know to get out of the way were dragged out of the path of the three walking people.
"I'll never get sick of that," Sam whispered gleefully at Jenny as they watched three freshman boys bet yanked out of the way by two senior jocks. She was rewarded with an elbow in the ribs for her remark. Finally, they arrived at the lunch line and cut in front. No one protested for they knew if they did, the whole Sevval* team, not to mention the other jocks, would arrive and pummel them into submission. A pair of arms then rapped around Jenny's shoulders, and a mouth kissed her on the cheek.
"Hello Jack," Jenny greeted, smiling. She loved it when her boyfriend decided to show up and share lunch with her.
"Morning honey. What are you doing here?"
"Bearing the indignity of the lunch line, as you would put it," Jason told him with a smile, though his voice was cold and his eyes hard. Jack then noticed Jason, and took his arms from Jenny's shoulders, and put them in his pockets. Ever since that one day he had threatened him outside the gym, he decided to keep his distance from the boy. Sometimes, though, he still ran into him.
"Morning Jason," he remarked curtly.
"Jack," Jason replied about as equally curt.
"So, what are you doing tonight Jack," asked Jenny, paying for her pizza and moving away from the line.
"I thought I'd drop off by your house for your birthday party."
"It's a closed party," Jason shot before Jenny could open her mouth.
"Yeah. No unwanted visitors. You can have her at school, but her free-time is ours," stated Sam, who took up her 'I-don't-take-&*@%' stance (Insert whichever word you like). Jack knew that he was in for it if he pursued this conversation. Even he was afraid of Sam when it came to her fighting. Smiling weakly, he nodded towards her.
"Well Jenny. I guess they have something planned for you. I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure," she replied cheerily, though she gave both her friends a glowering glare. After they had sat down, she confronted them. "What was that all about?"
"We don't like.........no, we don't /trust/ him Jenny. He's been using you to get even more popular. I don't want you to get hurt. Nor do I want to have him at the party. That's going to be between friends...." Sam looked at Jason. "... and not mortal enemies."
"Good night!" she called to Jason as he left with his bag of party favors. It had, after all, been a wonderful party! There were games (spin the bottle was brought up by Sam, and Jenny had to kiss Jason!), activities, and a game of truth or dare (in which Sam made sure Jenny kissed him again!). It all ended with a nice dip in the pool; if throwing someone in concluded as a dip. Jason had had to go home because he was a guy, but that didn't keep them from staying up 'till about 2 o'clock and celebrating. It had turned out to be a wonderful night. Jenny received this wonderful pendant from her grandmother. It looked like a glass teardrop with mist captured inside. Everyone wondered how that happened, especially since if you shook it, you could see the mist inside swirl. The pendant hung from a silver chain, and seemed only big enough to wear as an anklet, which she promptly put on. There was a dancing outfit (which consisted of a short, sleeveless crop-top, and a short skirt) that her mother had given her, and a strange stone that Jason had picked up at the hobby shop. It almost matched the pendant, save for the fact the swirls inside didn't move when it was shaken.
She and Sam watched Jason 'till he was out of sight, and then turned around and went back inside.
"Oh, that was fun!" Jenny silently exclaimed as they trotted outside to the sleeping-bags they had set up.
"Yeah, it was. I didn't expect Jason to pull you into the pool though."
"Of course he would Sam. I threw him in!" Both girls started laughing so hard that their eyes teared up. With that, they climbed into their sleeping bags, and soon went to sleep.
The dreams started out peaceful enough for Jenny, but soon they turned violent. She was standing in the middle of a battle filed. She could hear peoples screams of pain; she could see the ground stained with blood; and she could smell death so thick in the air that she could barely breath. Staggering around, she realized that she had been wounded badly, for her own blood was running freely from her chest. Looking up though, she saw what had caused so much damage. A huge black beast seemed to have enveloped the sky; laughing as its minions attacked and destroyed. Feeling the urge to do something, she lifted her hand towards the beast, but she wasn't strong enough. Her arm fell back to her side, and she collapsed.
"Oh no!" she heard a voice cry, and then strong arms turned her onto her back, and held her close.
"Fahren, you can't!" cried another voice, but she could barely hear them anymore.
"What can we do? We're losing her!"
"Maybe Serenity can heal her."
"There's no time. We'll never make it. Besides, the queen is having enough trouble saving her kingdom." There was raw pain in that voice. The voices continued, but Jenny knew no more. She sunk into the depths of pain, terror, and death.
Sitting up abruptly, Jenny realized she was sweating. The sun had risen, and the morning donned a bit chilly, but bright. Sam still slept peacefully at her side, but she started to stir. Chilled to the bones by her dream, Jenny got up and started pacing around. She wasn't quite sure what had brought that dream about, but she was terrified by it. The part that terrified her the most, however, was the fact that she had seen it all before.
"Mornin' Jen," Sam slurred sleepily as she sat up and rubbed an eye.
"I wish it were so," Jenny replied before she could stop herself. /Why do I want to tell her so badly?/ she thought. /Is it because I've trusted her with everything over the years, and now I feel I can trust her with this one?/
At her phrase, Sam sat up; fully awake and aware.
"What do you mean, 'I wish it were so'?"
"Nothing."
"Oh no Jen," she stated, pushing the top cover away and standing up. "You said it, and now I want you to explain it."
"I only had a bad dream Sam. Nothing to worry about." She tried to sound cheery, but even to her it sounded forced. /Nothing to worry about? */Nothing to worry about?!/* Yeah right you dip. There's plenty to worry about!/ shouted a voice in her head. She didn't know what it was talking about though.
"Uhhu. It was bad enough that it ruined your morning. To me, that's bad enough."
"Maybe you're right," she replied as she resigned to sitting cross-legged on the sleeping bags. Before she could stop herself, she started telling Sam about the dream. Sam, as always, listened intently to her as she spoke, and her eyes grew wide as the story commenced.
"And the worst part is, I feel like I know this dream, but I've never had it before."
Sam sat there for a moment with her hand rubbing thoughtfully at her chin. Jenny watched her intently to see what her friend was going to say. Sam then moved her hand up to her light chocolate hair and started to run a hand through the ends thoughtfully.
"You could always ask Sara." That was not the answer she had expected.
"Sara Bryer? The school Psychopath?" Jenny remarked in disbelief.
"She has predicted things Jenny. That's why she is also known as the school Witch. Remember her and her tarot deck foretold the coming of the rain."
"It's monsoon season Sam. It rains practically every day!"
"But not for the past year it hasn't, and even the weatherman said that it was a freak storm."
"You know tropical storms pop up all of a sudden."
"Not recently." Jenny sighed, resigned, as she laid back on the sleeping bags. She wasn't going to argue with her today.
"You didn't have a bad dream too, did you Sam?" Sam shook her head.
"No, but I guess I'm agitated from yours. Remember, we can pick things up from each other, and I have caught your emotions before." A peal of thunder was heard overhead, and both girls looked up to see the dark fog swirling heavily overhead. A storm was brewing, and Jenny had this strange sense that there was more to this storm then met the eye.
/Italics/ (Usually thoughts) *Bold* */Bold & Italics/*
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or any of it's characters (though I would love to), and no characters where harmed in the making of this story (besides the normal bumps and bruises of story production). (
Summary: A sidestory to Sailor Moon about/after the collapse of Silver Millenium. Had fun writing, and others had fun reading! (They wanted to take me out for several cliffhangers! :) )
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A Past Wished To Be Remembered?
The Story of Sailor Fahren
Chapter 1: A Rumble in the Distance
A deep rumble echoed over the valley. Lightning flashed in the sky overhead, and the deep gray clouds gave no indication of departing anytime soon. A scout with a long red braid that reached her ankles lay sideways across a highly carved chair. She played idly with a dagger in her hands. Her red braid lay over the arm of the chair behind her.
"I'm bored," she whined, impatiently looking up at a form in the shadows.
"Patience," a voice crooned. "Patience." The girl scoffed at the voice, and continued to play with the dagger in her hands.
It was a bright and beautiful day. The sun glistened off the mist swirling around the top of the mountains, throwing rainbows all over the valley. Nestled at the base of the huge, mist-covered mountain was a town. Hover-cars zoomed over the tall, delicate spires of the buildings, and hover-scooters passed carelessly over the sidewalks. The inhabitants liked to keep the town moderately quiet, so neither of these two objects made much noise. At the edge of the town, a bell tolled quietly, indicating that school was about to start. Students laughed as they entered into the fragile-looking building of delicate archways, transparent steal, and glass walls. A red-haired boy jogs through some groups of people, trying to catch up to the girl he's been looking for all morning.
"Hey Jenny! Wait up!" The girl he had been calling turned around, throwing her hip-length brown hair over one shoulder.
"Hi Jason," she remarked as she watched the panting teenager come towards her. "How are you doing today?"
"Just fine," he replied, though he bent over to try and catch his breath. "By the suns Jenny! I thought it was hard to catch up to you in Middle School! What are you doing; taking speed-walking classes?" Jenny laughed.
"Well, that means that I'm keeping fit," she replied, waggling her finger at him. "You know Jason Francis, you may be cute, but even on you Jelly donuts will tell in time." He grinned up at her with his lopsided smile that always seemed to make her heart skip a beat.
"I never knew you thought I was cute." She gasped, placed a hand over her mouth, and started blushing profusely. /I didn't just tell him that, did I?/ she thought to herself privately as she watched his smile spread on his face.
"I'll take that as a yes. Your turning as red as the juice machine behind you!" Turning to hide her warm cheeks, she inserted a coin into the machine and withdrew a bottle of juice.
"Oh, stop picking on her Jason!" called Sam as she walked towards them. She was in her usual jeans, which kind-of bellbottomed, but today she also wore a sleeveless red shirt. Her light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and sunglasses adorned her head. As she grew closer, her red eyes studied them.
"Morning Sam," Jason remarked kindly; giving her a full, flourishing bow because he knew it aggravated her beyond all reason.
"Mornin' dip," she replied, rapping her knuckles gently on the back of his head when he reached the lowest point of his bow. When he stood up, he rubbed the top of his head sorely.
"Ouch. That hurt Sam."
"It was supposed to Dufus."
"Alright, alright. Knock it off already you two. I have enough to worry about this morning without you two going at it."
"We would never!" Sam remarked in a sweet tone, though she grabbed Jason and held him in a mock head-lock.
"Right," Jenny replied skeptically. The three friends then walked down the hall together. The crowds seemed to part at their approach. Either it was because Jenny was coming, or because Sam was coming. It was hard to tell now-a-days. Freshman who didn't know to get out of the way were dragged out of the path of the three walking people.
"I'll never get sick of that," Sam whispered gleefully at Jenny as they watched three freshman boys bet yanked out of the way by two senior jocks. She was rewarded with an elbow in the ribs for her remark. Finally, they arrived at the lunch line and cut in front. No one protested for they knew if they did, the whole Sevval* team, not to mention the other jocks, would arrive and pummel them into submission. A pair of arms then rapped around Jenny's shoulders, and a mouth kissed her on the cheek.
"Hello Jack," Jenny greeted, smiling. She loved it when her boyfriend decided to show up and share lunch with her.
"Morning honey. What are you doing here?"
"Bearing the indignity of the lunch line, as you would put it," Jason told him with a smile, though his voice was cold and his eyes hard. Jack then noticed Jason, and took his arms from Jenny's shoulders, and put them in his pockets. Ever since that one day he had threatened him outside the gym, he decided to keep his distance from the boy. Sometimes, though, he still ran into him.
"Morning Jason," he remarked curtly.
"Jack," Jason replied about as equally curt.
"So, what are you doing tonight Jack," asked Jenny, paying for her pizza and moving away from the line.
"I thought I'd drop off by your house for your birthday party."
"It's a closed party," Jason shot before Jenny could open her mouth.
"Yeah. No unwanted visitors. You can have her at school, but her free-time is ours," stated Sam, who took up her 'I-don't-take-&*@%' stance (Insert whichever word you like). Jack knew that he was in for it if he pursued this conversation. Even he was afraid of Sam when it came to her fighting. Smiling weakly, he nodded towards her.
"Well Jenny. I guess they have something planned for you. I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?"
"Sure," she replied cheerily, though she gave both her friends a glowering glare. After they had sat down, she confronted them. "What was that all about?"
"We don't like.........no, we don't /trust/ him Jenny. He's been using you to get even more popular. I don't want you to get hurt. Nor do I want to have him at the party. That's going to be between friends...." Sam looked at Jason. "... and not mortal enemies."
"Good night!" she called to Jason as he left with his bag of party favors. It had, after all, been a wonderful party! There were games (spin the bottle was brought up by Sam, and Jenny had to kiss Jason!), activities, and a game of truth or dare (in which Sam made sure Jenny kissed him again!). It all ended with a nice dip in the pool; if throwing someone in concluded as a dip. Jason had had to go home because he was a guy, but that didn't keep them from staying up 'till about 2 o'clock and celebrating. It had turned out to be a wonderful night. Jenny received this wonderful pendant from her grandmother. It looked like a glass teardrop with mist captured inside. Everyone wondered how that happened, especially since if you shook it, you could see the mist inside swirl. The pendant hung from a silver chain, and seemed only big enough to wear as an anklet, which she promptly put on. There was a dancing outfit (which consisted of a short, sleeveless crop-top, and a short skirt) that her mother had given her, and a strange stone that Jason had picked up at the hobby shop. It almost matched the pendant, save for the fact the swirls inside didn't move when it was shaken.
She and Sam watched Jason 'till he was out of sight, and then turned around and went back inside.
"Oh, that was fun!" Jenny silently exclaimed as they trotted outside to the sleeping-bags they had set up.
"Yeah, it was. I didn't expect Jason to pull you into the pool though."
"Of course he would Sam. I threw him in!" Both girls started laughing so hard that their eyes teared up. With that, they climbed into their sleeping bags, and soon went to sleep.
The dreams started out peaceful enough for Jenny, but soon they turned violent. She was standing in the middle of a battle filed. She could hear peoples screams of pain; she could see the ground stained with blood; and she could smell death so thick in the air that she could barely breath. Staggering around, she realized that she had been wounded badly, for her own blood was running freely from her chest. Looking up though, she saw what had caused so much damage. A huge black beast seemed to have enveloped the sky; laughing as its minions attacked and destroyed. Feeling the urge to do something, she lifted her hand towards the beast, but she wasn't strong enough. Her arm fell back to her side, and she collapsed.
"Oh no!" she heard a voice cry, and then strong arms turned her onto her back, and held her close.
"Fahren, you can't!" cried another voice, but she could barely hear them anymore.
"What can we do? We're losing her!"
"Maybe Serenity can heal her."
"There's no time. We'll never make it. Besides, the queen is having enough trouble saving her kingdom." There was raw pain in that voice. The voices continued, but Jenny knew no more. She sunk into the depths of pain, terror, and death.
Sitting up abruptly, Jenny realized she was sweating. The sun had risen, and the morning donned a bit chilly, but bright. Sam still slept peacefully at her side, but she started to stir. Chilled to the bones by her dream, Jenny got up and started pacing around. She wasn't quite sure what had brought that dream about, but she was terrified by it. The part that terrified her the most, however, was the fact that she had seen it all before.
"Mornin' Jen," Sam slurred sleepily as she sat up and rubbed an eye.
"I wish it were so," Jenny replied before she could stop herself. /Why do I want to tell her so badly?/ she thought. /Is it because I've trusted her with everything over the years, and now I feel I can trust her with this one?/
At her phrase, Sam sat up; fully awake and aware.
"What do you mean, 'I wish it were so'?"
"Nothing."
"Oh no Jen," she stated, pushing the top cover away and standing up. "You said it, and now I want you to explain it."
"I only had a bad dream Sam. Nothing to worry about." She tried to sound cheery, but even to her it sounded forced. /Nothing to worry about? */Nothing to worry about?!/* Yeah right you dip. There's plenty to worry about!/ shouted a voice in her head. She didn't know what it was talking about though.
"Uhhu. It was bad enough that it ruined your morning. To me, that's bad enough."
"Maybe you're right," she replied as she resigned to sitting cross-legged on the sleeping bags. Before she could stop herself, she started telling Sam about the dream. Sam, as always, listened intently to her as she spoke, and her eyes grew wide as the story commenced.
"And the worst part is, I feel like I know this dream, but I've never had it before."
Sam sat there for a moment with her hand rubbing thoughtfully at her chin. Jenny watched her intently to see what her friend was going to say. Sam then moved her hand up to her light chocolate hair and started to run a hand through the ends thoughtfully.
"You could always ask Sara." That was not the answer she had expected.
"Sara Bryer? The school Psychopath?" Jenny remarked in disbelief.
"She has predicted things Jenny. That's why she is also known as the school Witch. Remember her and her tarot deck foretold the coming of the rain."
"It's monsoon season Sam. It rains practically every day!"
"But not for the past year it hasn't, and even the weatherman said that it was a freak storm."
"You know tropical storms pop up all of a sudden."
"Not recently." Jenny sighed, resigned, as she laid back on the sleeping bags. She wasn't going to argue with her today.
"You didn't have a bad dream too, did you Sam?" Sam shook her head.
"No, but I guess I'm agitated from yours. Remember, we can pick things up from each other, and I have caught your emotions before." A peal of thunder was heard overhead, and both girls looked up to see the dark fog swirling heavily overhead. A storm was brewing, and Jenny had this strange sense that there was more to this storm then met the eye.