Warning: DO NOT READ unless you have read The Mage Princess and are
familiar with the concepts introduced in it.
This is to be the prologue(s) to the sequel of The Mage Princess. I say
prologue(s) because there will be five separate ones that will
introduce my readers to the characters. I hope you will enjoy what the
following five parts will hint at and that you will enjoy reading
Dragon Wings.
A few disclaimers: I don't own Sailor Moon... if I did I would be
publishing these stories because I would have enough money to do so...
don't sue me... you'll get nothing out of it!
Characters that are mine and are NOT to be stolen or used in your own
story without my approval are the following:
High Mages Washi, Hou, Kou, Ohamu, Taka, Yuufu and Narcissus; Abura
Kakyuu, Prince Rupert Heron, Kouryou, the Ryuu, the Houou, the Aipen,
Taisei, the Haneko, Ameira, the Umahaki, and Ryokumi.
I guess it's on with the story!
Dragon Wings
PROLOGUE PART III - Emerald Wings
By: Sailor Berkeley
Ryokumi twirls in her new turquoise dress and watches her long
tresses glimmer behind her. She stops in front of the mirror with a
sweet smile. Yes, she looks perfect. Her auburn hair (her father's) is
just the right shade of red, her large green eyes (her mother's)
glitter, surrounded by thick and luscious eyelashes, her lips are just
the right size. Her face is perfect, from her Jovian nose down to the
single freckle gracing her upper lip - a real freckle, not
synthetically made like some of the court ladies'.
Princess Ryokumi Rhea is a true beauty, much to the discomfort
of her parents who feel that she should have at least ONE physical
flaw. At twelve she rivals girls four years her senior in looks and
grace. She smiles at the mirror and nods imperceptibly at her image.
Perfect.
Looking for her tiara, she groans impatiently. Physically
perfect she may be but if anyone were to enter her room they would
doubtlessly be shocked at the mess her room holds. Clothes line the
floor, books pile untouched, gathering a smidge of dust. She throws
some scarves on top of her already crowded bed and fishes out the
silvery tiara.
A soft curse passes her rosebud mouth as she notices the bend
on the tiara. 'Mother will have my neck if I ruin another tiara.' She
bites her lower lip subconsciously, a habit that she is unaware of or
she would have dispelled it immediately.
She does not notice the door opening behind her or Queen Lita
Rhea's frown at her daughter's messiness. The frown instantly
disappears as she sees Ryokumi at her most comfortable. In her room,
away from the court, Kumi allows herself a certain leniency. From
biting her lip to standing in a disgraceful fashion, her legs placed
far apart and her body soft and careless, to her mother she is at her
most perfect.
Lita watches as her daughter calls upon the powers of Jupiter.
The lightning flows through the tiara, lightly illuminating Kumi's
face. She frowns as she concentrates, making the lightning melt the
silver and realign it, strenghtening it with a final flourish.
The light dies down and Ryokumi plants the tiara on top of her
abundantly curly hair. Turning around, she finally notices her mother
standing there. She gulps nervously. She isn't supposed to be using her
magic to fix tiaras.
But her mother is far from mad. She seems almost sad.
"Mother? What is the matter?" Her silver voice, though
beautiful, crackles still with the power of Jupiter. She reaches out a
gloved hand and suddenly time stops.
She is surrounded by green and red hills of sand, the sky above
is green-tinted, lightning and thunder rolling angrily above, huge
clouds gather and disperse, moving at incredible speeds. It is the most
beautiful place she has ever seen.
She opens her arms wide and laughs as a lightning bolt rushes
to the ground and strikes near her feet, the pulse of electrons
travelling through her body with huge force. She feels giddy and happy.
Happier than she can ever remember being.
And then he is there. His emerald body shines and his lit wings
crackle with every move. He tosses his lightning-tinged mane and snorts
in welcome.
In awe, she watches as he trots towards her. She reaches out a
hand, noticing that she is not wearing gloves anymore. In fact, she is
now wearing leather pants and a loose shirt with calfskin boots,
something she has never worn in the entirety of her life. But she
doesn't care.
He reaches her hand and blows lightly on her upturned palm,
lightly nibbling the fingers.
"It is nice to finally meet you. Ryokumi."
Ryokumi smiles widely. Finally. Yes, that sounds so right.
"Umahaki. I've been waiting." And she realizes that she has.
"I'm sorry, Kiri. I wanted you to be ready."
She nods, knowing it to be truth. And then she registers what
he has just called her.
"My lovely Kiri." Ryokumi does not need to turn around to know
that the hand grasping her shoulder is her mother's. She looks anyway,
meeting her mother's eyes, eyes that are identical to her own.
"You haven't called me that in ages, mother."
"Only because you didn't like it." She smiles down at her
daughter. "But to Umahaki that is who you are because that is how I
think of you. My Kiri."
"Where are we, mother?"
"You haven't guessed yet? We are in your mind. This is the
place you have prepared for Umahaki. And I must say I like it quite a
bit more than my own." She laughs as Umahaki snorts.
"She only says that because she admires you, Kiri." Umahaki's
deep voice reaches Kumi's ears and she smiles.
"Is that true mother?"
"Hmm? What? What is true?"
It is then that she realizes her mother cannot understand
Umahaki. "Oh. Nothing."
"Your mother wasn't ready for me, Kiri. You are."
"I'm glad he can finally be challenged, though. And I know you
will do that for him. The way I never could." Lita reaches for Umahaki
one last time and allows her hand to soak in the energy that he
emanates just with his presence. "We did have good times, didn't we?"
She sighs, realizing how much she will miss him. "Take good care of him
for me. I am so proud of you, Ryokumi."
At that moment Umahaki spreads his wings and takes off into the
sky, leaving trails of lightning wisping through mother and daughter.
And then they are back, hands clasped and a look of love and
understanding is shared. For a moment Umahaki is physically present
between the two and then he is gone within the depths of Ryokumi's
emerald eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's all folks! ^_^ E-mail at b-chan@fanaticsmworld.com with your
thoughts!
familiar with the concepts introduced in it.
This is to be the prologue(s) to the sequel of The Mage Princess. I say
prologue(s) because there will be five separate ones that will
introduce my readers to the characters. I hope you will enjoy what the
following five parts will hint at and that you will enjoy reading
Dragon Wings.
A few disclaimers: I don't own Sailor Moon... if I did I would be
publishing these stories because I would have enough money to do so...
don't sue me... you'll get nothing out of it!
Characters that are mine and are NOT to be stolen or used in your own
story without my approval are the following:
High Mages Washi, Hou, Kou, Ohamu, Taka, Yuufu and Narcissus; Abura
Kakyuu, Prince Rupert Heron, Kouryou, the Ryuu, the Houou, the Aipen,
Taisei, the Haneko, Ameira, the Umahaki, and Ryokumi.
I guess it's on with the story!
Dragon Wings
PROLOGUE PART III - Emerald Wings
By: Sailor Berkeley
Ryokumi twirls in her new turquoise dress and watches her long
tresses glimmer behind her. She stops in front of the mirror with a
sweet smile. Yes, she looks perfect. Her auburn hair (her father's) is
just the right shade of red, her large green eyes (her mother's)
glitter, surrounded by thick and luscious eyelashes, her lips are just
the right size. Her face is perfect, from her Jovian nose down to the
single freckle gracing her upper lip - a real freckle, not
synthetically made like some of the court ladies'.
Princess Ryokumi Rhea is a true beauty, much to the discomfort
of her parents who feel that she should have at least ONE physical
flaw. At twelve she rivals girls four years her senior in looks and
grace. She smiles at the mirror and nods imperceptibly at her image.
Perfect.
Looking for her tiara, she groans impatiently. Physically
perfect she may be but if anyone were to enter her room they would
doubtlessly be shocked at the mess her room holds. Clothes line the
floor, books pile untouched, gathering a smidge of dust. She throws
some scarves on top of her already crowded bed and fishes out the
silvery tiara.
A soft curse passes her rosebud mouth as she notices the bend
on the tiara. 'Mother will have my neck if I ruin another tiara.' She
bites her lower lip subconsciously, a habit that she is unaware of or
she would have dispelled it immediately.
She does not notice the door opening behind her or Queen Lita
Rhea's frown at her daughter's messiness. The frown instantly
disappears as she sees Ryokumi at her most comfortable. In her room,
away from the court, Kumi allows herself a certain leniency. From
biting her lip to standing in a disgraceful fashion, her legs placed
far apart and her body soft and careless, to her mother she is at her
most perfect.
Lita watches as her daughter calls upon the powers of Jupiter.
The lightning flows through the tiara, lightly illuminating Kumi's
face. She frowns as she concentrates, making the lightning melt the
silver and realign it, strenghtening it with a final flourish.
The light dies down and Ryokumi plants the tiara on top of her
abundantly curly hair. Turning around, she finally notices her mother
standing there. She gulps nervously. She isn't supposed to be using her
magic to fix tiaras.
But her mother is far from mad. She seems almost sad.
"Mother? What is the matter?" Her silver voice, though
beautiful, crackles still with the power of Jupiter. She reaches out a
gloved hand and suddenly time stops.
She is surrounded by green and red hills of sand, the sky above
is green-tinted, lightning and thunder rolling angrily above, huge
clouds gather and disperse, moving at incredible speeds. It is the most
beautiful place she has ever seen.
She opens her arms wide and laughs as a lightning bolt rushes
to the ground and strikes near her feet, the pulse of electrons
travelling through her body with huge force. She feels giddy and happy.
Happier than she can ever remember being.
And then he is there. His emerald body shines and his lit wings
crackle with every move. He tosses his lightning-tinged mane and snorts
in welcome.
In awe, she watches as he trots towards her. She reaches out a
hand, noticing that she is not wearing gloves anymore. In fact, she is
now wearing leather pants and a loose shirt with calfskin boots,
something she has never worn in the entirety of her life. But she
doesn't care.
He reaches her hand and blows lightly on her upturned palm,
lightly nibbling the fingers.
"It is nice to finally meet you. Ryokumi."
Ryokumi smiles widely. Finally. Yes, that sounds so right.
"Umahaki. I've been waiting." And she realizes that she has.
"I'm sorry, Kiri. I wanted you to be ready."
She nods, knowing it to be truth. And then she registers what
he has just called her.
"My lovely Kiri." Ryokumi does not need to turn around to know
that the hand grasping her shoulder is her mother's. She looks anyway,
meeting her mother's eyes, eyes that are identical to her own.
"You haven't called me that in ages, mother."
"Only because you didn't like it." She smiles down at her
daughter. "But to Umahaki that is who you are because that is how I
think of you. My Kiri."
"Where are we, mother?"
"You haven't guessed yet? We are in your mind. This is the
place you have prepared for Umahaki. And I must say I like it quite a
bit more than my own." She laughs as Umahaki snorts.
"She only says that because she admires you, Kiri." Umahaki's
deep voice reaches Kumi's ears and she smiles.
"Is that true mother?"
"Hmm? What? What is true?"
It is then that she realizes her mother cannot understand
Umahaki. "Oh. Nothing."
"Your mother wasn't ready for me, Kiri. You are."
"I'm glad he can finally be challenged, though. And I know you
will do that for him. The way I never could." Lita reaches for Umahaki
one last time and allows her hand to soak in the energy that he
emanates just with his presence. "We did have good times, didn't we?"
She sighs, realizing how much she will miss him. "Take good care of him
for me. I am so proud of you, Ryokumi."
At that moment Umahaki spreads his wings and takes off into the
sky, leaving trails of lightning wisping through mother and daughter.
And then they are back, hands clasped and a look of love and
understanding is shared. For a moment Umahaki is physically present
between the two and then he is gone within the depths of Ryokumi's
emerald eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
That's all folks! ^_^ E-mail at b-chan@fanaticsmworld.com with your
thoughts!