Chpt. 8 - The Worlds Future, Her Past
Three, that made three now. It didn't make any sense, how could there be three. She had made a point of it to lock her door the night before. There was no way anyone could have entered her room to leave her yet another mysterious sign. Her mind rushed with jumbled thought after thought until finally she thought that she may make herself sick. Trying to make some sense of this she slowed the whirling mass of images that flooded her brain and began to allow logic into her thought processes. Who does she know who has acess to white roses. Well, there was Darien, but as far as she knew he was with Serena until late in the night. There was only one other person whom she had ever seen with a white rose, but what reason would he have for leaving anything for her? What reason should she have for accepting it even if he did? This wasn't making any sense to her at all and yet again, all she wanted to do was cry. The scent of the Rose she held wafted to her face and she breathed deeply of the air. For some reason, a sudden calm overtook her. The wells of tears her eyes had become dried and her mouth, though it did not quite smile, showed no sign of frustration or fear. The air about her took on the scent of roses as she inhaled slowly and then let a long breath back out and in an instant, it all came back to her.
~She no longer stood amoungest her room, draped in pink and the light of early morning. No, instead she was traveling quickly through a swirl of colors and lights which she recognized all to well. Though she had never left the place where she stood, her mind traveled through the halls of time toward the distant future, her present. With a jolt unlike any she had ever felt before she found herself standing in the gardens of her true home, the crystal palace of the moon. In the distance she could see her mother standing on the balcony to her room staring out at the evening sky. Beside her stood Darien, her father, and King of the Moon nation. Slowly she turned to exaimin the area in which she was. Everything was all so familiar, she was home, but why?
To her right, her left, on every side of her there were rose bushes, the recolection hit her that she must have been in the maze. The plants on all sides of her were well trimmed and she remebered that she loved to come here before she was sent to the past for her training. Taking and unsteady step forward she began to walk slowly through the maze, taking in the familiar scent of home, the scent of roses. Her feet moved more quickly now, her destination was desided. Abruptly she broke from the tangle of paths within the maze to find herself in a large open area, positioned directly in the center. Here could be found a small fountain with a statue depicing her Grandmother, the original Serenity who sacraficed her self to save those she loved. Also there was a small apple tree, vibrant green with health. It's shining red apples just begged for one to reach out and take one, but Rini did not. Instead she moved to the shade beneath the tree and stared down at a small stone bench, just big enough for two. There was something about the place, something that she was supposed to remeber but it just wouldn't break through. She looked on, forcing herself to think until finally she was making her ears buzz. No wait that wasn't her making that buzzing that was... a bee!
Turning she found a small yellow and black insect hovering mear inches from her face and suddenly remembered what it was she disliked so much about the rose maze. Frozen in place, afraid to move for fear that it make come after her, she focused her eyes on the small creature and cried out silently for help. No sooner had she thought the plea before the creature before her was gone. With a gust of wind and a flash of green and white it had just vanished. Stunned she remainded as she had been, confused beyond measure as to what had just happened. Gaining the ability to process thoughts once again she made the concious move to look again at her surroundings. Her bright pink eyes quickly fell onto a form she had not noticed before, half hidden in the shadows of evening. Stone still he stood, anyone else would have mistaken him for yet another statue. He seemed so familiar, yet she could not recall from where they had met, or when. Her memory, so fuzzy, tried it's best to place him somewhere in her life. There was no way that she could have run into another that had an appearance as odd as his. Dressed in all white, his outfit had a strangely arabian look to it. There was only one other she had ever seen that began to resemble him. That was the form Darien's mind took when he could not become Tuxedo mask due to his memory laps. But this being was far to small to be Darien, besides he was still on the balcony with Serina.
She continued to stare, trying to place him in her mind. The white clothe that draped over his head was held in place by a ring of fabric formed by three entertwinded pieces of clothe going from his forehead around to the back where they were tied in place like a bandana. The clothe draped down over the back of his neck, passing the clothe that wrapped up over his face to cover his mouth and nose. His long sleeved white top billowed out in the arms to meet with the tipless white gloves he wore on each hand and was held fastened in the front by a small pin resembling the sun which also appeared to holed in place a long white cape that draped over his sholder and back. His long white pants billowed out in the same fasion as his shirt. Held up by a white sash and tucked into what appeared to be shoes made of white clothe. As her eyes traveled from head to foot and back to head again there was one peice that did not seem to fit in the uniform cleanliness of his apparel. Directly below the ring of clothe that held his headclothe on there jutted out a tuft of spiked hair. Appearing to be blonde in the light of the dieing day the long hair traveled down the entiredty of the right side of his face covering all that might have been seen there, leaving the only portion of his face that was visible as his left eye.
He winked once at the small girl, a glint in his eyes that could only be assumed as amusment. Quickly his head bobbed forward in a small nod, indicating for her to look around the other way. Rini's head turned slowly, her pink pig-tails bouncing slightly with the motion, to rest on what lay behind her. There, standing steady as time itself, was the vibrant green and the dark brown of the apple tree, and planted firmly into the bark of the tree was a single white rose. Pinned to the tree by the stem of the rose was the bee that had only moments before hovered in her face. The insect squirmed slightly as it attempted to remove itself from the hold that the bloom had on it's wings. Rini's head snapped back toward the mysterious boy, only to find that he had gone, just as instantaniously as he had appeared. Returning to the sight of the lightening quick rose that was now held in place by the bark of the tree, she stared in awe at the fact that someone who she didn't even know whould arive, just as she needed them, protect her, and then be gone. Moveing toward the tree Rini reached out and snatched the rose carefuly from the grasp of the tree which now held it. As she watched the failed attempts of the yellow and black bug to regain flight she noticed for the first time a small marking on the tree she had not before. Right above where the mystery boy's rose had pinned the insect to the tree was carved her name, wrapped in the outline of a heart. Her mind was boggled at the sight of her name, so obviously caved by anothers hand. There was little time to ponder such things, though, as the edges of the world around her seemed to blur and then distort all together. Once again she flew through the reaches of space and time. Colors whirled past her in patternes both beautiful and dizzying.~
Large pink eyes snapped open, a small girl standing in the middle of a predominantely pink room appeared lost and confused. Rini wracked her mind in the hopes that she could make sense of what she had just seen, what she was supposed to remeber.
'Who was he'
Her mind spoke softly to itself. There was something about him, somthing both comforting and warming to her soul. She thought back to him and, surprising to even herself, smiled. Slowly she lifted the bloom whose scent had brought this trip about to her face only to find that she now grasped that with which she had awoken, and that which she had brought back from her memories. Holding the two of them close to her face and breathed deeply the scent of present and future combined. It felt good to remeber, she thought, but there was still one thing that made no sense in her mind. If she could remeber so vibrantly the future which was her past, why should she forget the one boy who seemed to play such a big role in her life...
Three, that made three now. It didn't make any sense, how could there be three. She had made a point of it to lock her door the night before. There was no way anyone could have entered her room to leave her yet another mysterious sign. Her mind rushed with jumbled thought after thought until finally she thought that she may make herself sick. Trying to make some sense of this she slowed the whirling mass of images that flooded her brain and began to allow logic into her thought processes. Who does she know who has acess to white roses. Well, there was Darien, but as far as she knew he was with Serena until late in the night. There was only one other person whom she had ever seen with a white rose, but what reason would he have for leaving anything for her? What reason should she have for accepting it even if he did? This wasn't making any sense to her at all and yet again, all she wanted to do was cry. The scent of the Rose she held wafted to her face and she breathed deeply of the air. For some reason, a sudden calm overtook her. The wells of tears her eyes had become dried and her mouth, though it did not quite smile, showed no sign of frustration or fear. The air about her took on the scent of roses as she inhaled slowly and then let a long breath back out and in an instant, it all came back to her.
~She no longer stood amoungest her room, draped in pink and the light of early morning. No, instead she was traveling quickly through a swirl of colors and lights which she recognized all to well. Though she had never left the place where she stood, her mind traveled through the halls of time toward the distant future, her present. With a jolt unlike any she had ever felt before she found herself standing in the gardens of her true home, the crystal palace of the moon. In the distance she could see her mother standing on the balcony to her room staring out at the evening sky. Beside her stood Darien, her father, and King of the Moon nation. Slowly she turned to exaimin the area in which she was. Everything was all so familiar, she was home, but why?
To her right, her left, on every side of her there were rose bushes, the recolection hit her that she must have been in the maze. The plants on all sides of her were well trimmed and she remebered that she loved to come here before she was sent to the past for her training. Taking and unsteady step forward she began to walk slowly through the maze, taking in the familiar scent of home, the scent of roses. Her feet moved more quickly now, her destination was desided. Abruptly she broke from the tangle of paths within the maze to find herself in a large open area, positioned directly in the center. Here could be found a small fountain with a statue depicing her Grandmother, the original Serenity who sacraficed her self to save those she loved. Also there was a small apple tree, vibrant green with health. It's shining red apples just begged for one to reach out and take one, but Rini did not. Instead she moved to the shade beneath the tree and stared down at a small stone bench, just big enough for two. There was something about the place, something that she was supposed to remeber but it just wouldn't break through. She looked on, forcing herself to think until finally she was making her ears buzz. No wait that wasn't her making that buzzing that was... a bee!
Turning she found a small yellow and black insect hovering mear inches from her face and suddenly remembered what it was she disliked so much about the rose maze. Frozen in place, afraid to move for fear that it make come after her, she focused her eyes on the small creature and cried out silently for help. No sooner had she thought the plea before the creature before her was gone. With a gust of wind and a flash of green and white it had just vanished. Stunned she remainded as she had been, confused beyond measure as to what had just happened. Gaining the ability to process thoughts once again she made the concious move to look again at her surroundings. Her bright pink eyes quickly fell onto a form she had not noticed before, half hidden in the shadows of evening. Stone still he stood, anyone else would have mistaken him for yet another statue. He seemed so familiar, yet she could not recall from where they had met, or when. Her memory, so fuzzy, tried it's best to place him somewhere in her life. There was no way that she could have run into another that had an appearance as odd as his. Dressed in all white, his outfit had a strangely arabian look to it. There was only one other she had ever seen that began to resemble him. That was the form Darien's mind took when he could not become Tuxedo mask due to his memory laps. But this being was far to small to be Darien, besides he was still on the balcony with Serina.
She continued to stare, trying to place him in her mind. The white clothe that draped over his head was held in place by a ring of fabric formed by three entertwinded pieces of clothe going from his forehead around to the back where they were tied in place like a bandana. The clothe draped down over the back of his neck, passing the clothe that wrapped up over his face to cover his mouth and nose. His long sleeved white top billowed out in the arms to meet with the tipless white gloves he wore on each hand and was held fastened in the front by a small pin resembling the sun which also appeared to holed in place a long white cape that draped over his sholder and back. His long white pants billowed out in the same fasion as his shirt. Held up by a white sash and tucked into what appeared to be shoes made of white clothe. As her eyes traveled from head to foot and back to head again there was one peice that did not seem to fit in the uniform cleanliness of his apparel. Directly below the ring of clothe that held his headclothe on there jutted out a tuft of spiked hair. Appearing to be blonde in the light of the dieing day the long hair traveled down the entiredty of the right side of his face covering all that might have been seen there, leaving the only portion of his face that was visible as his left eye.
He winked once at the small girl, a glint in his eyes that could only be assumed as amusment. Quickly his head bobbed forward in a small nod, indicating for her to look around the other way. Rini's head turned slowly, her pink pig-tails bouncing slightly with the motion, to rest on what lay behind her. There, standing steady as time itself, was the vibrant green and the dark brown of the apple tree, and planted firmly into the bark of the tree was a single white rose. Pinned to the tree by the stem of the rose was the bee that had only moments before hovered in her face. The insect squirmed slightly as it attempted to remove itself from the hold that the bloom had on it's wings. Rini's head snapped back toward the mysterious boy, only to find that he had gone, just as instantaniously as he had appeared. Returning to the sight of the lightening quick rose that was now held in place by the bark of the tree, she stared in awe at the fact that someone who she didn't even know whould arive, just as she needed them, protect her, and then be gone. Moveing toward the tree Rini reached out and snatched the rose carefuly from the grasp of the tree which now held it. As she watched the failed attempts of the yellow and black bug to regain flight she noticed for the first time a small marking on the tree she had not before. Right above where the mystery boy's rose had pinned the insect to the tree was carved her name, wrapped in the outline of a heart. Her mind was boggled at the sight of her name, so obviously caved by anothers hand. There was little time to ponder such things, though, as the edges of the world around her seemed to blur and then distort all together. Once again she flew through the reaches of space and time. Colors whirled past her in patternes both beautiful and dizzying.~
Large pink eyes snapped open, a small girl standing in the middle of a predominantely pink room appeared lost and confused. Rini wracked her mind in the hopes that she could make sense of what she had just seen, what she was supposed to remeber.
'Who was he'
Her mind spoke softly to itself. There was something about him, somthing both comforting and warming to her soul. She thought back to him and, surprising to even herself, smiled. Slowly she lifted the bloom whose scent had brought this trip about to her face only to find that she now grasped that with which she had awoken, and that which she had brought back from her memories. Holding the two of them close to her face and breathed deeply the scent of present and future combined. It felt good to remeber, she thought, but there was still one thing that made no sense in her mind. If she could remeber so vibrantly the future which was her past, why should she forget the one boy who seemed to play such a big role in her life...