Hi, it's me again. Here's the first chapter, hope you enjoy it. ^_^
Chapter 1: Princess in Slavery
Beryl glanced at the girl, "Hurry up, you oaf. I want my breakfast," she ordered.
Serena struggled with the heavy tray. Ever since the fall of her kingdom five years ago, she became a slave, like her people, to Queen Beryl, the woman who brought the Alliance down. 'I wonder where the Senshi are now. Did they escape Beryl? Or were they enslaved as well, but kept their true identities hidden?' the former princess asked herself silently.
"What part of hurry up don't you understand?" Beryl demanded. Beckoning to the guards, she told one of them, "Fifty lashes to the girl."
Serena cringed inside. Fifty lashes is going to be worse than hell, 'Beryl must be in a bad mood today. She never have never given more than twenty lashes before to anyone.' But even twenty lashes could kill someone, as Serena found out the hard way. Indeed, Beryl's henchmen are merciless, the whips are always covered with something extra, such as broken glass or thorns from roses. No one have ever survived twenty lashes from one of Beryl's minions, the most Serena have ever received was fifteen, and even that was a nightmare she wished to forget. "No," she whispered. Without the Silver Imperial Crystal inside of her, her people will never escape Beryl, and being the last surviving member of the Lunarian Royal Family, the Crystal would be useless to anyone else after her death.
"You Majesty," a messenger stepped into the throne room and bowed.
"Yes?" Beryl glared at the one who dared to interrupt her punishment of her slave.
The messenger shrank at her glare, but gave his message all the same. "I have news of the Royal Prince of the Golden Kingdom," he began nervously.
Beryl's eyes shone, "Well? What about Prince Endymion?" she asked with a hungry look in her eyes. Serena rolled her eyes, everyone knew of the Queen's fancy of the handsome prince. Beryl met the prince three years ago, when he was sixteen, and ever since then, have fallen hopelessly in love with the heir.
The messenger shifted uncomfortably, "He sends his regards, Your Majesty. He also mentioned that he would be visiting the Moon soon."
Beryl gasped with surprise, "He's coming to the Moon?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I do believe his parents is considering a marriage between Your Majesty and His Highness," the messenger bowed again.
Beryl turned to her guards, momentarily forgetting about Serena, "Prepare the palace for the arrival of His Highness," she ordered. "I want everything to be absolutely perfect."
"As Your Majesty wishes," the servants bowed and left. Serena fled with them.
***
"A marriage with Beryl?" Endymion paced in his room. "Why her? She's got to be the ugliest woman I've ever met!"
"Also the most powerful," Zoisite remarked. "After all, she brought down Queen Serenity. Even you father couldn't do that with his Golden Crystal."
Endymion waved a hand, "Queen Serenity is a cruel and unnatural queen, she sold her soul to the devil for her Crystal, of course the gods planned her doom."
Malachite looked at his liege, "You have to admit, an alliance between the Earth and the Moon would be helpful."
"I agree with Endy, Beryl's got to be the ugliest woman alive," Jadeite shook his head. "She gives me creeps.
"She gives everyone creeps, with the possible exception of Malachite, who, as far as anyone knows, have a heart of stone, and therefore cannot be frightened," Nephrite drawled.
Malachite glared, but his voice remained emotionless, "Endymion, you are to leave for a week long visit on the Moon in two days."
Endymion sighed, "A week, seven days. Oh well, it could be worse." He waved his hand, "Let's start packing."
***
Two days later, Endymion and his generals arrived on the Moon. Queen Beryl greeted them in her throne room, with Serena as her servant.
"Prince Endymion, it's such a pleasure to see you again," the queen purred. Serena rolled her eyes at Beryl's obvious display of affection.
Endymion bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Please, allow me to introduce my generals and guardians, Head General Malachite."
Malachite stepped forward and bowed, his silver hair and cape fluttered a little due to the gentle breeze. "Thank you for having us, Your Majesty."
"General Zoisite." Zoisite bowed, his green eyes sharp as he surveyed the queen closely.
"General Nephrite." Nephrite's blue eyes were concerned as he bowed. The stars warned him about trouble on the Moon.
"And General Jadeite." Jadeite stepped forward and bowed, smirking the whole time.
Serenity looked at the Terran prince and his generals. They held themselves with confidence and dignity, and of course, arrogance. 'I think the Senshi could beat them," Serena thought with pain. For five years, she had lived, not knowing the fate of her friends and guardians. 'Did they survive by escaping to another land? Or were they killed so Beryl's reign would not be threatened?' Serena didn't dare to hope that they survived as a member of the palace. She would have heard of their death, or their capture. News like this is what Beryl uses to keep the Lunarian people in check, the news that their princesses were in slavery, or dead. "Huh?" she asked, realizing Beryl was talking to her.
Beryl was furious, "You clumsy, deaf girl. Do you think you are still the princess? You are a slave now! I said, show the prince and his generals their rooms."
Serena gulped, much to the amusement of the men, "Yes, Your Majesty," she bowed her head. "Your Highness? My Lords? Would you follow me?" she asked.
"Lead the way, girl. And don't dawdle," Malachite ordered, and the group left.
***
"Here is your room, Prince Endymion," Serena gestured to a suite of grandly furnished rooms. "If you need anything, please feel free to call one of the maids," she recited the standard phrase. Then Serena turned to the generals, "Your rooms are down this hall. Now, please excuse me, for I have to go and help in the kitchen."
Endymion looked at the girl thoughtfully, "I wasn't aware slaves were taught such flowery languages."
"They aren't," snorted Zoisite. "Didn't you hear Queen Beryl? Apparently, she was a princess. My guess is that she was the Moon Princess, brought to slavery when her kingdom was ruined."
"The Moon Queen's daughter?" Endymion sounded surprised. "I thought the Moon Queen was an ugly and cruel woman. How did she have such a beautiful daughter?"
"She was cruel all right. But Lunarians are naturally fair, it's no surprise that her own daughter is beautiful. But beware, Darien, she will use her beauty to seduce you," Nephrite warned.
Endymion's eyes widened, "Seduce? She seemed so innocent. Certainly more innocent than Queen Beryl."
"Looks can be deceiving, Darien," Zoisite drawled. "Indeed, many thought the Moon Queen to be a fair and just ruler. She fooled this pitiful Lunarian people, they still follow her, even after her true intentions were exposed."
Malachite rolled his eyes, "Zoi, what can these people do against magic? The Moon Queen enchanted them, just as she had enchanted the other planetary rulers. Other than King Endymion, of course," he added.
Jadeite shook his head, "From a royal to a slave. I almost feel sorry for her. But what happened to her court? Weren't there eight other princesses?"
"No one knows where they are," Malachite replied. "Rumors say that three died in the attack, but no one ever saw their bodies. Lunarians thrive on the thought that one of their royal princesses may be alive."
"A useless hope if you ask me," Nephrite cut in. "No one could hide that long. Think about it, five years. People are bound to realize if they have a royal among them. They are probably all just dead."
Endymion didn't say anything. He went out to the balcony, and found himself thinking of the enslaved princess. Her image was everywhere he looked, the fountains, the garden, even the crescent image of his own blue planet. 'Why do I keep thinking of her? How can a mere slave affect me that much?' he wondered silently. The wind whispered a plea to the thinking prince, but Endymion was too preoccupied to pay attention. Turning, he went back his room and engaged a discussion with his generals about the battle tactics.
***
I know, I know, awkward ending, but I can't think of anything better. So what do you think of the story so far? Any suggestions for the plot? Please leave a review! By the way, dreaming star, excuse me for not having longer chapters, but I do have something called schoolwork!
Chapter 1: Princess in Slavery
Beryl glanced at the girl, "Hurry up, you oaf. I want my breakfast," she ordered.
Serena struggled with the heavy tray. Ever since the fall of her kingdom five years ago, she became a slave, like her people, to Queen Beryl, the woman who brought the Alliance down. 'I wonder where the Senshi are now. Did they escape Beryl? Or were they enslaved as well, but kept their true identities hidden?' the former princess asked herself silently.
"What part of hurry up don't you understand?" Beryl demanded. Beckoning to the guards, she told one of them, "Fifty lashes to the girl."
Serena cringed inside. Fifty lashes is going to be worse than hell, 'Beryl must be in a bad mood today. She never have never given more than twenty lashes before to anyone.' But even twenty lashes could kill someone, as Serena found out the hard way. Indeed, Beryl's henchmen are merciless, the whips are always covered with something extra, such as broken glass or thorns from roses. No one have ever survived twenty lashes from one of Beryl's minions, the most Serena have ever received was fifteen, and even that was a nightmare she wished to forget. "No," she whispered. Without the Silver Imperial Crystal inside of her, her people will never escape Beryl, and being the last surviving member of the Lunarian Royal Family, the Crystal would be useless to anyone else after her death.
"You Majesty," a messenger stepped into the throne room and bowed.
"Yes?" Beryl glared at the one who dared to interrupt her punishment of her slave.
The messenger shrank at her glare, but gave his message all the same. "I have news of the Royal Prince of the Golden Kingdom," he began nervously.
Beryl's eyes shone, "Well? What about Prince Endymion?" she asked with a hungry look in her eyes. Serena rolled her eyes, everyone knew of the Queen's fancy of the handsome prince. Beryl met the prince three years ago, when he was sixteen, and ever since then, have fallen hopelessly in love with the heir.
The messenger shifted uncomfortably, "He sends his regards, Your Majesty. He also mentioned that he would be visiting the Moon soon."
Beryl gasped with surprise, "He's coming to the Moon?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I do believe his parents is considering a marriage between Your Majesty and His Highness," the messenger bowed again.
Beryl turned to her guards, momentarily forgetting about Serena, "Prepare the palace for the arrival of His Highness," she ordered. "I want everything to be absolutely perfect."
"As Your Majesty wishes," the servants bowed and left. Serena fled with them.
***
"A marriage with Beryl?" Endymion paced in his room. "Why her? She's got to be the ugliest woman I've ever met!"
"Also the most powerful," Zoisite remarked. "After all, she brought down Queen Serenity. Even you father couldn't do that with his Golden Crystal."
Endymion waved a hand, "Queen Serenity is a cruel and unnatural queen, she sold her soul to the devil for her Crystal, of course the gods planned her doom."
Malachite looked at his liege, "You have to admit, an alliance between the Earth and the Moon would be helpful."
"I agree with Endy, Beryl's got to be the ugliest woman alive," Jadeite shook his head. "She gives me creeps.
"She gives everyone creeps, with the possible exception of Malachite, who, as far as anyone knows, have a heart of stone, and therefore cannot be frightened," Nephrite drawled.
Malachite glared, but his voice remained emotionless, "Endymion, you are to leave for a week long visit on the Moon in two days."
Endymion sighed, "A week, seven days. Oh well, it could be worse." He waved his hand, "Let's start packing."
***
Two days later, Endymion and his generals arrived on the Moon. Queen Beryl greeted them in her throne room, with Serena as her servant.
"Prince Endymion, it's such a pleasure to see you again," the queen purred. Serena rolled her eyes at Beryl's obvious display of affection.
Endymion bowed, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Please, allow me to introduce my generals and guardians, Head General Malachite."
Malachite stepped forward and bowed, his silver hair and cape fluttered a little due to the gentle breeze. "Thank you for having us, Your Majesty."
"General Zoisite." Zoisite bowed, his green eyes sharp as he surveyed the queen closely.
"General Nephrite." Nephrite's blue eyes were concerned as he bowed. The stars warned him about trouble on the Moon.
"And General Jadeite." Jadeite stepped forward and bowed, smirking the whole time.
Serenity looked at the Terran prince and his generals. They held themselves with confidence and dignity, and of course, arrogance. 'I think the Senshi could beat them," Serena thought with pain. For five years, she had lived, not knowing the fate of her friends and guardians. 'Did they survive by escaping to another land? Or were they killed so Beryl's reign would not be threatened?' Serena didn't dare to hope that they survived as a member of the palace. She would have heard of their death, or their capture. News like this is what Beryl uses to keep the Lunarian people in check, the news that their princesses were in slavery, or dead. "Huh?" she asked, realizing Beryl was talking to her.
Beryl was furious, "You clumsy, deaf girl. Do you think you are still the princess? You are a slave now! I said, show the prince and his generals their rooms."
Serena gulped, much to the amusement of the men, "Yes, Your Majesty," she bowed her head. "Your Highness? My Lords? Would you follow me?" she asked.
"Lead the way, girl. And don't dawdle," Malachite ordered, and the group left.
***
"Here is your room, Prince Endymion," Serena gestured to a suite of grandly furnished rooms. "If you need anything, please feel free to call one of the maids," she recited the standard phrase. Then Serena turned to the generals, "Your rooms are down this hall. Now, please excuse me, for I have to go and help in the kitchen."
Endymion looked at the girl thoughtfully, "I wasn't aware slaves were taught such flowery languages."
"They aren't," snorted Zoisite. "Didn't you hear Queen Beryl? Apparently, she was a princess. My guess is that she was the Moon Princess, brought to slavery when her kingdom was ruined."
"The Moon Queen's daughter?" Endymion sounded surprised. "I thought the Moon Queen was an ugly and cruel woman. How did she have such a beautiful daughter?"
"She was cruel all right. But Lunarians are naturally fair, it's no surprise that her own daughter is beautiful. But beware, Darien, she will use her beauty to seduce you," Nephrite warned.
Endymion's eyes widened, "Seduce? She seemed so innocent. Certainly more innocent than Queen Beryl."
"Looks can be deceiving, Darien," Zoisite drawled. "Indeed, many thought the Moon Queen to be a fair and just ruler. She fooled this pitiful Lunarian people, they still follow her, even after her true intentions were exposed."
Malachite rolled his eyes, "Zoi, what can these people do against magic? The Moon Queen enchanted them, just as she had enchanted the other planetary rulers. Other than King Endymion, of course," he added.
Jadeite shook his head, "From a royal to a slave. I almost feel sorry for her. But what happened to her court? Weren't there eight other princesses?"
"No one knows where they are," Malachite replied. "Rumors say that three died in the attack, but no one ever saw their bodies. Lunarians thrive on the thought that one of their royal princesses may be alive."
"A useless hope if you ask me," Nephrite cut in. "No one could hide that long. Think about it, five years. People are bound to realize if they have a royal among them. They are probably all just dead."
Endymion didn't say anything. He went out to the balcony, and found himself thinking of the enslaved princess. Her image was everywhere he looked, the fountains, the garden, even the crescent image of his own blue planet. 'Why do I keep thinking of her? How can a mere slave affect me that much?' he wondered silently. The wind whispered a plea to the thinking prince, but Endymion was too preoccupied to pay attention. Turning, he went back his room and engaged a discussion with his generals about the battle tactics.
***
I know, I know, awkward ending, but I can't think of anything better. So what do you think of the story so far? Any suggestions for the plot? Please leave a review! By the way, dreaming star, excuse me for not having longer chapters, but I do have something called schoolwork!