I don't own Sailor Moon Naoko Takeuchi does. I also don't own Ruroni Kenshin
(though there are only a few meantions of it). I'm just borrowing Their characters. I also
ask forgiveness if this chapter seems a little dry. It's merely a set up chapter. Finally
I'm using the North American names for everyone but Setsuna. Don't like that? Then
use the back button.
The Wanderer
Part one: Book of Destinies
By
Lance the Flamesniper
Many eons ago there came into existance a book. It was not a great novel,
though it gained over the years many epic tales. It was not a book of magic and yet
it possessed magic of it's own. It wasn't necessarily a book of knowledge and yet in
it there was wisdom. It was however a book that was old before the Silver Millenium
was even young. Despite it magic, it's epic tales and it's wisdom no one actually
wanted to find this book.
For you see, once this book was found, it stayed with the finder. It compelled
the finder to wander and would not go away until the user died. Even that was not an
easy task for the holder of the book. It froze the user at the age they found it and would
only allow them to fall to a violent death. As compensation the tome would record the
finders adventures until the day they'd fall. The book's name is the Book of Destinies.
In the time of the Silver Millenium the book belonged to Tallik' dinn. A volunteer
in service to the Moon Queen. His career was blessidly boring, until he fell in early days
of the battle that would lead to the Final Night. By that time he had been the six hundred
and ninety ninth keeper.
The keepers were cursed with youth. They were cursed with Semi-immortality.
But they also had a great enemy. When the book was first created a gathering of
mages, warriors, theives and rogues was called. This group became known as the
Conclave. All of them coveted the book, for the power they believed it had. All of them
sold their souls for the chance at it. Most of the original Conclave was wiped out. But
they always found more willing to join.
For many hundreds of years the book remained hidden in a cave in what would
one day be Scandinavia. It had been the hope of the person who buried it that it would
never be found, as it would pose a threat to the future she was charged to create. But,
Fate has a sense of humor that not even Sailor Pluto can conceive of.
The person who would eventually find the Book was a young follower of Odin,
Thor, Freya and Loki. A young Norselander named Elric. As soon as he touched the
book he was struck with wanderlust. He wandered to west where he learned the skills
of knighthood. Eventually legends in England would call him Lancelot. He lived and
loved in Camelot until the day it fell. Years passed as he wandered the world, learning
along the way the magiks the book could teach. Ever present and ever snapping at his
heels was the Conclave and their minions. Eventually he found himself in Japan during
the time before the revolution that brought about the Meiji Restoration. It was there that
he learned of honor and mastered a new kind of sword: the katana. However, like the
infamous Battousai he one day left the field of battle and with it his katana. As with the
Battousai, though Elric didn't know he was following that example, the next blade the
keeper obtained was a reverse blade sword. Much to the Conclave's ire, the Keeper
disappeared that day.
Though both Elric and the Conclave didn't know it, they were being watched
very carefully.
*********
Setsuna Meioh better known to the universe at large as Sailor Pluto paced before
the Gates of Time. Shortly after the fall of the Moon kingdom she'd buried something.
She'd intended it to stay buried. Yet seventeen centuries after she'd buried it someone
found it by accident. Whether or not it had actually been an accident was debatable,
though. Still she knew that the item had the potential to be a threat and watched the latest
Keeper. Elric Blademan as he called himself in the current times seemed to genuinely be
a good soul.
Setsuna sighed. This day had been more than a little problematic. Today had been
the funeral. While she didn't know the deceased save for in the vaguest of vague ways, from
what she knew they'd been good people. People who were cared for deeply and her heart
went out to the young Senshi who'd they'd meant so much to. On some level she knew that
all people die, even she might some day. Still that didn't help the poor girl who had just had
all the family she had taken from her.
********
She felt like crying. Actually she felt like screaming. How could they have died like
that? The plane they were on had hit a bout of turbulance and managed to smash nosefirst
into Mount Fuji. There were no survivors. Not even Sailor Moon's silver crystal could help,
though she did offer to try. Slowly she rolled onto her back and stared banefully at the
ceiling of her room. She was all alone now. Sure she had her friends, but she didn't have
anyone who was just hers anymore.
At the moment, being Raye Hino royally sucked.
**********
Bourbon Street in New Orleans was a wonderful place. One could come to this
town and feel it's mix of French and English culture. It was in the air, the food, the people
and the music. There was other things in New Orleans too. It was full of old, powerful
magic. All one had to do was look and listen.
Elric had first come here when the blues, jazz and southern bluegrass had first
started. There was something soulful about the music that had caught his ear. But it was
also the people who caught his attention. They seemed to enjoy and celebrate every
aspect of life. They celebrated Birth as equally as death. It was because of this that Elric
kept coming back here.
How long had it been since he'd found the Book of Destinies? He'd lost track of
time somewhere around World War two. It was easy to lose track of things during a war
though. Especially since the invention of bombs. "Time moves ever forward," Elirc mumbled
as he sipped his mead. "And all man can do is find new ways to kill each other. Surely
there is more to this world than hatred, fear and death."
"Dere is," a nearby man spoke. "There be love you betcha. I GUAR-an-TEE you'll
be a findin' some someday. you just gotta be keepin' dem eyes open."
Elric nodded and offered the man a toast. "I hear you. Maybe all I need is to look
somewhere else."
"Well my friend," the same man spoke. "Dere be a boat leavin' at midnight fer the
isles of Japan. Mebbe you can find what ya look for dere?"
"You know," Elric said as he left some cash on his table. "That just might be an
idea."
TBC
(though there are only a few meantions of it). I'm just borrowing Their characters. I also
ask forgiveness if this chapter seems a little dry. It's merely a set up chapter. Finally
I'm using the North American names for everyone but Setsuna. Don't like that? Then
use the back button.
The Wanderer
Part one: Book of Destinies
By
Lance the Flamesniper
Many eons ago there came into existance a book. It was not a great novel,
though it gained over the years many epic tales. It was not a book of magic and yet
it possessed magic of it's own. It wasn't necessarily a book of knowledge and yet in
it there was wisdom. It was however a book that was old before the Silver Millenium
was even young. Despite it magic, it's epic tales and it's wisdom no one actually
wanted to find this book.
For you see, once this book was found, it stayed with the finder. It compelled
the finder to wander and would not go away until the user died. Even that was not an
easy task for the holder of the book. It froze the user at the age they found it and would
only allow them to fall to a violent death. As compensation the tome would record the
finders adventures until the day they'd fall. The book's name is the Book of Destinies.
In the time of the Silver Millenium the book belonged to Tallik' dinn. A volunteer
in service to the Moon Queen. His career was blessidly boring, until he fell in early days
of the battle that would lead to the Final Night. By that time he had been the six hundred
and ninety ninth keeper.
The keepers were cursed with youth. They were cursed with Semi-immortality.
But they also had a great enemy. When the book was first created a gathering of
mages, warriors, theives and rogues was called. This group became known as the
Conclave. All of them coveted the book, for the power they believed it had. All of them
sold their souls for the chance at it. Most of the original Conclave was wiped out. But
they always found more willing to join.
For many hundreds of years the book remained hidden in a cave in what would
one day be Scandinavia. It had been the hope of the person who buried it that it would
never be found, as it would pose a threat to the future she was charged to create. But,
Fate has a sense of humor that not even Sailor Pluto can conceive of.
The person who would eventually find the Book was a young follower of Odin,
Thor, Freya and Loki. A young Norselander named Elric. As soon as he touched the
book he was struck with wanderlust. He wandered to west where he learned the skills
of knighthood. Eventually legends in England would call him Lancelot. He lived and
loved in Camelot until the day it fell. Years passed as he wandered the world, learning
along the way the magiks the book could teach. Ever present and ever snapping at his
heels was the Conclave and their minions. Eventually he found himself in Japan during
the time before the revolution that brought about the Meiji Restoration. It was there that
he learned of honor and mastered a new kind of sword: the katana. However, like the
infamous Battousai he one day left the field of battle and with it his katana. As with the
Battousai, though Elric didn't know he was following that example, the next blade the
keeper obtained was a reverse blade sword. Much to the Conclave's ire, the Keeper
disappeared that day.
Though both Elric and the Conclave didn't know it, they were being watched
very carefully.
*********
Setsuna Meioh better known to the universe at large as Sailor Pluto paced before
the Gates of Time. Shortly after the fall of the Moon kingdom she'd buried something.
She'd intended it to stay buried. Yet seventeen centuries after she'd buried it someone
found it by accident. Whether or not it had actually been an accident was debatable,
though. Still she knew that the item had the potential to be a threat and watched the latest
Keeper. Elric Blademan as he called himself in the current times seemed to genuinely be
a good soul.
Setsuna sighed. This day had been more than a little problematic. Today had been
the funeral. While she didn't know the deceased save for in the vaguest of vague ways, from
what she knew they'd been good people. People who were cared for deeply and her heart
went out to the young Senshi who'd they'd meant so much to. On some level she knew that
all people die, even she might some day. Still that didn't help the poor girl who had just had
all the family she had taken from her.
********
She felt like crying. Actually she felt like screaming. How could they have died like
that? The plane they were on had hit a bout of turbulance and managed to smash nosefirst
into Mount Fuji. There were no survivors. Not even Sailor Moon's silver crystal could help,
though she did offer to try. Slowly she rolled onto her back and stared banefully at the
ceiling of her room. She was all alone now. Sure she had her friends, but she didn't have
anyone who was just hers anymore.
At the moment, being Raye Hino royally sucked.
**********
Bourbon Street in New Orleans was a wonderful place. One could come to this
town and feel it's mix of French and English culture. It was in the air, the food, the people
and the music. There was other things in New Orleans too. It was full of old, powerful
magic. All one had to do was look and listen.
Elric had first come here when the blues, jazz and southern bluegrass had first
started. There was something soulful about the music that had caught his ear. But it was
also the people who caught his attention. They seemed to enjoy and celebrate every
aspect of life. They celebrated Birth as equally as death. It was because of this that Elric
kept coming back here.
How long had it been since he'd found the Book of Destinies? He'd lost track of
time somewhere around World War two. It was easy to lose track of things during a war
though. Especially since the invention of bombs. "Time moves ever forward," Elirc mumbled
as he sipped his mead. "And all man can do is find new ways to kill each other. Surely
there is more to this world than hatred, fear and death."
"Dere is," a nearby man spoke. "There be love you betcha. I GUAR-an-TEE you'll
be a findin' some someday. you just gotta be keepin' dem eyes open."
Elric nodded and offered the man a toast. "I hear you. Maybe all I need is to look
somewhere else."
"Well my friend," the same man spoke. "Dere be a boat leavin' at midnight fer the
isles of Japan. Mebbe you can find what ya look for dere?"
"You know," Elric said as he left some cash on his table. "That just might be an
idea."
TBC