Disclaimer I don't own Sailor Moon or Sailor V. They are properties of
Naoko Takeuchi. Also, I'm using the japanese names, but no Japanese words,
so senshi becomes soldier, henshin becomes transform, and fuku becomes
uniform. Thanks!
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Fate Steps In
Prologue
There was a soft light coming from the top window of the house on the corner. Looking in, he saw his beloved remove her red hair ribbon and proceed to brush out her long blonde locks. She was humming an old tune by the 3 Lights. Her bright blue eyes rested on a beautiful pearl that was sitting on her vanity. Sighing whistfully, she picked it up, uttering, "Ace-kun."
'I'm here, Venus-hime. You just can't see me.' The young man's eyes reflected his sadness as he floated in the air, level with the window.
'Danburite.' A soft voice cut across his thoughts, right into his head. He turned and spied a soldier dressed in a uniform of pure white and matching boots, her head adorned with a delicate silver crown that was a few shades darker than her waist-length, silvery-white hair. Her ice-blue eyes and brightly-colored butterfly wings glistened in the half-light of a dimming street lamp.
"Who are you?" The shade that was once Saijou Ace, a.k.a. Danburite, inquired aloud.
'Your saving grace.' Sailor Reborn held her gloved hand up to Ace. 'It is time.'
There was a soft light coming from the top window of the house on the corner. Looking in, he saw his beloved remove her red hair ribbon and proceed to brush out her long blonde locks. She was humming an old tune by the 3 Lights. Her bright blue eyes rested on a beautiful pearl that was sitting on her vanity. Sighing whistfully, she picked it up, uttering, "Ace-kun."
'I'm here, Venus-hime. You just can't see me.' The young man's eyes reflected his sadness as he floated in the air, level with the window.
'Danburite.' A soft voice cut across his thoughts, right into his head. He turned and spied a soldier dressed in a uniform of pure white and matching boots, her head adorned with a delicate silver crown that was a few shades darker than her waist-length, silvery-white hair. Her ice-blue eyes and brightly-colored butterfly wings glistened in the half-light of a dimming street lamp.
"Who are you?" The shade that was once Saijou Ace, a.k.a. Danburite, inquired aloud.
'Your saving grace.' Sailor Reborn held her gloved hand up to Ace. 'It is time.'