by: Serenity Tenshi
Disclaimer: I do not DBZ, belongs to the rightful creator. Eternity belongs to me, along with the girl, the poem, and all the crap that go along with him.
Chapter 1A gray place.
Ebony shades fading into Ivory.
Pallid shades fading into Jet shades.
A figure floats.
A snowy specter against the hazing silver background. Curled up in a tight ball, as if the world around it would end anytime soon. The only movement is it's shaking and the twinkling star-like tears cascading off from it's head.
Finally after what seems like an eternity. The delicate figure raises its head. Staring into the distance, the female's cropped ebony, silver, and white mixed ringlets and waves fall in mixed layered lengths to her chin. Sorrowfully light and dark hued silver irises flash rainbow-prism colors in one milla-second before flashing to the eerie blank star silver as she gazed forward. Clear tears dripping off her pale high cheeks near her small pink mouth. Fall onto her pulled up knees like tiny falling stars.
Finally the last trade make is a remarkable symbol blaring on her forehead. An open small diamond with a half silver line on top, the lower half and open ¼ white curved line, and the other ¼ of the ending circle black. Two larger longer diamond shaped silver extend from the top and bottom, but not touching. Well three black medium sized diamonds extended from the left and three white diamonds extend from the right. Creating the illusion of a star with a bright silver, mixing with snowy white and darkening ebony.
Looking out into the haze, her soft mature voice speaks shattering the silence.
"When heaven rings with devilish chimes.
A noble woman shall take those tainted petals.
And scatter then across the luminary seas.
The maiden in a cage of balance.
Crying out in fear and shame.
A demon smiles at the angels' prayers.
A brighter star, now fading on those dying winds.
This virtue must face the demon's hands.
To pick-up what is left and to seek eternal rest.
Seeing what was created out her warm and sorrowful filled heart.
Wishing on unforgiving love and saving all that is not holy.
Moonbursts, starlights, and sunbeams.
With are angels blinded by there own unheard commands.
Those lights are true in the deep darkness.
Well once this maiden is dreaming her own dreams.
Plucking that one fiery flower in an ocean of heavenly delights.
Never fearing to thread where both angels and demons fear.
When spilled blood came to her feet.
She gave up her wishes to save the unyielding saints.
Whatever tears she shed, are always forgotten through myths.
Even with the twinkling of Neptune and the glow of mars.
Thrust under the light of night and the darkness of day.
Eden echoing in her fallen form and lakes forming from her fallen tears.
Saints crying as her ashes are vanishing into the night.
Only to be reborn in the skylight of the day.
Well wishing that their desires died and her sacrifice was true and just.
The demons dies at the first light of the winter Elysian.
The demon's tears mixed with her ashes.
Her love forsaking by her rebirth.
Sinning in heaven and blessing in hell.
In a time before time and a place now.
Lasting as a dream, the stars cried at the truth.
Forever dying in a cage of endless betrayal…"
Pulling her body of the ball, and stretching her long shapely legs outward crossing them at the ankles, pulling her hands to her chest. Pulling her hands out again, she pulled a thin silver object off her hand and threw it into the abyss.
Looking outward again, she closed her eyes and long curly thick black lashes fluttered shut as she threw back her head and her symbol flared to life on the top of forehead.
Fading from pale ivory to deep ebony.
His magenta sunrise eyes shot open and he started gasping. Cell clutched his perfect headdress as he tried to clam his breathing. Looking around in his cell he noticed that his stupid cellmates Freeza, Cooler and King Cold were still asleep. Looking out his cell, he notice that most of the other inmates where still asleep.
Leaning his head back onto the cold wall, he closed his eyes. For the few times he slept, he has had the same dream. With the same damn girl, in the same gray place.
He didn't understand and that bothered him. Why him?
Noting really caring, he knew he won't get any more sleep so started thinking of his usually escape plan. Well since he had an eternity, he didn't want to waste it hear.
Hearing footsteps down the hall, he tried out of boredom to see if any new meat would come. He was surprised to see King Enma and two ogres, escorting a tall hooded figure. The slim-built could be told that it was female under the thin ice-blue cloak. Nearing his cell, Cell closed his eyes half way to give the illusion that he was asleep. Passing by, a slim pale hand came to pull the hold down over her face and cell catch a flash of small baby pink lips and a thin silver object on her finger.
Pink lips?
Silver object?
King Enma hook an arm around her and led her to three doors at the end of the hall, Cell not knowing what these doors were, looking out in curiosity. One of the small ogres pulled open a dark metal door where King Enma led the woman inside, no words were said. After she was in King Enma came out and the other ogre locked the door. Finally after starting to exit out the hall making sure that all of the prisoners were asleep, he left. Cell slowly got up, and looked down the hall, he thought he heard soft crying or it was just the wind that blew in the lower chambers of H.F.I.L.
Sitting back down and trying to go back to sleep, a small voice whispered into his ear, "It was for them, and only him…"