Hihi! Tis me, Auten, and you lucky lucky folks are viewing the results of my imagination combined with my allergy medicine! Wooohooo! Quick note-like thingie; first off, Sailor Moon and Saint Seiya belong to Naoko Takeuchi and Masami Kurumada respectively. Secondly, since I am posting this in the Sailor Moon section, those of you who do not follow Saint Seiya, I will attempt to explain; Saint Seiya is mostly about five teenage boys who protect Saori Kido, who is in fact, that reincarnation of the goddess Athena. The boys, Hyoga, Seiya, Shun, Ikki, and Shiryu all have a guardian constellation; Cygnus, Pegasus, Andromeda, Phoenix, and Draco respectively. They wear sacred armor referred to as a cloth which can only be damaged by another knight or an extremely powerful force. They are also gifted with superhuman strength and other powers. I am not sure when this is taking place in Saint Seiya time, so just go along with it. As for Sailor Moon time, probably before Stars and after SuperS. Ok...I think that is it. I hope that is it anyways.
Haruka was sitting still, which was an unusual occurrence in itself. Haruka was sitting still, and letting her cigarette dangle from her fingertips, the smoke floating up to twist and blur against the stars. Her leg was drawn up so that she could rest her chin on it, the other tapping the ground in a rhythm that only she knew. The wind picked up, stirring a few strands of corn silk hair, and lines marred her forehead.
"The wind has changed." Michiru stood behind her and slightly to her left, pushing an errant strand of blue hair behind her ear.
"Trouble," Haruka grunted, having known this for quite some time. The wind was restless. Everything was restless smothering underneath the hot blanket of summer. Michiru came to her side, her gauzy dress brushing the blonde's hand.
"And the tide has come too early, and too fast." Her voice, sweet as silver bells, rang in the still night air, disrupting the stifling coverlet, if only for a moment.
"Change...it will rush to greet us, and not with desired effects," Haruka replied. Michiru's silence agreed with Haruka. Both of them were well versed in the ways of the nature, and how shifts in the natural cycle could prophesize an event. Haruka glanced sideways at Michiru, taking a drag from her cigarette. Michiru met her gaze, and wrinkled her nose.
"I wish you wouldn't do that, Haruka. It's bad for the health." The strong, slender fingers of the seated woman twitched slightly, and a cool breeze wound itself around them, carrying away the smoke. Haruka raised her eyebrows at Michiru, who merely sighed, and looked over the lake.
"The lake is very still. Nearly like a mirror," Michiru commented, watching the still water mirror the sky. Haruka shifted her weight uneasily, rubbing her leg where it had begun to fall asleep.
"Everything is too still," she replied darkly, looking around. "By God, Michiru...it's too still." The blue-haired woman nodded her agreement.
"Yes...it is far too still. Even the wind moves hesitantly, as though it knows to stray wearily into the human world. I wonder why."
"You need not wonder anymore." A new voice broke in, rich and deep. Unlike Haruka's, it fell musically over the syllables, as though it had known many languages. Haruka and Michiru turned to see the woman who approached them from the side, her steps a whisper in the grass. "Have you seen the stars?" she inquired of them. Haruka shrugged, and Michiru frowned.
"The stars? Why would we watch the stars?" She asked, as though it were a silly question. Setsuna gestured to the heavens.
"If you had, you might have noticed that they have not changed positions for three nights." Following her incredulous observation, there was only the muffled sounds of insects and animals, carefully treading their way through the nighttime world.
"Setsuna, what does that mean?" Haruka asked in a low voice. Cerise eyes watched her carefully as the Guardian of Time considered the both of them.
"It is time to come out of retirement, ladies. The world treads carefully through its orbit, the planets are cautious; the stars have completely ceased their movement, and hang frozen in the sky. There is something on the prowl, and my guess is that Earth is its first stop."