Though I know that I am skipping over some events, I can feel that they're getting closer. Soon I will be found and nothing will be able to help me. I must finish this in hopes that my confessions will somehow reach someone! The candle wax lowers inexorably and I am in a frenzy, so I must tell the end now, of how I made my betrayal complete, and not merely to my friends, but to my mother as well.
When I woke up this fateful morning, I was in a good mood. I had the love of a beautiful prince, my friends were happy with me, and I had set my mother's mind at ease with my hard work at studying over the past week. It was a gorgeous morning, and I was happy to be alive as I twirled in front of the full-length mirror, admiring my new white satin gown. I thought for sure that he would come today, and I wanted to look my best. When a knock came on my door, I answered cheerfully, only to find a frightened servant girl standing before me. "Miss...your mother...you're needed in the audience hall," she stammered, her eyes darting back and forth as though she was looking for something to snatch her up in its jaws of a sudden.
Frowning, I dismissed her as I was perfectly able to find the audience hall myself–I did live here, after all–and wondered which council member it was that was in such a bad mood this morning as to so frighten the girl. I merely shrugged it off and was on my way. Along the way I ran into the girls, who wanted to have a morning training session. I agreed to go, but told them that I had been summoned to the audience hall and that it would have to wait until that had been taken care of.
We walked on together, chatting amiably amongst each other while skillfully navigating the confusing corridors. Not a one of us except Mars, perhaps, felt that "impending doom" the tragic heroes always seem to feel in the stories on the day that they die saving the world.
But then, I saved nothing on this dreadful day save myself–if only for a few hours.
When we reached the audience hall, there was no one standing guard to announce supplicants. Puzzled, I pushed the heavy doors open myself and when I saw my mother sitting serenely in her throne, was about to ask where they were when a tall man stepped out from behind the tall chair. His sword was unsheathed and stained red, but all this was forgotten when I saw who he was. My breath became trapped in my lungs and I stood perfectly still, staring in shock at my beloved prince.
My friends had come in behind me, wondering why I had stopped so suddenly, and under no such spell as I was, they quickly reacted. They were mere girls no longer, but senshi–sworn guardians of the queen and her heir. I hardly heard their speech against evil, Endymion's eyes encompassing my vision. How had I missed the darkness in them? Had I simply not wanted to see it? He wavered in my vision, and I realized that my eyes had welled up with tears, which were now spilling over my cheeks in a torrent.
Even now I struggle to continue writing, for I can hardly see the paper for the water clouding my vision.
When the senshi realized that I had not joined them in their vehement speech, they turned to stare at me in shock, for a moment the girls that they usually were. It was then that the gray-skinned woman with flaming orange hair stepped out from behind the throne where Endymion had been. She chuckled wickedly.
"Well done, my pet," she purred to Endymion, stepping close to him and caressing his chest before turning to us. "So, moon princess," she said mockingly, "you arrived in time to watch your mother die, and how nice of you to bring your so-called senshi with you! Now everyone I need to kill is in the same room! You're so thoughtful! Here I was worried that I would have to search everyone out." She snapped her fingers, and the missing Generals brushed past me and grabbed hold of one senshi each. I was the only one left untouched.
I finally found my voice. "Endymion...how could you do this?"
He smiled wickedly. "You were the one that wanted me to meet your mother. So here I am."
I closed my eyes, looking away from him.
"None of that, now," the orange-haired woman spoke. "I want you to watch what happens next, dear!"
I snapped my eyes open. "Who are you, anyway?" I spat.
"Why, how rude of me!" she exclaimed, bringing a hand to her breast in mock shock. "I am Queen Beryl of the Negaverse–and soon your pitiful little system shall be mine." Before I could recover from this seemingly ridiculous statement, she nodded to Endymion and he promptly plunged his blade into my mother's chest.
My breath was once more caught somewhere in my chest and I watched my mother's eyes widen in shock, her mouth falling open. He had good aim, for she stopped breathing after a few gasps, and a trickle of blood dripped from the corner of her mouth when her head fell to the side. He pulled his blade free, and the force of it sent my mother toppling from her throne onto the floor. It felt like I was stuck in some viscous liquid, I could barely move and sounds seemed so far away.
I heard screams as though they were echoing from the past and my head moved slowly to the girls, whom the Generals were proceeding to brutally hack apart. Numbly I watched until I heard a wicked laugh from that awful, demented woman who called herself queen.
Suddenly I was moving towards Beryl, my only thought to kill her, though whether it was more because she had ordered my mother killed or corrupted Endymion, I still cannot figure out. All I knew was that she needed killing, and I was going to do it, even though I had no weapon.
Then he moved in front of her, breaking my line of sight, and I froze seeing him defend her–her! My numbness broke, and the pain washed over me, making me gasp for air. My mother, the queen, was dead; my friends and guardians, dead. Because I hesitated...because I didn't tell anyone about the visits from my prince, because I didn't eliminate the threat when it became clear that my prince was working for the forces of evil...It overwhelmed me and I did what I've always done when I was hurt–I ran from it.
So now I find myself in the present, hiding in an obscure closet of the palace writing my message by candlelight while evil takes over everything I have ever known. I have been betrayed by the one whom I was certain I would marry, and I have betrayed everyone I have known and loved, and several that I have never and will never meet.
I am worse than Beryl and her minions.
But hopefully I can find within myself the strength to do something...anything to stop evil from winning.
The flames are guttering, drowning in the pools of wax that have grown too deep and the wicks too short, and my confession is complete.
Alas, I am afraid that I have spent so much time on this in vain, for an idea has come to mind that will destroy the palace and all in it–not to mention these pages that have so painstakingly been written.
But it matters not.
For if what I now plan works, then I shall have been redeemed and the moon kingdom will be gone.
Alright, I've been trying not to do author's notes and ruin the flow of the story, but since this segment is finished, I feel like I can talk!
What do you guys all think? I would dearly love some feedback, and of course, the story is not ended, I will be updating shortly, but it won't be much longer–probably a chapter or two at most. Anyway, some reviews would be FANtastic! I would adore you all forever!