Disclaimer: Don't own Sailor Moon.

Story 49: Iron Roots

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He was a boy born of the almighty tree, rooted to the ground, stable. Everything, like the ever-changing seasons ran on a strict routine.

She was a girl born of the fiery sun, illuminating the world with each step. Life to her was a blank canvas in which she wanted to fill with chipper brightness, overshadowing brushstrokes of bleakness.

He thought he didn't need her but unbeknownst to him, it was her job to give him the light and nourishment that he needed to grow into a man.

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