The Beginning of a Legend
A Tale in the Saga of Sailor Moon
By Adam "Tempest" Leigh
The commotion was amazing, people were yelling left and right.
Doctors, dressed in loose, bluish green garments were walking quickly
back
and forth in a semi-large delivery room. One of them was clearly in
charge,
but he was standing next to the woman screaming in pain. He was
holding her
hand and trying to talk to her until her husband arrived. He wished
to carry
on a conversation to get her mind off the pain, but she couldn't stop
screaming long enough to start one.
Suddenly a man, still in a suit and tie, rushed into the room and
yelled at the top of his lungs, "Where's my wife?" A pair of nurses
came up
to the man and explained how he needed to get into proper clothing if
he was
to witness the birth. The man continued to yell until he had
convinced the
two nurses that he wouldn't leave the room until his child was born.
The
nurses, one male, one female, sighed as they ushered the raving man
to his
wife, already deep into labor.
The man instantaneously dropped his annoyed personality behind and
started talking to his wife as kindly as thought humanly possible.
The
woman seemed suddenly much more at ease, and managed to stop
screaming long
enough to start talking to her husband. The doctor in charge left
the woman
with her husband and moved to see how the labor was progressing.
Deep inside the woman, a small life was moving about. It was
pushing
against the walls it had so recently enjoyed, striving to leave the
only
world it knew to a new world it couldn't even comprehend. It pushed
with
all its might, and with each push it felt itself closer to achieving
its
goal.
In a world just outside the life's own, the doctor's brow creased as
the woman let out a sharp scream and he announced to the woman that
her baby
is coming. She seemed completely objective to the idea of that, but
the
doctor told her that she really had no choice. She screamed again as
the
birth continued, and after several very long minutes the man emerged
with a
baby in his hands. It began to cry as soon as it left its mothers
body.
The doctor smiled and told the woman that it was a girl. She sighed
and smiled as the doctor placed the baby in her waiting hands. Of
all
feelings, she felt the most content she'd ever been. Her husband
stood
beside her, admiring the baby, and his wife.
Later, inside a normal hospital room, a crowd of relatives to the
woman had gathered. They had been in their homes during the entire
procedure, but now that it was all over, they had to come and see
what the
mother had produced. The husband of the woman was still beside her,
he
looked a little tired, but he still had that kind personality around
him.
It was as if the baby had a slightly dulling effect on the man's
enigmatic
personality.
The relatives were all talking at once in the room, but the mother
seemed completely unaware of it. They all were giving their opinions
about
what they thought the child would be someday. The husband was
listening,
and heard a few of the comments that went something like this, "Oh,
she
looks so adorable, she'll be a model someday," or maybe "She looks so
aware
of her surroundings, she must be smart! You'll have a doctor on your
hands"
and of course "She looks just perfect, she'll be a gymnast or athlete
someday."
When all the comments finally stopped, they turned to the woman and
asked what she thinks the child will be someday. The woman looks at
the
child with a deep root of respect and love, then to her husband, who
has a
broad smile on his face and is still holding her hand. She then
looks to
the group of people around her, family members from both sides of
their
family, people that would never be caught near each other were
standing
talking about her child.
The child was special, she knew that, but there was something about
just having a child that appealed to her. They all quieted down when
she
spoke. "She'll be my daughter," she says, with a bright smile, and a
cheerful voice. In any other occasion, they all would have pressed
her for
a better answer, and deep within her she knew they all wanted to, but
this
time they didn't. They all smiled, they knew how she felt and they
knew it
was right.
A nurse came into the room and quietly asked that if everyone leave
Mrs. Tsukino alone for now. They all filed out of the room one by
one,
giving their good-bye's to the new mother. Finally, the woman's
sister was
about to leave when she stopped and came up to the woman. Quietly,
she
asked what the child's name was again.
The woman knew that her sister wanted a child badly, but she had yet
to find a husband, and was not ready to adopt. The whole business of
the
new child was hurting for her, but there wasn't much she could do,
but offer
her sympathy. The woman looked to her sister and said, "Serena, for
she is
the first one I know, to bring peace to our family." The woman's
sister
smiled warmly, and silently left the room.
When do legends begin? Are the stories of our past just so
unbelievable that we must call them 'legends'? But our past is
easily
forgotten, and people repeat the same mistakes that had happened only
years
before. Legends, on the other hand, have a much harder time of being
forgotten, we seem to recall them when our memories of the past fail.
But
what constitutes a legend?
Often what we consider complete, is only a part of what we should
know. But we must try to piece together the parts of this particular
story,
for its roots lie thousands of years ago. This is the beginning of a
legendary figure that we know to have played a pivotal role in the
survival
of our race. And although the rest of her story may not be known by
me, we
must work together to find out all we can. For the only way for a
legend to
die, is to be forgotten.
Some say that this story begins a thousand years ago, on a small
satellite of a planet we have come to call home. But I say the story
begins
much later, a thousand years *after* the fall of that Kingdom we knew
to
have resided on the Moon. Its a story, not about death, but about
life; not
about monsters, but about heroes; not about what has been lost, but
what we
found; and not about broken hearts, (although we know them to be
impossible
to prevent) but about love.
Sailor Moon, is a Legend, and this is her story.
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Authors Notes:
This is not a series, it is a stand alone Fanfic.
Sailor Moon was first told by Naoko Takeuchi and was brought to North
America by DiC. Although this story has several aspects owned by
others,
the usage, plot, and character interactions are owned by me, and are
therefore (c)1996 by Adam Leigh.
[Extra Note as of 7/13/97: I wrote this in March, and posted it to
RAAC. However, I don't belive I ever put it anywhere else. Now that
I look at it, 4 months later mind you, its probably the most serious
fic I've written, as well as teh most abstract. I like it, and I'd
enjoy any thoughts you may have about it.]
Adam Chris Leigh
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