Sorry about the writing style here, but I couldn't resist the chance of
writing it. I'm still planning to finish Switch Part 7 in the week, so this
is a little rushed. For those who like to be warned about this, the
writing ends with the twist, but the story may go on further. Be forewarned.
***
The little girl tugged at the old woman's sleeve. "Tell me! Tell me
story!"
The matron realigned her spectacles, and set herself. "There, there,
little one. I have a story for you."
The child pouted, her light blonde hair drooping into her face. "Tell!"
The old lady laughed. "Yes... yes, child." She helped the child into
the bed, and started tucking her in.
"Tell! Tell!" She shuffled in her position, making it impossible to
arrange the sheets.
"Okay! Okay... just lie still..."
"Princess! I want princess!"
"Yes... yes... all settled?" She shifted her weight once more on the
edge of the bed, fixed her habit, and began.
"There once was a strange girl, from another world, who became queen..."
"PRINCESS!"
"... princess, but she was a poor child. She had much to want for in
her world, but she had the heart of Sarjelem... and the help of seven
friends, seven protectors..."
***
The child shivered in the cold.
"M-M-Mo... Mo..."
"Hey!"
The longish blonde hair barely covered her thin frame, and did nothing
to hide her from prying eyes.
"Lookit'at!"
"Gotta be!"
She shivered a little more, hearing the voices but unable to respond.
"'Aven't 'ad any tail inna w'ile..."
"Shock you! I saw her first!"
She had her first look of the bickering would-be assailants. Under the
flickering lighting, she wasn't sure where the pale fleshed showed under
the ragged clothes, but was sure that the glints were reflected off of
sharp steel. Both were skinny, shaggy shambling destitutes, cutthroats
and rotted little minds. She stopped shivering, and steeled herself,
coiling the aching muscles, hoping that they wouldn't fail, would never
fail.
"Not like we canna 'ave 'er th'same time..."
"Awwright... now, WHAT THE-?"
She ran like the wind.
***
The child in her grew into a beautifully complete person. She may not
have been as bratty as she was before, but she had cradled that inner
voice, and given it the patience. Truth to be told, it was that voice
that sang its fullest whenever she sang to Sarjelem.
She raised her arms, not exactly in supplication, but entirely in
adoration, as she raised her voice in the song that was her heritage,
the song that was her soul...
***
"Mo... Mo..."
She ran as far as she could, far out of the city and its jagged buildings,
out into the waterless seas, out into the craters and out into the
darkness that was endless night. She was too tired to turn, less afraid
than defeated, willing to submit to the cold gray hands of sickly, brutal,
lustful death.
>From her prone position, lips covered with dirt, she could not believe what
her eyes almost did not see.
A pillar of light cracked into the thin air, apparently from the thin air.
"Mo... Mo..."
Pulling herself to wobbly feet, the girl stared at the manifest destiny had
put her in the position. Tentatively, she reached for the sheen, and
immediately recoiled her touch. There wasn't any damage to her hand. She
tried again, and realized that the unfamiliar sensation of warmth.
She slid her hands on the edges of the cracks, and pulled them apart.
She was greeted by the alien sounds of music, a wordless melody done by a
pure voice, as frightening as the shower of April rains. But she was
beyond scared, beyond care... her curiosity took her step after step,
finally finding the antechamber which widened into... a grotto.
The voice was a woman with hair of a star, skin as smooth as the silk of
her robe, and the face of an angel. But this was not where she had fixed
her gaze.
Instead, she gasped at the figure... woman... person... being... depicted
by the mural behind the woman...
"Mo... Mo... Mother..."
***
Mokuren looked at the haggard young girl, and knew at once that something
had happened. She saw the look in the girl's eyes, the absolute love that
came from a bleak and harried soul, and how that love had transfigured the
soul into something pure, complete... she felt her forehead grow warm, the
four spots glowing.
She knew, with Sarjelem's light, that she was the one. Sarjelem's Miko.
"Hello," she whispered, resting her arms along her sides.
The girl stepped forward, blue eyes wide with the need for knowledge.
Mokuren had hoped that Shusuran had told her enough of the language so
that she would not intimidate or frighten. "What is your name, little one?"
To her surprise, she spoke clearly, a single word. What it could have
meant in the native tongue was irrelevant; in her language, it meant a
concept so profound, so noble, it beared the mark of Sarjelem's choice.
"Serenity," she heard her say.
***
Believe: Legends of Crystal Moon
a Fushigi Yuugi-flavored Sailor Moon/Please Save My Earth crossover
***
I've never really understood shojo... and this has two of them... at least
there's the common reincarnation bit...
Clarification, though. This would be Queen Serenity, Usagi/Serena/Bunny's
mom, and queen of Crystal Moon. That would mean that she probably wished
for Crystal Moon, and well, since there were seven of the aliens...
Switch
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