"Once Upon A Time...
     In a far off land where magic was as real as anything science has
brought us today there lived a very sad prince.  The prince wasn't sad
for the normal reasons.  He had a beautiful wife, his every need was
taken care of by his servants and he lived in the lap of luxury.
     The prince was sad because he was an only child.
     The prince was born to be a powerful sorcerer.  However, in his
land no sorcerer could become the ruler.  Either he would be forced to
give up the magic that had been a part of his life from the day he had
been born, or the throne would go to another branch of the family, and
he would no longer be a prince.  It wasn't that he wouldn't have minded
not being a prince anymore, but he was quietly afraid of the other
branch of his family, who's reputation was a dark and sinister one.
     It was on his twenty-first birthday that his world changed
forever.  He and his lovely wife traveled from their home at the
furthest reaches of his mother's realm.  A great feast was planned to
celebrate the prince's coming of age, though to the prince it would be a
day of mourning as he would have to surrender his magic forever.
     The feast was spectacular, like none the kingdom had seen before. 
Those invited to the party celebrated in grand fashion, and all agreed
the experience would be one they would never forget.
     However.. the handsome prince was nowhere to been seen....
     It was late in the night when the prince came out to the
celebration.  He made for a grim spectacle indeed, reminding everyone
that this was to be the day a part of him would die forever.  He was
dressed from head to foot in black, in mourning, as was his beautiful
wife.
     They went to the middle of the dance floor and danced a dance of
eery beauty, just one dance.  And all who saw that dance wept, for they
had been celebrating on the most painful day of the prince's life.  That
dance's memory, terrible and beautiful would live on in their hearts
forever.
     As the last chord of the grim waltz was sounded, a thin wail came
from the edge of the ballroom, and all eyes turned to the sound.
     The prince's mother, who many had forgotten about in their talk of
the prince and his absence, had arrived.  The queen walked with great
difficulty, and her guardians kept to her side with looks of purpose on
their brows.
     The queen whispered something to her beloved son and kissed him on
the forehead, on the birthmark that marked him as her son.  She said
then to everyone, "There will be no death on this day, the prince's
sister has been born!"
     The prince took his infant sister from her mother's arms and, with
tears in his eyes whispered something for her and her alone to hear.  It
is said that he gave her a True Name on that day, that would insure that
she would forever know happiness.
     No-one has ever discovered the True Name of the little princess,
but the name carries great power from her brother.  As long as her name
exists, somewhere in the hearts of mankind, she will never truly perish.
     And They All Lived Happily Ever After..." Tsukino Ikuko said softly.
     Young Tsukino Usagi smiled in her sleep as her mother closed the
book of bedtime stories.  Her mother smiled and kissed her on the
forehead as she pulled the covers on her bed around her warmly.  "Good
night, Little Princess..." she whispered as she crept softly out of the
room.



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Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon: Harmony of Souls


BSSM Created By: Takeuchi Naoko

Story By: Berk' Watkins



Coming Soon To An FFML Near You!


Author's Mutterings...

     A long, long time ago I went by the penname Kai Neflite...  You'd
be amazed how many fanfic writers I've admitted that to who say, "You
inspired me to start writing!"
     As Kai Neflite I created the basis for what would have become a
monster epic of a story if it hadn't been for one thing.  I almost died
from an upper respiratory infection that left me with an internal
temperature of 105F with medication, ice-packing etc.
     For a week I and my parents fought to keep my brain from frying in
a feverish heat.  Alas, all the characterization I had created for a
little story called "Star Knight Legacy" died.. despite our efforts to
save my marbles.
     I have been working for several years to rebuild the story, or at
least try to reclaim some of the wonder I felt in my heart when I
stepped into the shoes of the characters and tried to live through them. 
In a moment of Zen a few nights ago, while I was out working as a
security guard, I felt it again.
     The calling of my muse?  My ability to really write something
truly great?  I don't know for sure.
     All I know is that I saw it all so clearly for a split-second...
     And I was crying after it was all over, because I wonder if as a
writer I can do my vision justice.
     We will see what we will see...



 - Berk' "Kilroy" Watkins
   Defensive Tactics Specialist: Clan =MCA=