The AraValon Senshi Saga OR Bushojo Senshi Sailor Moon: A (AraValon)
Prologue and Chapter One - Current Draft
Series by mike Cataro


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                Bushojo Senshi Sailor Moon: AraValon Senshi Saga
                       Prologue: Immortal Ties


Friday Night:

A lad of average height, with long black hair done in an oriental style braid, and amber eyes, stands amidst a desolate scene. His typical black T-shirt and pale blue jeans shorts are replaced by a white tunic, and black dress pants. They seem to be immune to the swirling mists and dust, as does his dark blue with silver trim cloak, the light breeze making it swirl like a guarding shadow around him. As this lad looks around, he walks over to a vague outline of ruins.

Several minutes later the lad, Mike, is standing on the grounds of a vast ruinous castle.  As he looks around he feels a near palpable wave of sadness and death, a grief and sorrow he can not explain, but that clings to his mind, and troubles his soul. Out of confusion and a desire to understand what is going on, he begins to explore the largest of the ruined areas

    After he wandered around a bit he finds himself in the remains of the Palace. The shattered walls and twisted rubble of the chambers remind him of a war scene.  His skin crawling with the psychic residue of the desperate battle that had raged within these now broken walls. The sensation is akin as if he had just stumbled upon the corpses of his closest friends, which he knows he�d have found had they not been turned to ash during the battle. He slowly makes his way through the wreckage, climbing over and under fallen pillars and doorways, stumbling until he reaches the ruins of the main ballroom.

    Mike walks around, tears slowly trailing down his face, as his memories of his past lives begin to seep in. He weeps silently in grief for all that has been lost, and for all that was suddenly cut short. He remembers the day this Castle was attacked, and how he died soon after�.

The room is beautiful and ornate, not the ruins he has just seen. The now-shattered windows along the wall alternate with paintings of beautiful stellar events. The now tarnished and twisted chandlers are glowing with light from their candles, their reflections shining in their golden holders. The support beams and carvings are decorated with etchings and engravings of animals and people, their poses evoking a sense of them being a scene out of history.

    The Twelve main Pillars are carved with the stories of the Ten planets.  The Pillars are from a vastly older time and the oldest etchings are carved with an ancient and flowing script that few could decipher, even then. Also the text alters, so the reader only read what was needed, the older portions appearing in the readers mind as if they were in the common tongue. Mike walks around and scans these pillars for a while, recalling classes in history and myths,
Remembering the general simplicity and pleasure of living in the Silver Millenium.

    The Ambient and vibrant sounds of music pull him back to the ballroom and he watches the people dance and enjoy themselves. He fumes bitterly in helpless fury, knowing this is mere remembrance, and he can not alter a thing. He walks around the others, apparently unseen, until he comes to a familiar couple simply gazing at the earth, and picks up their conversation, then suddenly is in the lad's body, feeling like a passenger.

"There! See that little piece of land sticking out? That's where I want to live one day. The area is so fertile, and like most of the earth, so pure." says a tall lad, who by his clothes appears to be a noble soldier. This is Mikal, Mike's former self.
The person to whom Mikal was speaking, a black hared lass slightly shorter them him, laughs, "Why stay there, why not travel around and enjoy all that the earth has?"
"Because Selene, I see something special in having an area that is just mine." Mikal replies.

Upon hearing this Mike shudders inwardly, unable to affect his former body and self, a few parts of his present existence suddenly clear, for Selene is the former self of one he knows now.

He looks around. Hearing himself ask, �where are they? Taya and Ca�trim should have been here by now� and hearing Selene�s chuckle, as she leans against him, purring slightly. �Probably making good use of their time alone... As could we?� she says, her tone shifting subtly, knowing from long experience how to get his attention. Unfortunately for her, it�s only for a moment.

    Suddenly Mike sees the ballroom dome shatter, and energy bolts lance through the halls, electrocuting and burning those they touch. One hits the couple, causing them to scream in pain, and collapse.  Mike also feels the pain Mikal feels, as he writhes in agony.  The barriers of time and space seem to twist for a moment, a familiar hand touching him. Then He feels the lethal energies pouring through his frail shell, as he pulls himself and Selene behind some rubble, then collapses...

Mike separates, as the scene reverts to the previous ruins. He remains screaming for a moment, expecting the marks from the blasts to be upon his body, even as the pain subsides.

�You are fine, it was only the reconstruction of what happened from yours and my own memories Mikal. I regret this tactic, but you are needed, and I needed to know if you would re-swear your oath, and abide by it anew.� A white hared lady says, walking with an almost floating grace towards Mikal. ��Serenity? Queen Serenity? But how?� the lad stammers, at a loss for words, knowing she is dead, knowing it was he that failed to save her. �Remember thy own words Mikal? -

One of peace to ancient war is sworn,
He and the others who art reborn,
Be they walking or in the place of rest,
They shall come at the call of the Horn.�

    I know they have shifted slightly, but I feel you know them yet� She says, peering at him intently. �You�re reborn as well?   And yet with thine old memories? By the One, is there no rest for you or us?� he exclaims, then asks. �Are things that Serious my friend? That the Soldiers of the Crystal are needed? �And what about the Soldier of the Crystal Moon?� Mikal asks, a raised eyebrow at the last. �Soldier of the Crystal Moon? � Serenity chuckles, a soft blush upon her cheeks �it has indeed been a while, but I look foreword to meeting you and the others anew Mikal� She then bows deeply, and fades away.


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thus ends the prolouge for my first work of fan fiction. while i am interested in all C and C and flames, please send them to mikalkun@hotmail.com, and not to the list, thank you


Mik-kun
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