I don't know if anyone would be interested, but I thought I'd ask... I'm
looking for pre-readers actually, but I thought I would include the
prologue because I'm
a) Rather of proud of how it turned out
b) wanted to give anyone interested in being a pre-reader for my other
parts a taste of what to expect.
I'd go into more detail but I'll save that for those intersted so as not
to ruin it for those who would just like to read it.
Regardless C&C and flame away if need be... and if you are interested
please feel free to reply to this message. And above all else please
enjoy this little tid-bit.
-Start Prologue-
Sailor Moon: Dark Age of the Millennium
Parker Schadegg
Mikhal001@comcast.net
Disclaimer: All characters mentioned in this fictional story are owned
by their respective person(s) and/or company(ies).
This Sailor Moon fic is placed in the Silver Millennium timeline. So
expect Kingdoms and a very war-like atmosphere.
Dark Age of the Millennium
Prologue,
The Moon Kingdom lay in ruin. The once heralded, once marveled
at palace was nothing more than broken pillars, smashed support struts,
and an aching mound of sorrow.
Queen Serenity lay across one of the many broken marble pillars,
her strength greatly waned as she had just used the Silver Crystal to
seal Beryl and her cronies away. Her prone body seemed lifeless as she
lay there, eyes closed; a peaceful expression carressed her face.
Slowly, however, she listed her head and opened her eyes as the sounds
of another body collapsing upon the ground next to the pillar caught
her fading senses.
Resting his head against the cool surface of the marble pillar
the young man looked up at Queen Serenity's soft gaze, smiled and gave
her a gentle nod. His body was battered, and blood poured freely from
many wounds. His armour, tainted red with his blood and the blood of
others. It washed over the crest centering upon his breastplate. It's
soft golden colors that outlined the circle darkened from the hue of
the crimson blood.
Inside the golden circle a repersentation of a crystal was
centered, and behind that a pair of crossed broadswords. The crest was
that of the Imperial Guard of Queen Serenity's Royal Court. The
Imperial Guard was heralded throughout the galaxy as the finest
fencer's the Planetary Alliance had ever seen. Yet their rich history
they had created over the aeon's now seemed all for naught.
Queen Serenity placed a soft hand upon the young man's head to
comfort him as tears brimmed down his face and hers alike. The two
knew their time was short, Queen Serenity's life-force was fading fast
and the young knight was losing an incredible amount of blood from the
stomach wound that his left hand now nursed.
Shakily, the young man brought his gleaming sword up. Queen
Serenity took the sword from his hand and struggled with the weight as
she pointed it towards the Earth. As her final act she sealed the
blade away, using the last of her reserves, and in a blinding array of
colors and power she vanished along with the sword.
The young knight crumpled to the cold ground, his mortal coil all
but over. With his bloodied left hand he reached under his breastplate
and produced a solitary red rose. His glazed eyes managed to focus on
the petal's as he spun the flower around in his hand, smiling every so
slightly as the memories came rushing back. He could feel his heart
skip as it began to struggle to pump, his breath caught in his throat
and his grip on the rose let go. As the flower fell to the ground his
eyes fluttered and then closed, he took in one more ragged breath and
then expired, along side his Queen, loyal to the bitter end.
Slowly a single tear, shimmering with etheral power, glided down
the young man's face. Slowly lingering upon his face it soon dropped
onto one of the rose petal's next to his face. Softly the rose came to
life in a plethora of colors. It lifted gently into the air and faded
from sight. Suddenly a gentle wind blew up from the mountain's in the
distance. It glided softly across the savaged land that cried out in
agony. The wind carressed the land back to slumber, and it's playful
current danced in the young man's dust-brown tresses. Giving his soul
a comfort unlike anything he had ever known.
END - Prologue - 01/19/2002
Revised - 5/14/2002
-End Prologue-
Parker Schadegg
Webmaster & Creator - An Anime Archive - http://valiance001.anifics.com
"My steel is strong, my wit is sharp and my skill is surpassed only by my
determination." -- Kusangai Mikhal, Ruler of Izumo
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