Yes. Yes, I am being naughty, starting another fic, when I promised I'd be working on my first, but…
*wails* I HAD TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD!!!! IT WON'T STOP BUGGING ME!!!
I know a lot about Sailor Moon, both manga and anime-wise (though I'm by no means an expert), and though I know little about Weiss Kreuz, I find Farfarello absolutely fascinating. (I must have some sort of fetish for people with silver hair *smile*)
So I did a lot of research on him, to portray him in the best way, yet in a way I could be comfortable in. I've decided on the cold, smart Farfarello, though weather he's insane or just eerily creepy, I haven't quite decided yet.
The prologue is a bit short; all my other chapters always follow a strict order of being above a 1000 words.
Disclaimer: Yes I do admit I do not own neither of these magnificent works, but it's great fun borrowing them. If I ever get around to drawing my own manga, than maybe we can trade. But till then… *sigh* I'll have to settle for loaning them from their respective owners.
Authors note: I might be stepping on a lot of toes when writing this, but I'm sure Farfarello would forgive me. After all, there's going to be a whole lot of blasphemy in later chapters. Usagi… Hell! Usagi forgives everyone!!!
So enjoy!!
The Fallen Ones
Prologue: Call of the Bloody Moon…
Peace is but an illusion. History has proven that one too many times. There is no peace; only conflict and the daily struggles in-between.
The only peace Earths creatures will ever know is in death. The peaceful sleep of the slain as their blood seeps into the ground.
I can never rest. And I will always be alone. That is all I know. That is all I remember. For now.
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From the moment I opened my eyes I knew something was not right. Nothing had been right for a long while in my life, ever since the day I'd opened my eyes and discovered I was standing alone and my friends were gone. It'd depressed me that there was nothing I could do about it, but at least they could be happy, even if I could not.
But today was different. Today was special.
Something was horribly wrong, and not the kind of wrong were you think you forgot to lock the door on your way to school or where you remember that you have a test but can't for the life of yours remember in which subject; no, this type of wrong is like when you open your eyes and you realise that that horrid nightmare that you had wasn't a dream at all, and that if you look down under your bed you will see the most horrid pair of glowing eyes and hear the sound of crunching bones; and I had to smile knowing this, the first smile I'd smiled in a very looong time, because now I knew that after this everything would be alright.
It was the witching-hour. The time of night when the moon shines at its brightest, the dogs are out howling, the shadows come out from hiding, slithering about, the other stars come out to play, and I should be fast asleep.
But not tonight. Tonight the moon called to my blood, and for once in such a long time I listened, could feel it sing out to me that I am not alone. Not anymore. It sang of bloodshed and need, of life and loss, of peace, the crimson song of the bloody moon.
There has only been a bloody moon once before. The last time I fled in fear of him. This time I will dance in the moonlight and go where it leads me. To where I was needed.
When I opened my eyes I was not in my bed. I was not in my room, and not in my house. I was outside, looking up at the moon.
It was the full moon and there were no clouds. The trees where far apart, but close enough to provide shelter. The wind was still mild from the summer and played with my hair, making it whirl around me, creating a silver glow that reminded me of home.
And there was blood, everywhere.
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Praeceps:
Well… there's not much to say yet, is there… Um… see you next chapter when things actually start?
Oh! And any spelling mistakes can be blamed on incompetent English teachers, and/or my spell-check program, because I, myself, am PERFECT!!! ;-P (and when I say perfect, I MEAN perfect. My daddy said so ;-)
If you have any questions about the story that you find unclear, I will do my best to answer them, as long as I deem them of no harm to my present plot-line.