This is my first fic in a long, long time. My writing style I hope has
changed for the better because quite frankly my older stuff was crap. Here
is my latest creation which I hope will be as good in print as it is in my
head. As I started this I accidentally ended up with two prologues so I
don't know how I'm going to work that but for the time being this is the
prologue. I hope you enjoy my latest concoction. ~SK
Disclaimer: *Insert annoying little rhyme here* I don't own
Sailor Moon. We all know that. Is this really necessary?
~Untitled~
By Sorceress Knight
Prologue
Destruction. The air reeked of death and loss. Even the most poetic of words cannot describe the rank suffocating fog that crept across the devastated land to hairy the few inhabitants that still resided within its grasp. Chilly, wet fingers crawled around piles of stone and metal that had once been sleek buildings of a thriving city but were now merely rusted cables and sharp bricks. Wherever the fog touched, everything disintegrated into her embrace, the embrace of chilly death.
Fog stretched on, slithering through the darkened ruins until as if blocked by glass, she stopped. The soft wispy tendrils of vapor rose ever upward but not having the courage to move onward beyond the 'wall' but soon she became bolder as her mass grew. A few thin tendrils were shot out and then thicker ones followed but each time her arms were swatted away by an unseen power.
Only a few can sense the natural powers and auras of this world. These are few and far between, rarely occurring more than once in a millennia. Had the last sensor still been alive she would have sensed the excess of power fighting back the valiant tendrils of the mist. It would have been her own power she sensed. This was the last battlefield. The place where good lost and the evil consumed. It was the site of the end of the free world and the beginning of the separation, the separation that would change the world and forever name the strongest of the good. The fog fought courageously but even nature's natural tendencies are no match for the power of Mother Nature herself. Eventually the mist created a wide dome around the great field of barren earth. It circled around the crystal peaks of the palace, avoiding being snared on the sharp razors crowning the towers. The fog avoided the great palace plain as did the storms. The only thing to ever dare touch the sacred ground was the lightning crackling with unmatchable power that plowed into the dry, dusty earth. Lightning was Her element, Her friend. This was the field were the loved enchantress made her last stand and locked away the good to preserve it's ways until her return.
The fog once again continued on her path across the scarred earth. She dampened the soft whispers of the tent dwellers teaching the children the Words of Hope.
Remember the name of the one who fell
Remember the name of the one who fought
Remember the name of the one who is lost
for she will return
she will return
Eyes on the rose that is dying
Eyes on the rose that once was
Eyes on the rose that now withers
for it will grow once again
it will grow once again
Face to the sky that is clouding
Face to the sky that is dark
Face to the sky that is always dry
for rain will come once more
rain will come once more
Turn, the ashes are burning
Turn, the ashes are alive
Turn, the ashes are speaking
for the time has come
the time has come
All will fly free
The night crept ever onward as Fog consumed the world. She settled down softly for the night knowing the dawn would come and burn her away yet softly she still caressed the cheeks of the young ones in their sleep hoping for one moment she could know their warmth. As the sun rose the fog fled leaving behind her whispers of comfort and hope.
~*~
The camp was clean and orderly with the tents placed in neat practiced rows. Ones of a more prosperous time would have found the shelters to be shabby and worn, certainly not made for permanent living. Still within their shabby homes a strong light shown as the crumbling families huddled together in hope. All but one.
One young girl slept alone in her own tent placed noticeably away from the other tents. Moonlight, shining through one of the holes piercing the tent walls, shined across her peaceful face as she slumbered on despite the bright intruder. Her brown hair glistened as she rolled over with a soft sigh. A single lock of her beautiful auburn tresses fell across her face as she continued to sleep undisturbed. A soft smile appeared briefly as the child dreamed of lightning and firelight playing with ice and love...
Disclaimer: *Insert annoying little rhyme here* I don't own
Sailor Moon. We all know that. Is this really necessary?
~Untitled~
By Sorceress Knight
Prologue
Destruction. The air reeked of death and loss. Even the most poetic of words cannot describe the rank suffocating fog that crept across the devastated land to hairy the few inhabitants that still resided within its grasp. Chilly, wet fingers crawled around piles of stone and metal that had once been sleek buildings of a thriving city but were now merely rusted cables and sharp bricks. Wherever the fog touched, everything disintegrated into her embrace, the embrace of chilly death.
Fog stretched on, slithering through the darkened ruins until as if blocked by glass, she stopped. The soft wispy tendrils of vapor rose ever upward but not having the courage to move onward beyond the 'wall' but soon she became bolder as her mass grew. A few thin tendrils were shot out and then thicker ones followed but each time her arms were swatted away by an unseen power.
Only a few can sense the natural powers and auras of this world. These are few and far between, rarely occurring more than once in a millennia. Had the last sensor still been alive she would have sensed the excess of power fighting back the valiant tendrils of the mist. It would have been her own power she sensed. This was the last battlefield. The place where good lost and the evil consumed. It was the site of the end of the free world and the beginning of the separation, the separation that would change the world and forever name the strongest of the good. The fog fought courageously but even nature's natural tendencies are no match for the power of Mother Nature herself. Eventually the mist created a wide dome around the great field of barren earth. It circled around the crystal peaks of the palace, avoiding being snared on the sharp razors crowning the towers. The fog avoided the great palace plain as did the storms. The only thing to ever dare touch the sacred ground was the lightning crackling with unmatchable power that plowed into the dry, dusty earth. Lightning was Her element, Her friend. This was the field were the loved enchantress made her last stand and locked away the good to preserve it's ways until her return.
The fog once again continued on her path across the scarred earth. She dampened the soft whispers of the tent dwellers teaching the children the Words of Hope.
Remember the name of the one who fell
Remember the name of the one who fought
Remember the name of the one who is lost
for she will return
she will return
Eyes on the rose that is dying
Eyes on the rose that once was
Eyes on the rose that now withers
for it will grow once again
it will grow once again
Face to the sky that is clouding
Face to the sky that is dark
Face to the sky that is always dry
for rain will come once more
rain will come once more
Turn, the ashes are burning
Turn, the ashes are alive
Turn, the ashes are speaking
for the time has come
the time has come
All will fly free
The night crept ever onward as Fog consumed the world. She settled down softly for the night knowing the dawn would come and burn her away yet softly she still caressed the cheeks of the young ones in their sleep hoping for one moment she could know their warmth. As the sun rose the fog fled leaving behind her whispers of comfort and hope.
~*~
The camp was clean and orderly with the tents placed in neat practiced rows. Ones of a more prosperous time would have found the shelters to be shabby and worn, certainly not made for permanent living. Still within their shabby homes a strong light shown as the crumbling families huddled together in hope. All but one.
One young girl slept alone in her own tent placed noticeably away from the other tents. Moonlight, shining through one of the holes piercing the tent walls, shined across her peaceful face as she slumbered on despite the bright intruder. Her brown hair glistened as she rolled over with a soft sigh. A single lock of her beautiful auburn tresses fell across her face as she continued to sleep undisturbed. A soft smile appeared briefly as the child dreamed of lightning and firelight playing with ice and love...