A/N. Thaaaaaaats right guys! I'm back! This is my new story 'Moonlit Maid'. I do hope you will enjoy it as much as you enjoyed 'Two Psychos and a Rabbit' This story is set in the 1800's-ish, I never mention a date but I do insinuate the age in which it's set. I'm hoping this story will be a little more serious than my other one, for example there won't be as much swearing, (I was re-reading it the other day and was horrified at my own use of the language) but seeing as this is set in the nineteenth century woman didn't swear and men didn't swear in front of women, so thus those of you who take affront to such language can rest easy! So here we go, (I Know it's short! The first few chapters are fairly short but those after that are longer) Now unlike Two psychos, I haven't completely written all of this yet but I'm confidant of the plot line and the characters, so I think this should work out well.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Sailormoon or any of the characters therein, I make no profit from this fiction and do not intend to make profit from it. I write merely for my personal enjoyment, and the enjoyment of any readers who so choose to read my work.
Chapter 1
Laughter like tinkling silver bells rang through the all-encompassing night. A little girl with hair like molten silver and eyes like cobalt ran through the dark and embracing forest, her tiny feet barely making a sound on the soft mossy floor. The trees whizzed by and any onlookers would have only seen a silver streak and felt a gust of sudden wind. Her eyes alight with joy and happiness she gaily glanced over her shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of her pursuer. Her laughter cut off abruptly, where had he gone? Behind her only the dark forest stared back completely devoid of the dark haired little boy chasing her.
"Darien?" Her little voice called out.
No answer echoed back to her and a teasing grin spread over her features.
"Got tired huh? Was I running too fast for you? Couldn't catch up to a girl?"
Still no answer and by now the lateness of the hour and the absolute stillness of the forest finally registered. Where was the gentle chirping and rustling of the night creatures? The little girl spread her wings out behind her, and took flight easily, her face upturned to the moon, its glow making her pale skin sparkle.
Suddenly something caught her gown, pulling her back to the moist forest floor.
She screamed out of fright, but as she finally saw what had tugged her down her grin took up residence on her face once more. A big, black and shaggy wolf was gently tugging her gown. She touched the ground and the great wolf knocked her to the ground, standing above her with his paws resting on her shoulders.
She looked up into his eyes with barely concealed impatience.
"You got me okay? Jeez! You win okay Darien?" She huffed.
The dog gave her a big slobbery lick on her face.
"EW!" she squealed. "You're disgusting! What would your mother say? Now get off me, my wings are all crushed."
The wolf backed away and sat down, his tail wagging happily behind him, a purely male and smug look settled on his young face.
The little girl patted the wolf softly, scratching him behind the ears. Together they walked back through the dense forest, the little girl chattering on about a girl in her classes that always argued with her teacher. A dove fluttered out of the open sky, settling on the girl's shoulder, obediently the dove stuck out her foot and she opened the tiny piece of parchment with practiced movements. As she read her eyes widened and a shaking hand fluttered up to her mouth, shock spreading like wild fire through her veins. In the distance the shouts of villages and the faint glow of torchlight came into view, almost like a horizon on the crest of a hill. Up above clouds began to unfurl their wings across the sky, lightning crashed and thunder bellowed.
The wolf growled and stood in front of the five year old, his teeth bared in a snarl. None too gently the wolf shoved the little girl away, silently telling her to run, to flee and stay safe. The voices were coming from behind them now too; the huge wolf growled and took off. The little girl was shaking so much she could hardly stay on her own two feet.
We've been discovered little one.
Run, run as far and as fast away from here as you can, hide your wings my darling and run, hector will return to us. We will find you my precious little Bunny.
Stay safe Serenity.
Mum and Dad.
Serenity started to run, she didn't know where to or even which direction she was going in. As she ran she pulled her wings into herself, allowing them to disappear for all intents and purposes, away from the human eye, her feet beat the ground and a wave of terror wrapped itself around her, made all the worse by the solid deluge of rain now spattering the ground.
The torchlight and shouts were coming closer, the smell of smoke and burning pine started to choke her, so heavy and thick as it rolled through the forest encompassing its beauty and majesty. Serenity ran away as fast she could, she stayed silent as her tiny feet began to tire and she gradually slowed down falling into an exhausted stumbling walk. Finally the edge of the forest opened before her, beyond it was a small fishing village, somewhere she'd come with her parents many a time. She would be recognized here!
Panicked and scared, Serenity sat down against a tree to think; she brought her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly. What could she do?
She gently rocked, she would have to change, hide her hair, her eyes. In these parts silver hair and blue eyes were as uncommon as an honest beggar.
The little girl squeezed her eyes shut and her long silver hair tinted darker and darker until silver had turned to black. Serenity cried out in pain, her little body could barely handle such extensive magic and pain ripped through her. She gasped and fell to her knees, balancing on her hands and breathed haggardly. She blinked and her blue eyes turned to hazel, exotic but not too outstanding, it would be enough for her parents to identify her when they came for her.
Serenity cried and crawled out from the bushes at the edge of the forest, she stumbled to her feet, walking as best she could into town. The buildings swam before her gaze and the light stung her eyes. Her body crumpled to the ground, no one noticed the little girl fall and stop moving altogether, the wind caught and tugged at the little piece of white parchment in her hand, pulling it from her unconscious grasp. It fluttered away in the breeze.
O-O
Early the next dawn Serenity was found and taken in by a kind hearted Lord as a maid-in-training, the little girl was put into the care of the elderly housekeeper who taught her the ins and outs of the house. Serenity was treated fairly and kindly by the family. Why even when Lady Elliot had her first baby Serenity was given the responsibility of being her personal maid, a job made easy by the kind and giving Molly Elliot. The Elliot's were a lovely family and Serenity couldn't have asked for a gentler place to grow and work. She was happy, she'd been best friends with Molly since her birth and the old housekeeper gave her plenty of time to play with her. Her life was happy and far above what any other orphan could have expected. Except…
Well except for the fact that Serenity only knew her name, nothing more. She had no recollection as to why or how she'd ended up in the street, no recollection of any parents or guardians. She had no memory at all.