From: neomoon To: Neo Senshi ML Subject: [neosenshi] Fanfic: "Into the Past. One's Fight Against Darkness. (Prevously Untitle)" (complete) By: NeoMoon Date: Friday, July 21, 2000 9:00 PM Neo Senshi ML - http://www.angelfire.com/anime/motoki Here it is I hope you like it. Sailor Moon "Into the Past. One's Fight Against Darkness" By: NeoMoon Light turns to darkness, day to night, she gasps for air, as it turns thin. The sound of metal hitting violently fill the air, sparks fly around her. She moves back afraid of her surroundings, her flesh prickly, afraid of the place that she has come to. Lighting, red, blood red, yet known, she knows this, and looks deep into the blackness. A wave of red, playing on the black horizon she gasps, reaching to it, wanting it, no not desire, something else, something more primal. She looks away, the sound of battling metal stronger, closer. Running away, she doesn’t know why, she just is, as black turned to white, and sounds of the battling metal vanished. She was alone and afraid, in a world unlike her own, unwelcome in hers, fighting for its freedom here, in this time, in this primitive world that would evolve into hers. She was the princess of the royal family, young as she may have appeared, yet hiding a deep maturity that would ever be her strong suite. She was the princess, the daughter of the Queen, daughter to the King, yet she only felt that in name, and as blackness once more entered into her, she knew it would ever be only in name. She battled that darkness, battled the feeling it brought, it was not her, it was not who she wanted to be. The woman, beautiful as she may have been, inside was a monster of unknown darkness. That was not her, she screamed in pain as she fought against the raging monster. Wind heavy, cold, she walked through a blue haze, knowing full well the artist in her used this to represent her mind. She walked ever colder, ever more foreboding into a place destroyed by battle, a place she had only ever seen in fiery stories of her mother’s design, what she saw was the wreckage of the Kingdom of the Moon. She stepped through the destroyed wasteland, which she could imagine once held great beauty. A woman, tall slender, stood her back turned to the small girl, looking up into a fading atmosphere at a blue star, at the earth. “Excuse me.” The girl called, noticing the woman wore the same dress as her mother. She did not turn but spoke. “It is all for naught.” Her voice was sad, and heavy with the labor of a dying woman. “I can not save you, but I know you shall be saved. The woman turned, her face was pale, like that of the full moon’s, her hair of the purest silver, and at that moment at that realization, the girl bowed, knowing that she was before the greatest of all the moon’s children, she stood before Serenity. “My child,” she began trying to laugh. “You need not bow before me.” She lowered her hand, and the girl looked up at it, seeing that it too was pale and almost transparent. “My Queen, what is it that.” The Queen placed a finger to her mouth and the small girl stopped a deep red filling her young full checks. “It is the curse of the silver crystal.” She spoke simply yet still failing to mask the pain that consumed her body. “This was the final battle.” She waved her hand across the land, as stones lifted from the ground replacing themselves in their original fixtures. “This is the story of what has happened and what will become.” Skeletons, warriors and commoners dead for so long rose, muscle and tissue blood and skin reforming and flowing once more on their bodies. “My daughter has forgotten the past.” Air spread around her, as ships and soldiers ran backwards, into the ships away from the land, disappearing into the void. “My darling Granddaughter this is a history listen. And I am your teacher.” Light flooded the horizon, the blue star, the earth became faint, a small almost nonexistent object in the sky. Pain filling her, calling her, pulling her. Him, he was calling to her, no not her, the other her. She closed her eyes, the pain growing, she fought it fought what it showed her, screaming agony. Everything twisted all reality nothing but a whirlpool of emotion she screamed again, her eyes bursting open. Blackness, pitch-blackness, everywhere, or nowhere, it was all in how you looked at it. She screamed in hate and rage, and fear. She was alone again, was that place, that woman only a dream, was it only another torment created by the dark one to sway every fiber of her being to him? Once more she found herself walking, then running, dark turning to light then back again, a never ending strobe effect causing her mind to go numb, she feel she was tired, tears streaming down her face. They abandoned her, let her wonder alone into the cloaked man’s trap. She felt the pain raising once more and tried to move to run away, hoping praying that it would not follow her, but she could not stand, and so she lay limp waiting, the pain growing in her, rising steadily up her body, sending weird sensations through her, like waves of pleasure and pain, she screamed as the pain increase, slamming at her head, grabbing at nonexistent things, and through it all came a voice, a lighthouse in the midst of a storm. “Be calm, do not give in to his evil. My darling granddaughter you are stronger then he who threatens us.” She screamed again the pain become unbearable. “Listen my sweet little girl, you can not give up, not yet.” She was back, the blue star shone over head, as night had falling on this, a land buried in past and legend. The Queen once more stood before her. Her look was grave, she was pale, much more so then before, here face was strained like that of a woman giving birth, she tried to smile at the young girl but failed. My time is sort, please come with me, know of the past and never forget it.” She walked through the streets, people passing happily, out and about on their daily ways. The small girl looked at them and felt pity consume her heart, for they knew nothing of what was to become of them and their world. The Queen turned looking at the young girl, ignoring her own pain, ignoring, the agony that was caused by using the silver crystal. She noticed a tear fall from the young child’s face, and wiped it from her check. “Do not fear child, for this is only in your mind.” The girl looked at the Queen, looked into her strained deep eyes. And she nodded simply, any questions she had had vanished from her mind as she saw the peace that still played in the dying queen’s eyes. She turned, feeling said that the Queen would dye, she was no mind image, no illusion, she was real, and the girl could not battle the pain that gave her, as she looked out into the deep ivory white color of the palace that spread forever across the horizon. She gaped in awe, for it was far grander then the palace of Crystal Tokyo. Pain, blackens, light, to dark, night to day. She grabbed her head screaming in pain as everything twirled around her leaving her once more with a void. “She screamed, falling to her knees grabbing her head, feeling the pressure grow, feeling as if it would explode at any moment, and as it had began it had stopped. Still darkness, steadily turning to light, night to day with no stars no heavenly bodies, nothing. She rose, slowly, pain rushing into her mind, images of warped reality playing before her, and more and more she wanted to believe them, believe in, and trust in the simple answer it allowed her. She was only small, a child, she had not awakened, she was old but in years only, not in mind. Why had they sent her, couldn’t they have done to her what they did to her mother. She grabbed her head, the pain increasing becoming more and more dominate. She screamed in agony as images bombarded her mind, forcing there way into truths, she had to fight, had to fight him. Had to fight . . . Soft, feathery almost like a cloud, she could feel the smile washing over her face, as warm sunlight kissed it. “All a dream.” She whispered opening her eyes, seeing a fuzzy shape looking back at her. “All just a fabulous nightmare . . . You!” She jumped from the bed, the pain gone looking at the woman who obviously saved her, looking once more at her look dead grandmother, the Queen of the Moon. “You passed out.” She said painfully, the small girl noticed the trickle of blood coming from her nose as she continued. “I brought you here for your own safety.” She stood slowly, painfully, the weight of death resting on her shoulders. “Tonight’s the ball.” she looked away, out into courtyard. “It will be the last this world shall see.” She walked slowly to the door, almost falling twice. The small girl was overcome by the treatment that this woman was given her in spite of her own problems. The door opened slowly, and the Queen disappeared through it. “I wait in darkness.” Whispered a voice in the young child’s mind. She turned her head surveying the room as it slowly melted away, leaving her, stranded in a black mist. “Why do you run?” It whispered, but outside this time. “Why do you hide?” She could she him moving, circling around her. There was a faint sense in her mind that he was laughing at her. “What do want?” She screamed, walking backward, trying, hoping to avoid him, as he stopped circling her and began to move forward. “I want my lady in black.” He said smoothly, almost passionately. “I love you. I am the only one who has ever loved you.” “No, no your wrong!” She screamed feeling the tears that were streaming down her face. “My mommy, and my daddy loves me. Usagi, and Mamo-Chan and all my friends love me!” He laughed, a chill running down her spine, as she heard His cold laughter. “Oh, is that true my lovely Black Lady?” Images filled her mind, images of a birthday have forgotten. She could remember how lonely she felt, her parents had gone on to a summit with the outer planets, and she felt so alone. “Stop it!” She screamed, as a sensation filled her, traveling up through her change her. She looked down at herself seeing black silk circling around her. A smile crossed her face for a second, the thought of revenge running wild in her mind. Then as though waiting, a white light shot from her covering her repelling the black silk, which she wanted so bad to be wrapped in. She could hear him laugh coldly as the darkness Disappeared, leaving her standing just inside of a Window, watching over two people, whom she recognized. “My, love.” Said the man. “I fear that I have troubling news.” “Can you not make it to the ball?” She asked innocently. “I fear, that it is more pressing then that my love.” He looked down at the grounding, looking as if he wasn’t Sure that she should know. “As we speak there is a rebellion From the Earth coming here, coming to over throw the Moon. Serenity, I have chosen to stay here and fight with your Kingdom.” Soldier’s had come, just as his love was about to speak to him, And in fear he ran. His love looked after him as he ran, holding her chest, and Wearing a worried look on her goddess like face. The young girl turned away from the window, crying. She had never known of their lives in the Silver Millia, and to see, to be witness to there final hours was something that touched the deepest area of her heart. She turned, and once more was greeted by darkness, and him. “Why do you resist me?” He asked, his voice hiding a deep anger. “You came looking for me! I found you, I found you searching, lost afraid with nowhere to go, with no one to trust.” He stopped, extending a cloaked hand, toward her. “I comforted you, offered you the power to take back what they took from you.” “I don’t care!” She screamed. “How dare you!” He screamed, a dark wave of light shooting from his hand. She feel back, landing hard on her back. She could feel The paralyzing pain of his continuing attack, pressing Down on her, trying to force her into the ground. “You will be mining!” He screamed pressing his hand out further. And as before the bright white light covered her, freeing her from something that was strangely becoming more and more pleasurable. And as she found herself in a massive ballroom, surrounded by people. She felt almost sad. She saw them through the crowd, the two that would one day becoming her parents. She smiled as they danced, happily, they had no other care, and the room seemed to move around them, they were the center of it all. Then it happened, alarms bellowed throughout the halls, and two cats that she had come to know raced into the ballroom yelling that everyone who could should help, that the Dark Kingdom had come. She could feel her body tremble at these words, for she knew from her lessons the evil that that kingdom of darkness had caused. “This is becoming tiresome girl!” He screamed as the ballroom melted away from her, leaving her once more in darkness. “Why do just not accept that I own you!” He was standing over her, towering over her, his bony finger pointing down at her. She could feel once more the black silk wrapping around her small frame changing it, sending sensations of pleasure and pain through her body. “Stop it!” She forced herself to scream half-heartedly. He laughed, and his laugh came to her wrapping around her filling her with more pleasure. “Stop it!” She screamed again, half hoping that he would not. But it did and she found herself witness to her parents own death. They floated lifeless in the air, a woman draped In shadow, floating over them laughing madly. “No,” she breathed, tears coming out of her eyes. “No, not like this.” There were flashes of light. A war was taking place around her, she couldn’t control the tears that rolled down her checks as she watched he parents floating lifelessly in the air of a dying world. She felt a hand grasp her shoulder, she looked up through Her tears finding a deathly pale Queen Serenity staring down at her. “It was tragic. I could feel my heart being ripped from me as I saw them.” She stopped, her face curling up as she tried and failed to hold back her tears. “Floating helpless, dead, or dying. I was never allowed the chance to find out how they died. Oh by the All Mother I wish I could of knowing.” She turned looking, then spoke again. “Look over there, this is it child.” The small girl turned her head, thanking that she had to no longer look at the one’s that would one day become her parents. Her head shot back to the Queen, her mouth ajar. “You’re, you’re over there.” She whispered amazed. “Yes, yes I am.” Whispered the Queen, struggling to keep her voice, as it wavered like a small wind. The other Queen the, one standing in the rubble of a once great kingdom, and in an insist all was gone, save the two Queens and the small girl. The second queen stood and looked up at the Earth, Shaking her head, her hands clasped in prayer. “Please, take this with you.” Whispered the queen, her voice, lower, more forced then it had ever been. “Take care.” Laughter, cold, hard, malevolent. She looked up He was standing over her again, and she could sense his triumph as the black silk circled around her once more, as the pleasurable pain took over her body. She let out a gasp of pleasure, as her body changed, and her mind cleared. There was laughter, in the air, cold, hard, and Malevolent. But it was not the laugh of a man. “Welcome, my ‘Black Lady’.” The End. If anyone was trying to figure out this story, Don’t worry ‘cause so’s the auther. I wrote This one, as it came, and really mixed two stories I’ve been wanting two write. So I hope that either You’ve enjoyed it, or are just like “What the @#$% Was that.” Either way please e-mail me to tell me What you thought. I can be reached at: neomoon@yahoo.com. Thanks for reading. NeoMoon Coming next: “NeoMoon Presents: What if Sailor Senshi hadn’t won against Beryl.” __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get Yahoo! 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