Well, here is part of my newest story revolving around Sailor Mars.
This one starts pretty much where "Quest of the Silver Imperium Crystal"
ended, so the order goes as so:
Mars Fire Ignite
Quest for the Silver Imperium Crystal
A Rei of Hope
Also, if you are wondering where this fits in in the Sailor Moon
timeline, don't. It doesn't fit anywhere in that universe. The Inner
Scouts are around 17 years old right now, some two to three years
after "Mars Fire Ignite".
I feel that I should thank Jeanette Cheuk for helping me hammer out the
general plot line and stuff for this one. Writer's block and school are
two of the damnedest irritants known to Man, I think. In addition, she's
been nice enough to point out all my heinous grammatical errors (hey! we
engineers aren't supposed to know English!).
Disclaimer-wise, Sailor Moon and her friends are the property of Naoko
Takeuchi, and they're copyrighted by her, and to a lesser extent, DiC.
Most of the other things spawned from my own imagination, so I'd
like credit for such. Enjoy!
Comments, criticisms, compliments to szaravel@aol.com OR
schoudh@eos.ncsu.edu
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A Rei of Hope
Prologue
by Soumitra Choudhury
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In the sulfurous cave, deep under the dormant mountain Fuji, a
small, but hideous creature slipped into view. Surveying the
craggy chamber, riddled as it was with bubbling pits of odious fire and
brimstone, the imp breathed deeply, reveling in the delightful
fragrance that reminded it so much of Dis, its planar home. It
chittered in mournful distress.
Bruul wanted to feel needed again. Bruul ached to serve a worthy
master, someone who could deliver sweet , charming, little children to
Bruul. Bruul loved to hear the little children scream, their pitiful wails
only adding to Bruul's enjoyment . Bruul would nibble away at their
tender
ears, suck out their tender eyes, and chew through their tender bellies.
Without a master's guiding hand, this was all too difficult for Bruul to do
on it's own, even if it could turn invisible at will.
Three years it searched, and finally, it had found what it was
looking for. Following the distinct emanations that faintly exuded
from one of the pools, Bruul dove into the sulfurous pit, basking in
the radiant heat for a moment.
Returning to the task at hand, Bruul dove deeper and deeper,
following the scent like a monstrous bloodhound. The poisonous liquid
it swam through hindered it not, for Hell was made of such burning
pits, and it had spent many years in just such pools in leisure.
There.
The scent of Bruul's goal reached a sharp piquant note that
made Bruul giddy with desire. The imp reached out with its gangly,
clawed fingers and felt it.
Smooth.
So smooth.
Like porcelain.
Grasping it with grubby hands, Bruul shot back up, its leather
wings spread out for maximum support.. In a geyser of putrid, yellow
fluid,
Bruul emerged from the pool and landed neatly upon the ground.
Twitching its simian ears back and forth, its eye sockets
drooling viscous blood down its face, Bruul licked its lips at the
sight of its master.
A pristine, faceless mask of ivory porcelain, featureless
except for the cut holes for the eyes.
In those dark sockets, two violet gems shifted and stirred,
flaring and flashing with a fierce inner glow.
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