Title: Amy's Odyssey
Author: Queen
E-mail: queen2126@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Read me and Disclaimer-
Hello...and welcome to "Amy's Odyssey."
This is just general info. All excerpts from the "Odyssey" are from the
Robert Fagles verse translation, 1996, Penguin Books. The quote in chapt. 2
is from the "Metamorphoses" by Ovid, trans. by A.D. Melville, Oxford ed.
1986. The song in chapt. 5 is "Dante's Prayer" music and lyrics by Loreena
McKennitt, from the "Book of Secrets," and the song in chapt. 7 is from "All
Souls Night" also by Loreena McKennitt, from "The Visit." (Can you tell who
I was listening to when I wrote this?)
I read the English translation mangas, so all attacks, nicknames, (Bunny,
V-babe) are from there. Usagi/Serena is ALWAYS called 'Bunny'. And an
*astrix* means an italic, usually Amy's thoughts.
Sailor Moon and everything related to it belongs to Naoko Takeuchi, Toei
Anime, DiC Entertainment, Pocket Mixx and other powerful people with lawyers
scarier than any Negaverse monster, so please do not sue me.
The characters of legend belong to the world, except for Athena, who belongs
to herself, because she lives in my bookcase and yells at me to write.
Finally, please e-mail me! I would love to hear from everyone!
My address is queen2126@hotmail.com
Ja ne, and enjoy!
-Queen
Amy's Odyssey-
A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
Fraught with a later prize;
Another Orpheus sings again,
And loves, and weeps, and dies.
A new Ulysses leaves once more
Calypso for his native shore.
From, "Hellas: Two Choruses" by Percy Bysse Shelley
Prologue-
Guide my hand, Muse, and let me tell the tale of the one called the Soldier
of Water. In jealous rage, Poseidon has lost his city to the wisdom of
another, and seeks revenge against the goddess Athena. He searches through
time, and finds his champion. Paint the words, Muse, on the page, of that
girl who incurred Poseidon's wrath, and who braved his seas to take back
what is hers....
Silently walked a solitary figure in the halls of time. Mists of purple and
grey shrouded the daughter of Chronos, sighing past her as she patrolled her
protectorate. Into the misty halls, a brightness of silvery blue coalesced,
streaking forward at a lightning pace down the hall to where the lone senshi
paced. Centuries of silence had attuned her to the ways of this strange
place. The disturbance in the mists, the other presence, alerted her. She
turned, Timestaff in hand, to see a figure emerge from the ball lightning, a
male form, grinning with a lopsided smile.
"Pluto!" he greeted her, folding his arms and leaping lithely into the air,
where he hovered, legs crossed at the ankles. "Got some news for you."
Sailor Pluto arched an eyebrow. There was little by way of 'news' that he
could tell her. But, stoic as usual, she waited for him to speak.
Finally realizing that he would not be getting a response, he shrugged,
yawning. Then his chocolatey eyes brightened as he told her, "Selene has
given birth. The Moon Kingdom has an heir."
This was good news. But Pluto, knowing the person she now faced, hesitated.
A word of caution would be said now, to ensure the future. "A son.
Excellent. Is he healthy?"
"Perfect. Selene couldn't be happier."
It was Pluto's reaction to his response that alerted him to his mistake.
She leaned forward, bringing her staff to bear, preparing to call out her
command. He grinned wickedly, and with the infinite speed that had so
swiftly brought him to her halls, withdrew a hand from behind his back, a
pouch in palm. The leather bag was thrown as Pluto began her whisper, the
leather thongs opening and spraying a dusty substance into Pluto's face.
"Dead Scr..." her words faded as her eyelids slipped down, her grip on the
Timestaff loosening. Her knees buckled as she fought the powder, but it
settled in her garnet eyes, and she collapsed to the ground, the Timestaff
clattering down beside her.
The young man chuckled lightly, levitating over Pluto's lightly slumbering
body. "So, the heir is going to be a girl, then. Well, old Sea Brain said
you were smart. Gotta love Morpheus for sleeping powder, though," he said,
shaking his head. He shrugged, then floated over Pluto's silently slumbering
body, and plucked a key from its chain.
*We are the sea.
We are the planet's dual-purpose organ of reproduction and reverence. The
trinity of sun, moon, and earth exchange their sacred energies through the
linkage we provide.
We acknowledge no limits, merely impediments that we continually whittle
away. We are a prism through whose liquid lens the colorful diversity of the
planet is refracted. We contain the images of Atlantis and Lemuria and Mu,
of transoceanic Phoenician trading vessels and the Titanic and the five lost
planes of Flight 19.
Aswarm with life, we think trillions of versions of thought. Our sentience
is in your blood, in everything that contains water.
We are the sea.
We do not see humans as humans perceive themselves. The creature called Man
appears to us as a core of heat giving off radiance in the warm spectrum.
Man is a seeker of solid surfaces, a self-replenishing organism capable of
creating toxic wastes.
Man is a cancer that crawled from our womb.
We are watching. We are aware.
We are the sea.*
-From "The Elementals" by Morgan Llywelyn
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