Hello, and welcome back...sorta.
Just so you know, 'The Weaver of Dreams' is a continuation to another fic
I wrote called 'The Bloom of the Mountain Cherry'. I've tried to write "Weaver
of Dreams" so that you can read this, without having read "Bloom". Things
are explained, but it really would be better if you read "Bloom" first... It
introduces a character named 'Kami' and this takes "Bloom" a bit further.
I've tried to stay true to the 'tone' of "Bloom" but "Weaver of Dreams" is a
bit more on the adventurous side. You will probably be able to tell that
after reading the prologue. (It's still a drama, but there's a little action
in this one.)
That said, Sailormoon does not belong to me. It would be cool, but it
doesn't. It belongs to Naoko-hime, who has spawned all this
fanfiction....so, read on, and see what you think.
-Queen
fic complete: 3/14/01
The Weaver of Dreams
Prologue-
The world of the dream was a strange one, and the sensation of floating
through space and time, one of tranquility. The dreaming girls' thoughts
were at peace, and the world she walked through one of starlit skies,
scented in lavender. If she turned her head quickly enough, she could see
the faint silhouette of a man beside her, and if she closed her eyes, feel
his hand in hers. Even though she dreamed, she felt herself blush, both in
happiness and uncertainty. And as it was in the world of dreams, the valley
they walked though became unnatural, the grasses fading into tiled hallways.
But then, her companion vanished, and the girl felt concern, which swiftly
became fear. The stars became black, and the quiet sounds of the wind on the
grass became silence. The rolling hills warped and twisted, curling into
glinting sapphire mirrors, which circled her from all sides, showing her
reflections of herself, some young, some old, some sad, some happy. But in
one mirror, the one she hesitated to face, a different reflection shone.
Instead of the short azure hair she was accustomed to, it was long and
blonde, bound up in two buns, the length of her hair trailing to the floor,
yet not quite brushing it.
The dreamer touched the hair with confusion, then the school uniform she
wore, the intricate brooch on the bow. The reflection imitated her, until it
smiled suddenly, ceasing to copy her actions. Instead, the mirror stretched
outward, as the shadow within pressed a hand against it, pushing her way
forward with a smile.
"Usagi-chan?"
The reflection continued to smile, approaching her friend, who backed
away,
but not quickly enough. A hand reached out, wrapping itself around the
dreamer's neck, and though she tried, the girl who dreamed could not break
free of the hold, as air faded from her world.
It was with a grateful gasp that Ami awoke, clutching her covers to her
chin, struggling to breathe in the air that was present in her room. She
pressed a hand to her neck. There were no fingermarks. No prints to show
that her throat had recently been crushed. She blinked once, the leapt from
the bed, running through the darkly shadowed apartment. Her arm shot out,
fingers encompassing the phone, even as it began to ring. Startled, she
fumbled with it, finally hitting the 'on' button. "Usagi-chan?"
There was a pause, then another voice. "Ami-chan?"
"Rei...Rei-chan?"
"You saw it too?"
"Hai."
There really was no need to say what 'it' was. They each reacted in equal
ways, Ami thinking the phone was Usagi, Rei already calling the senshi. Rei
continued, "I just tried Usagi-chan's house...the line was busy...."
"Mamoru?"
"I think so."
"Have you tried-"
"No, next."
"I'm on my way."
"Un. Five minutes."
There was a sharp click as Ami heard Rei set her phone down, next to her
bed. Ami cast a glance around the room, eyes sneaking to her mother's open
door. Dr. Mizuno was back on the late shift this week, having had her day
shift the week preceding. Into the cloaking darkness, she lifted her hand.
"Mercury Crystal Power! Make-up!"
The cool, yet somehow warm feeling of water coursed both around and
through
her, familiar yet startling as it was each time. When her feet hit the floor
again, she took a deep breath, cleansing her lungs. Then she headed out of
the apartment. Their Princess needed her soldiers.
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