Disclaimer: Like you guys don’t know… Sailor Moon is the creation of Naoko Takeuchi
Earth Saga: Part 8
Darien awoke with a jerk. It took him a second to
realize where he was and what had happened the night before. Serena’s pale
face, glowing from emotions reawakening in her, haunted his waking dreams. Was
she all right? He struggled to remember what had happened…
"Nena
Quill Attack!" Hundreds of little quills raced towards the water-wench
with only a few hitting their mark.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
who do you think you are? You wannabe Sailor Scout!" a twitchy voice
laughed.
"I
don’t think, I know! I am the keeper of the book, and in a few seconds you will
regret ever challenging me!" Before I could come through with my promise,
she raised her arms far above her head and let down a rope of water aimed to
give me a good whipping. I dodged it miraculously, and by doing so I noticed
that both Serena and Darien were on lying in each other’s arms, too weak to do
anything else. I could still sense their energy; it was strong inside them.
Their love is a powerful thing that will have me in awe until the end of time.
Seeing
them lying there brought me memories of the end of the Moon Kingdom. My friends,
dying around me. My family, being completely destroyed by Beryl’s forces. My
world, coming to an end. I could not stand it anymore. The pain, anger and
helplessness rose inside me driving my potential outward…
"Time
to finish you, wench! Nena Quill Attack!" My tiny quills flew with
more force and more quantity than ever before, hitting their marks as if there
was no where else they could land. With a wretched scream, she fell on her
knees.
"You
will pay for this!"
"Nautica!
Pull back! Tonight, neither the time nor the place is right!"
"Ultura!"
I said as I saw a skinny girl leaning on her sword appearing by the side of the
lake monster.
"Glad
to see I am remembered!" She laughed. "And also what I am up against!
I will destroy your princess…and then I will destroy you!"
"Your
name means one who takes revenge…Why are you going after my Princess? What has
she done to deserve it?"
"I
am surprise! Not many people would look for my cause in my name."
"Ones
identity is defined by the name one gives oneself."
"Hmm,
I forgot, you are the writer…the philosopher as well, it seems." She began
in a cocky tone and continued with tinge sadness surrounding the anger in her
voice, "As for your question, my name was not always Ultura. I changed it
long ago, when her people destroyed my people for no reason." She turned
to leave.
"Ultura!"
She turned to look at me. "What was your name before then. Do you
remember?"
"How
could I forget?" The sarcasm in her tone was overwhelming. "It was
Mnar! Until we meet again, Nena!" She bowed and disappeared into thin air
with Nautica, leaving me with an uneasy sense of what is to come. Perhaps the
one thing more dangerous than a psycho bent on conquering the universe, is one
bent on setting things right, because in the eyes of the latter, that psycho
believes she or he is actually on the side of good.
Darien looked worriedly out
the window. “What have I
done?” he asked himself with the
same force as if he were stabbing himself. “What danger have I exposed you to, Serena? No, I can’t let this feeling
bloom. I can’t risk letting you
get hurt because of me!” as he
finished he slammed his fist against the wall and tried to fight of his tears.
Tired
and confused, Serena rolled out of bed.
Unsure of how she got there, she decided to take a cold shower. During the night, she had had another
memory flash. Not as strong as the
previous ones, but strong enough to confuse her. Had Darien and her been lovers at one time? Had last night really happened? She let the cold water run down her
face, but her lips still burned with his passion. Yes, it had.
She
smiled to herself as she washed her hair.
He had tried to tell her something. He had tried to tell her he cared. It was a dream come true, or was it. Darien and her got along like cats and
dogs, and after last night. Could
she risk exposing him again?
Serena shot off the water and rapt herself in a large pink towel. She went over and sat on her bed as she
though what would be the best thing to do. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and listened to her
heart. Somehow she knew: when she
had to cross that bridge, the path would be clear.