Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Book Of Days ❯ The Sea Of Time ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Starr Bryte 
An introduction by Sailor Pluto. Sometimes beginning a story takes more than just writing 'Once Upon A Time'... Disclaimers: Sailor Moon
Song: Sea of Time from Hercules and Xena
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 596 | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
An introduction by Sailor Pluto. Sometimes beginning a story takes more than just writing 'Once Upon A Time'... Disclaimers: Sailor Moon
Song: Sea of Time from Hercules and Xena
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.22.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 596 | Visits: 154 | Status: Work In Progress
21ST, 1999, 21ST CENTURY, THE 6TH AGE, EARTH
When we, the Sailor Senshi, won the Battle of the Star Cauldron at Zero Sagittarius and defeated Sailor Chaos in her stolen Galactican castle; I, Sailor Pluto, decided that it was high time to write the history of the Sailor Senshi, for our story is older than time. I wanted our tale to be told. How we fell from power and rose again from the ashes like the Phoenix of legend. Though my memory is infinite, Humanity’s is not. Nor are the memories of the other peoples of this diverse and vast cosmos. She would want the truth to be known. That once upon a time we were helpless. We are not Gods, nor do we wish to be called so. Though our immortality is god-like in that we shall live until forever end, we still feel pain. We still grieve the death of one of our own. We still fear the ending of one life, because the fear is of what shall happen in the next. We are the children of gods. We fear their wrath as all good people do. We cannot see the future nor are we almighty. That is where our weaknesses lie. In our hubris. In our fear. In our inability to be gods. But our memory is vast and hopefully we shall learn from our mistakes and learn to do better in the next life that we failed to do in the one we left behind.
So as I sit here before the gates of time I think back to it all. The images of my friends, dearer than kin, flash before me as I remember. To the time when this began. Where should I begin? The gates flicker encouragement. In my ears I hear singing. Haunting and mournful. Notes of hope and sorrow intertwined. The Sisters of Legends are singing. As my mind falters for the words and my emotions become tangled they gently guide my senses.
‘Be calm.’ They say, ‘Remember.’ Mnemosyne, the Senshi of Memories sings a lonely solo to me. The echoing loneliness of nothing. Telling me where to begin. She offers her assistance. Lethe, the Senshi of Forgetfulness adds her harmony and I begin to write anew. I shall begin at the beginning and end and the end. Yes. The beginning. Before the Silver Millennium. Before everything. Before Memory or Time. I write, each word flowing from their mouths as they speak to me as one. Their voice musical, beautiful and haunting as they sit by their river and tend their gardens eternally. I know what to write. My mind is calm. This tale shall begin before Once Upon a Time. Before man. Before moon. Before history. A tale of when all was a vast, vast nothing. Before Time began…
~Excerpt from the Diary of Setsuna Trista Meioh, Sailor Pluto, Senshi of Time.
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Before man
Before moon
Before history
In a world made of magic and mystery
Where creatures never seen before
The Gorgon and the Manticore
The Centaur beneath the silver tree
Come walk the Sea of Time
Where man and god meet in the dawn
Where gods are kings and men are pawns
And no one born is truly free
Across the Sea of Time
Come with me
Across the Sea of Time
Come with me
Across the Sea of Time
When we, the Sailor Senshi, won the Battle of the Star Cauldron at Zero Sagittarius and defeated Sailor Chaos in her stolen Galactican castle; I, Sailor Pluto, decided that it was high time to write the history of the Sailor Senshi, for our story is older than time. I wanted our tale to be told. How we fell from power and rose again from the ashes like the Phoenix of legend. Though my memory is infinite, Humanity’s is not. Nor are the memories of the other peoples of this diverse and vast cosmos. She would want the truth to be known. That once upon a time we were helpless. We are not Gods, nor do we wish to be called so. Though our immortality is god-like in that we shall live until forever end, we still feel pain. We still grieve the death of one of our own. We still fear the ending of one life, because the fear is of what shall happen in the next. We are the children of gods. We fear their wrath as all good people do. We cannot see the future nor are we almighty. That is where our weaknesses lie. In our hubris. In our fear. In our inability to be gods. But our memory is vast and hopefully we shall learn from our mistakes and learn to do better in the next life that we failed to do in the one we left behind.
So as I sit here before the gates of time I think back to it all. The images of my friends, dearer than kin, flash before me as I remember. To the time when this began. Where should I begin? The gates flicker encouragement. In my ears I hear singing. Haunting and mournful. Notes of hope and sorrow intertwined. The Sisters of Legends are singing. As my mind falters for the words and my emotions become tangled they gently guide my senses.
‘Be calm.’ They say, ‘Remember.’ Mnemosyne, the Senshi of Memories sings a lonely solo to me. The echoing loneliness of nothing. Telling me where to begin. She offers her assistance. Lethe, the Senshi of Forgetfulness adds her harmony and I begin to write anew. I shall begin at the beginning and end and the end. Yes. The beginning. Before the Silver Millennium. Before everything. Before Memory or Time. I write, each word flowing from their mouths as they speak to me as one. Their voice musical, beautiful and haunting as they sit by their river and tend their gardens eternally. I know what to write. My mind is calm. This tale shall begin before Once Upon a Time. Before man. Before moon. Before history. A tale of when all was a vast, vast nothing. Before Time began…
~Excerpt from the Diary of Setsuna Trista Meioh, Sailor Pluto, Senshi of Time.
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Before man
Before moon
Before history
In a world made of magic and mystery
Where creatures never seen before
The Gorgon and the Manticore
The Centaur beneath the silver tree
Come walk the Sea of Time
Where man and god meet in the dawn
Where gods are kings and men are pawns
And no one born is truly free
Across the Sea of Time
Come with me
Across the Sea of Time
Come with me
Across the Sea of Time