Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Forget-Me-Not ❯ Prologue: The Dark King Appears ( Prologue )

Forget-Me-Not (Revised)

(Prologue)

By: mirroredsakura

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Koneko-chan says!

Hello all, I've returned, along with this fic. Yes, it has been posted before. Yes it has even been finished before. But who cares? It's prettier and much, much shinier now. Read on. And of course, reviews are always welcome.

Chibi-Relena: *rolls eyes* She hoards them so much, she appreciates even the flames…

Steph: Have I ever gotten any real flames? *musing* No… I've got really nice readers and reviewers, even if it's not really a reflection of any talent of mine…

Heero-chan: Say thank you.

Steph: *beams* Thank you!

Nanashi: *in the background* *mutters* Review whore.

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There were rows and rows of candles. Beautiful, white, long and stately, all lit flickering against the darkness of the black stone walls. They almost looked warm and comforting, as if were one to hold a hand them, you might feel the tingling warmth from those tiny flames that might even border on sweet pain. But in all truth, they held as much warmth as the black stone dais, on which a majestic black throne of stone stood. They were lit only by magic, that could be seen but never touched, letting the black obsidian walls encase the room in frigid darkness.

The throne seemed hardly to be carved at all, but the flickering light played on it so that when a person looked at it, they would see strange things shift, and run on it, sometimes looking like stone, sometimes not. At the very top of the high back of the chair which was actually part of the wall behind it, the stone was cut into a delicate pattern so that some moonlight filtered through and caught on the seated person's hair. There was a crescent moon. And no one could ever tell in what direction it pointed. It changed as much as the King's mood some people said, sometimes upright, sometimes inverted.

A young man sat on the throne, lounging quite comfortably swirling a wineglass of something deep and red. Another man was kneeling at the bottom of the dais, dressed in black armor, answering the young king in monotonous syllables. He was afraid, afraid but was apt not to show it around him. The King was young, but he was powerful, and he was evil and he was cruel. Long service to the Dark Forces had paid off for him and after the fall of the Queen he had taken over. He was quite handsome… extremely handsome really, though a terrifying coldness in the midnight blue of his eyes made anyone who looked directly at him wish to cower in fear. His black bangs came down to partially cover his eyes, hair so black, it shone with a dark blue light.

He was watching the cowering man years older than him, shivering not from the cold but from fear. His face twisted into a terrible parody of a smile. He liked fear. But he would not be enjoying any of his wonderful torturing devices today. This man had a special mission to accomplish. Only if he should fail. "Go to Earth. Find the Silver Crystal, and most importantly, bring me the princess who wields it. Do not damage her, do not touch her, and if you should disobey me in any way." he let his words trail off, the man could think up a lot more things that could happen to his pathetic life to scare him on his own. "Y-Yes sire. D-Dark Endymion… sir." The young man's lip quirked into that same vicious smile. What a fool. Still, these men had their uses. "Good. Now go." The soldier stood up and walked out of the room stiffly. As soon as he was out of sight though, he broke into a flat-out run, away from the Dark King. Not many people ever left that room alive.

Alone again, he smiled absently as a stone slab of some sort rose from the stone at his feet. It had been hollowed out, and it was a thing that had shaped itself in time. The hollow had been made by water, and it held water, as a mirror. From above his head, water fell; pooling in the stone slab that rested on a short pillar, after it had risen completely. When the water had reached the point where it would splash over with a single drop added, the water stopped pouring from the seemingly invisible pitcher.

The water rippled for a moment, and a vapor escaped the surface with a sound almost like a hollow sigh. The clear water fogged so he could no longer see the bottom of the stone slab, and instead, he saw galaxies and stars flash past his eyes as he gazed, until Earth came in sight. It seemed to zoom in, almost like a camera would for the people of the planet, and he was suddenly looking at a Shinto temple, and a crowd of girls became the focus of his mirror. They were all beautiful, the ancient planetary kingdoms had despised ugliness, and all the royalty were forever fair.

But they had beauty of different kind. One was of a fiery sort; she flaunted it well with her sultry way of moving, in an almost languid fashion. Another was of a more hidden beauty, and there was both intelligence and wisdom in her big blue eyes. The third was bright and vivacious, who would know exactly what she wanted, and would take it, and it was that vivacity that had made men adore her in the olden days. The taller of all of them had strength as well as beauty, she was not one to care so much of make-up or such, but she had been of a dreamier sort with her strength, another good combination that made men's heads turn back then. But only one caught his interest and held it. She was, to him (and to many other people besides him) the most beautiful of all women in all time. And he had seen many women before and after he first met her.

The moon goddess, the moonchild, the princess, whatever any of them called her all was the same. She was beautiful, angelic, wonderful. He could go on forever listing all the things he knew she was. And she wasn't his. Not now… But soon enough, soon enough. He would have her, he would have her back again. He would hold her in his arms, and everything he'd done, everything that had happened, all would be forgotten and he would be in paradise.

He licked his lips in anticipation, "Wait a while, little moon bunny, and I'll come to you."

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Yes, quite short, I know. But it's a prologue. The chapters, I believe, will be longer. Heck, not even 'I believe', they will be.