Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hearts in time ❯ What dreams may come ( Chapter 4 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: lance the flamesniper 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 708 | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 708 | Visits: 185 | Status: Completed
Hearts In Time Part four: What dreams may come
By
Lance the Flamesniper
It was dark. It's shouldn't have been though. This street used to be the brightest one in the kingdom. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, but getting to the palace. Someone had told him this was a safe route...leading away from the battle. Lance peered around a corner his katana ready if he needed it. Behind him close as a whisper was the woman. Tall, elegant looking with her dark green hair and bright magenta eyes....
He knew her as Setsuna...and yet that name didn't completely fit...
The road was clear, but it was hard to see in the dim light. With caution borne of a warrior he lead Setsuna from shadow to shadow. For now, the darkness was both ally and enemy. Only a few more yards to go and they'd be safe.
Lance resisted the urge to run. He continued cautiously hoping that none of the invaders had gotten this far yet. His hopes were for naught.
"So, I was right and this is an escape route," A white haired man growled as he stepped into view.
"Malachite," spat Lance as if the name was poisonous.
"Turn over the Time Keeper and I might let you live."
"Get out of my way you piece of trash or all you'll get is a taste of my starsteel," Lance growled.
With that the battle was joined. Lance's katana locked with Malachite's in a way that left Malachite open to a backhanded blow to the face. "Setsuna! My darling...RUN!" Was the last thing Lance yelled to her. Now as she stood at the gate she'd opened she could only watch the battle. Parry...thrust...block.... counter strike, Lance was a flurry that Malachite was having trouble blocking. Then Malachite pressed his Attack one bolt o nega-energy slammed straight through Lance's chest....
******
&nb sp; Two people both sat bolt upright in bed, unknowing that they did so. One, Lance Jayd was lying on a mat in the temple. The other in a bed two districts away. For a brief moment both wondered the same thing: "What the Hell was that?"
*****
Lance ran his hands over his face. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was only a dream and yet somehow it was more. It was real, as real as the woman in his dream. Lance looked out the window, by his guess it was almost midnight. Somehow he hoped, no prayed, this wouldn't be a nightly event.
*****
It took Setsuna a moment to collect herself and remember where she was. She was in her room; the cricket chorus of the springs in her next room confirmed that.
Setsuna looked to her clock, it was midnight and the worst of that recurring string of memories had just played itself out... She couldn't figure out though why the handsome man from the Temple was in them. The fact that the answer couldn't or wouldn't present itself was becoming maddening.
One thing was clear to both people though. That being that the answer had something to do with each other.
Meanwhile, from his palace outside Time, Chronos: lord of the Timeless, watched on and smiled. "Soon everything will be as it should and my game will end."
TBC
By
Lance the Flamesniper
It was dark. It's shouldn't have been though. This street used to be the brightest one in the kingdom. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered, but getting to the palace. Someone had told him this was a safe route...leading away from the battle. Lance peered around a corner his katana ready if he needed it. Behind him close as a whisper was the woman. Tall, elegant looking with her dark green hair and bright magenta eyes....
He knew her as Setsuna...and yet that name didn't completely fit...
The road was clear, but it was hard to see in the dim light. With caution borne of a warrior he lead Setsuna from shadow to shadow. For now, the darkness was both ally and enemy. Only a few more yards to go and they'd be safe.
Lance resisted the urge to run. He continued cautiously hoping that none of the invaders had gotten this far yet. His hopes were for naught.
"So, I was right and this is an escape route," A white haired man growled as he stepped into view.
"Malachite," spat Lance as if the name was poisonous.
"Turn over the Time Keeper and I might let you live."
"Get out of my way you piece of trash or all you'll get is a taste of my starsteel," Lance growled.
With that the battle was joined. Lance's katana locked with Malachite's in a way that left Malachite open to a backhanded blow to the face. "Setsuna! My darling...RUN!" Was the last thing Lance yelled to her. Now as she stood at the gate she'd opened she could only watch the battle. Parry...thrust...block.... counter strike, Lance was a flurry that Malachite was having trouble blocking. Then Malachite pressed his Attack one bolt o nega-energy slammed straight through Lance's chest....
******
&nb sp; Two people both sat bolt upright in bed, unknowing that they did so. One, Lance Jayd was lying on a mat in the temple. The other in a bed two districts away. For a brief moment both wondered the same thing: "What the Hell was that?"
*****
Lance ran his hands over his face. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was only a dream and yet somehow it was more. It was real, as real as the woman in his dream. Lance looked out the window, by his guess it was almost midnight. Somehow he hoped, no prayed, this wouldn't be a nightly event.
*****
It took Setsuna a moment to collect herself and remember where she was. She was in her room; the cricket chorus of the springs in her next room confirmed that.
Setsuna looked to her clock, it was midnight and the worst of that recurring string of memories had just played itself out... She couldn't figure out though why the handsome man from the Temple was in them. The fact that the answer couldn't or wouldn't present itself was becoming maddening.
One thing was clear to both people though. That being that the answer had something to do with each other.
Meanwhile, from his palace outside Time, Chronos: lord of the Timeless, watched on and smiled. "Soon everything will be as it should and my game will end."
TBC