Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Hither Comes the Silence ❯ One-Shot

Hither comes the Silence

The moon was full that night, casting a surreal glow across the world. It was the kind of night that would go on forever, never ending. The kind of night that can only be classified as what we humans might call eternal darkness.

She stood there, her toes hanging over the edge of the cliff. The warm night breeze was blowing her hair away from her face, like a lover's caress. The brewing storm whipped her white dress around her legs, silk over skin. Her voice, crystal clear, and sweet, rose and fell with the waves that crashed below her feet. Her song told a sad and lonely lullaby of a world of chaos, death, and sorrow. There was nothing and no one left but the barren, rocky cliffs . . . and the waves.

Half way around the world, a young girl cried out. It was a cry of loss. The young girl sobbed beneath the ruins of her once beautiful home because everyone she had ever known was gone. She was alone, one of the few survivors.

Her wispy, shoulder length black hair, streaked with purple highlights, whipped across her face, leaving stinging red marks across her cheeks. Slowly, she crawled out of the rubble, cutting her hands and feet on the sharp debris. Finally, she made it to the surface and she stood atop the destruction.

She stood there, as would a hero whom would redeem the world and save it from suffering. She stood like the savior of the world, because she was.

The wind became stronger and harsher. Defiantly, and in spite of the bitter cold, she turned her face into the wind. It whipped her hair away from her face and stung her eyes, but she wouldn't give up. The wind raged against her, but she stood her ground, the determination in her eyes announced to the world that she would not allow the earth to suffer any more. The stubborn line of her mouth told those that had survived, that she would sacrifice her life to end their pain.

The girl prayed:

"Please forgive me, World, but there is no other way."

And with that, her Silence Glave appeared in her hands. If there were any people left to see this happening, they would have said it bore a resemblance to the blade carried by the Grim Reaper, but was something else entirely. The Glave of Silence.

The Angel of Death, Destruction, and Rebirth had been awakened. The Savior from the Silence was here.

Then the words, "Death Reborn Revolution," were whispered softly from the girl's lips, thundering down from the sky itself. This girl, this savior, sealed the fate of the world in those words, and then ended all the pain and suffering with it, by one simple down-swipe of her Glave.

The lullaby stopped, and the girl standing on the cliff was engulfed in silence. Then, because there was no other reason to live, she stepped off the cliff, but before the raging waters could swallow her like a hungry shark would a tasty morsel, the world ended.

There was no life, no laughter, and no caress of a lover's hand. There was no sweet taste of candy melting on the tongue, no smell of cookies baking. There was nothing but death.

Then, the cycle started over, and there was a soul. A lost and wandering entity which bore in it's custody, the simple emotion of hope. With this hope, the soul knew love and from this love, there was life.