Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Jein ma'Ju - Dreaming of Home ❯ Introduction ( Chapter 1 )
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Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.28.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 518 | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Supernatural / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.28.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 518 | Visits: 175 | Status: Completed
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Jein ma'Ju - Dreaming of Home
Introduction
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The singing could be heard over the next hill from the academy, carried on the clear air.
Jeijei ma... Jei iy ne iju ma, joinu ieji och ma...
They were singing the old song for graduation, as a sort of celebration. "We have come out of the darkness", the words meant. "We were broken, we were scared, we did cry, we did hide, but we have surely triumphed over our selves, because we have survived."
The song was a traditional song of relief and self-forgiveness and celebration, and it had been sung by graduates of the academy for millenia. This year, though, the song had a slightly hysterical ferocity. There was an underlying current of willful assertiveness. These singers had the potential to be the best musicians, writers, teachers, and philosophers on the planet Chuu, as generations of academy graduates had been before them. Each of them loved this planet. They loved its rolling hills and shallow seas, and they loved the people, and they loved the optimistically self-critical Chuu mindset. They all had taken the recent news particularly hard.
Last week, a galaxy-wide scientific project announced its long researched findings, and they were grim. Even after the two hundred and seventeen years which had been devoted to the project, all the options and ideas had proved fruitless. Nothing could be done. Their home, the Sagittarius Galaxy, would be devoured by the Milky Way. Stars would die, solar systems would be ripped apart, and a few of the most unlucky would soon find themselves on a heading straight towards the center of the Milky Way - they would move on, through the black hole, into an uncertain fate. Even in the best of cases, their cultures and communities would be destroyed, and they would become a galaxy of refugees cast into a foreign world.
And there was absolutely nothing that could be done.
There was a planned meeting for representative Guardians from across the galaxy. They would meet and talk over what plans could be made for the protection of their peoples and, if possible, their planets and systems. Most systems wouldn't need to worry for many millennia, however, and had less of a vested interest in a hastened process than the planet Chuu did. Their system had, at most, sixty years before the gravitational effects of the other galaxy began to be seen.
The current graduates would still be alive then. They would see their children and grandchildren suffer. Despite not knowing that many Guardians of the Sagittarius Galaxy had disappeared, despite not knowing that the Milky Way was embroiled in a fierce war, the pain and forceful frustration was still quite palpable.
So they sang loudly, and one or two broke down into tears despite their professionalism. With characteristically Chuu-like fearful hope, they knit their prayers into a song and threw it to the stars.
If there was a god, an answer would come.
Jein ma'Ju - Dreaming of Home
Introduction
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The singing could be heard over the next hill from the academy, carried on the clear air.
Jeijei ma... Jei iy ne iju ma, joinu ieji och ma...
They were singing the old song for graduation, as a sort of celebration. "We have come out of the darkness", the words meant. "We were broken, we were scared, we did cry, we did hide, but we have surely triumphed over our selves, because we have survived."
The song was a traditional song of relief and self-forgiveness and celebration, and it had been sung by graduates of the academy for millenia. This year, though, the song had a slightly hysterical ferocity. There was an underlying current of willful assertiveness. These singers had the potential to be the best musicians, writers, teachers, and philosophers on the planet Chuu, as generations of academy graduates had been before them. Each of them loved this planet. They loved its rolling hills and shallow seas, and they loved the people, and they loved the optimistically self-critical Chuu mindset. They all had taken the recent news particularly hard.
Last week, a galaxy-wide scientific project announced its long researched findings, and they were grim. Even after the two hundred and seventeen years which had been devoted to the project, all the options and ideas had proved fruitless. Nothing could be done. Their home, the Sagittarius Galaxy, would be devoured by the Milky Way. Stars would die, solar systems would be ripped apart, and a few of the most unlucky would soon find themselves on a heading straight towards the center of the Milky Way - they would move on, through the black hole, into an uncertain fate. Even in the best of cases, their cultures and communities would be destroyed, and they would become a galaxy of refugees cast into a foreign world.
And there was absolutely nothing that could be done.
There was a planned meeting for representative Guardians from across the galaxy. They would meet and talk over what plans could be made for the protection of their peoples and, if possible, their planets and systems. Most systems wouldn't need to worry for many millennia, however, and had less of a vested interest in a hastened process than the planet Chuu did. Their system had, at most, sixty years before the gravitational effects of the other galaxy began to be seen.
The current graduates would still be alive then. They would see their children and grandchildren suffer. Despite not knowing that many Guardians of the Sagittarius Galaxy had disappeared, despite not knowing that the Milky Way was embroiled in a fierce war, the pain and forceful frustration was still quite palpable.
So they sang loudly, and one or two broke down into tears despite their professionalism. With characteristically Chuu-like fearful hope, they knit their prayers into a song and threw it to the stars.
If there was a god, an answer would come.