Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Silver Dreams ❯ Chapter 3 - Arrival ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lynnwood
The vote has passed, the Earthlings are now arriving for the first time on Lunaran soil. How will Princess Serenity react? How will the others take this new turn of events?

Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 06.16.2005 | Updated On: 11.04.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 5.1K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Work In Progress

AN - I stole the physical design for the transporters from Stargate. Don't sue me. Also this chapter has lots of character descriptions. I hope I make them entertaining enough that they don't bog you down too much. Please don't complain about my use of the "usual colors" for the girls. I like the usual colors, that's why I use them. XP. And just for reference, the planetary symbols on their foreheads are kinda like natural birthmarks. All the Royals have them for their respective planets.

: Chapter 3 :
Arrival
Serenity stood with her mother three days later—both dressed in their most regal white gowns, complete with elegant gold jewelry and other accessories—as they waited in an enormous chamber within the Grand Palace of Lunara. Just beyond where they stood rested the large planetary transporter, being prepared to receive the other members of the Silver Alliance.
Hotaru stood with them as well. The somber girl wore black from head to toe, in a sleeveless black gown adorned with intricate silver and violet patterning, which had a high mandarin collar with silver frog clips down the front. The skirt was narrow and long with a pleat down the middle, pooling at her feet. Around her brow was the thin, delicate crown of Saturn, silvery beads hanging down over her straight black hair. The child Queen stood straight with the birthmark symbol of Saturn showing plainly on her forehead, and waited patiently for the others to begin arriving.
Technicians began hustling around the huge metal ring, which was inert for the moment. As Serenity watched however, the ring slowly began spinning, the lights and runes surrounding it shifting, blinking and glowing in synchronization. One of the technicians punched in the necessary coordinates and then suddenly the space inside the ring twisted hard and contorted like a whirlpool of water. Colors and lights flashed myriadly, and then the center stilled again to show the landscape of Mercury's capitol city. Towering buildings of light and metal spiraled upward to unimaginable heights. Two figures hesitated for a moment on the other side before walking through. There was a ripple as if they were moving through a pool of liquid, and then the King of Mercury and his only daughter stood on the platform.
Princess Ami, as she was called, had short-cropped sapphire blue hair and matching blue eyes. Currently she wore a light blue tunic edged in white with belled, transparent sleeves, the hem leaving just a touch of her flat belly bare. A large white belt strapped diagonal across her thin waist and then a filmy, layered skirt hung loose. It stopped at the knee on one side and—following the diagonal cut of the belt—the other dragged the floor. Finishing her outfit, Ami wore knee-high white boots and matching silver cuffs around her wrists and neck. Like the others, the lightly tanned symbol of her planet showed easily in the center of her forehead.
Ami and her father stepped down off the platform and then came to stand next to Hotaru. The Mercurian princess murmured a few kind-hearted words to the dreary girl, which won her a slight smile and a nod before the both of them turned back to the front.
The transporter reverted back to the colorful whirl, and then it stopped again suddenly, revealing the swealtering tropical paradise that was Venus. Two more figures stepped through the threshold, revealing the Queen of Venus and her daughter, Mina.
The Venusian Princess possessed a mane of long, luxuriant lemon blonde hair that spilled like honey to the backs of her knees and a pair of cornflower blue eyes, exotically beautiful just like her mother. Mina wore soft yellow robes today that hung off of one shoulder, leaving the other bare, with the center cut out of the front to reveal a taught, tanned stomach encircled by a thin gold belly bracelet. Both arms were bedecked in delicate gold bracelets and armbands, with matching chains around her neck, a pair of crisscrossing gold-colored sandals on her feet. The symbol of Venus marked her brow plainly, leaving no question as to her heritage. The normally chipper and happy-go-lucky princess was unusually somber today, and all well knew the reason. She and her mother quickly joined the others, turning back to witness the arrival of the next party.
Again the transporter shifted, soon revealing a harsh landscape of ruddy red sands, swirling restlessly with the wind even as they watched. Three figures quickly stepped through; the King and Queen of Mars, along with their daughter, Raye.
Raye was dressed in ruby red robes similar to her mothers, though hers did not completely cover her tanned arms and the gauzy cloth draping around her head was transparent, allowing her long black hair to tumble loose behind her, down to her thighs. A single chain wound around her forehead, five smaller disks jangling musically from it as the sour-faced princess descended with her parents, violet eyes hot with barely contained displeasure. Beneath the discs around her brow, the symbol of Mars burned.
Once again the transporter changed scenery, revealing what appeared to be a marshy forest beset by a violent thunderstorm, with brilliant flashes of lightning and blinding sheets of rain. Two more figures stepped through the portal, one the hulking King of Jupiter and the other his tall daughter Lita.
She had a high ponytail of auburn curls that fell to her shoulderblades, sharp green eyes and a stormy frown on her rain-misted face. The young princess wore dark green, nearly black leather breeches that hugged her long legs like a second skin and a heavy forest green jacket over the top of a billowy white tunic. Lita wore no other ornamentation other than the earrings in her ears, which had belonged to her now deceased mother; pink quartz cut into the shape of roses. That and the symbol of Jupiter, which blazoned in the center of her forehead beneath her bangs. The Jovian Princess stepped forward with her father, neither looking very pleased.
Again, a shift, now to show a vast stretch of grasslands, currently being assaulted by tumultuous winds. Two tall feminine figures stepped forward, both with matching expressions of disgust on their faces.
Princess Amara stood tall and confidently, short-cropped tawny hair wind-tousled and her Prussian blue eyes steely. She was dressed as her mother was, in dark blue leather breastplate armor cut for a woman, ornamented in silver, with a slit leather skirt that came to mid-thigh. She also had on matching wrist gauntlets and knee-high boots. Amara wore no jewelry or accessory, other than the intricate symbol of Uranus on her brow. Both she and her mother lazily strolled from the platform, taking their place beside those assembled, though certainly not without a grudging mutter on the Queen's part.
And finally, the transporter shifted to that of a huge dock area, giving way to vast open oceans of teal blue. Three figures quickly stepped through, the King and Queen of Neptune and their daughter Michelle.
The Neptunian Princess possessed a mane of aqua green hair, thick and curly, that barely passed her shoulders and a pair of soft blue eyes. She wore a turquoise bikini top held together with intricate pink coral and silver fastenings. A string of the same wound around her waist and hips three times over that held in place what appeared to be two separate swaths of matching blue-green cloth that sort of served as a skirt, the ends just barely closing at the top. Otherwise her legs were bare, as were her feet, both ankles adorned with silver and coral made jewelry. The symbol of Neptune showed plainly on her brow as well.
After the Neptunians joined them, the congregated stood back from the transporter in a half circle, a receiving line of sorts. There was a moment of hesitation as the new coordinates for Earth were entered. And then the center swirled about madly again. When it was settled, there was only a dimly lit chamber with barely any light revealed. The transporter hummed as a single shadowy figure stepped through. When he did, the entire congregated gasped with shock.
The Prince of Phaeton, long since thought dead, sneered at all of them as he saluted with a silver flask. The symbol of his planet was barely visible beneath his shaggy bangs.
“Don't everybody greet me all at once,” Jorowyn sneered before taking a drink of whatever it was in his flask. Serenity could only blink, flabbergasted. He had changed so much! Gone was the well-groomed, smiling, articulate philosopher that she remembered. In his place stood a haggard, weary man dressed in a barely-laced white tunic and stained brown leather breeches. His long red-gold hair, once a glorious mane of shining curls that reached his knees, now hung about his frame in oily, dull and tangled tendrils. His pale green eyes were sunken, rimmed in purple and giving him an almost sickly appearance.
“We thought you had died, Jorowyn,” the Queen called after a moment of her own shock, causing the deposed prince to bark with laughter.
“Oh Serenity, your ignorance never ceases to amaze me,” he called, continuing to chuckle as he stepped off the platform, wiping his mouth of the drink that had trickled past. “I am dead, you're just too self-important to see it past your own vanity.” He loped closer, and the princess had to turn away slightly at the stench of alcohol that rolled off of him. His pale eyes were like mirrors as they glared down into the Praetorian Queen's. “I died the day you turned your backs on us and consigned my father, my family, my people, myentire planet to complete annihilation. Stranded and completely forgotten about on Earth, I learned very quickly who my real friends were. Rest assured that I will never repeat my father's mistake, which was to naïvely trust his fate into the hands of the likes of you.”
The Queen didn't respond, merely stood her ground, head held high. Jorowyn eventually sneered at this and turned away, stumbling a little back the way he'd come.
“I should have known,” the Mercurian King suddenly called, frowning. “Earthlings wouldn't know enough about our laws to have come up with such a cunning, manipulative plan as this. They would have to have had an outside influence.”
Jorowyn merely rolled his eyes. “That only took you . . . what, four days and a slap in the face to figure out? Stars, my father's equipment must be in shambles by now with idiots like you in charge of it.”
Hector scowled but said nothing else.
“Well let's get this show on the road, shall we?” Jorowyn called, shoving the technician away from the control panel and taking control of it himself. He punched in several coordinates, fingers flying, then hit the transmission button.
The chaotic center stilled soon after to reveal a large, stone-made castle set into an atmosphere very similar to Venus, though a little less vibrant. A man stepped through, dressed in resplendent silver armor trimmed in dark blue, a matching cape billowing out around his frame. He had golden blonde hair, cut short and very curly, with dark blue eyes and a quirk to his lips that belied the stony expression on his face. A wicked-looking bastard sword was strapped around his waist, and with the way his gauntleted hand casually rested atop the hilt, Serenity had no doubts that the man knew well how to use it.
“Ladies and gentleman of the Silver Annihilators, may I present Lord Jadeite of Earth, Warrior King of the South and Fourth General of Earth's Armies.”
Lord Jadeite gave a small bowing salute, then stepped off to the side and stood at attention. Serenity was fascinated and stared avidly, perhaps more than was proper, but she couldn't help herself. Here was one of the legendary Warrior Kings that she'd been hearing so many stories about, in the flesh. She had to admit, she was not dissapointed. They were even more handsome than the rumors gave them credit for.
Jorowyn pressed several buttons on the transporter and it shifted again to reveal another castle resting in the middle of an evergreen forest like the kind found on Jupiter. Another man stepped through, dressed in the same type of armor, though his was lined in red with a long cape to match it. He was taller than the first, with a full mane of oak brown hair and paler blue eyes that were like ice as they glared out at the congregated. This one had no sword, but his fists were reinforced with fighting bracers that could do severe damage if equipped on a man who knew how to use them properly.
“Lord Nephrite,” Prince Jorowyn called lazily, “Warrior King of the West and Third General of Earth's Armies.”
Lord Nephrite repeated his fellow's gesture, then went to stand beside him. Both men were eyeing the assembled, with curiosity and a tiny bit of apprehension.
Again the transporter shifted, this time to a castle home set into a vast meadowland reminiscent of Uranus, but more vibrant and less windy. There were also trees sparsely dotting the landscape with what looked to be pink blossoms coating them. Serenity found herself wondering curiously what sort of tree would have pink leaves in it. The man that stepped through next made Serenity blink and do a double take, however, quickly forgetting all about pink leaves.
He could pass for the Prince of Phaeton—at least the way she remembered Jorowyn, before the war—so much so that the two could be twins. They had the same exact curly red-gold hair, his pulled back into a loose ponytail that fell to his narrow waist. His eyes were green as well, much darker than Jorowyn's however. The slender male was dressed as his fellows were; silver plate armor trimmed in deep green. The sword at his hip was a deadly rapier.
“Lord Zoisite,” Jorowyn announced, waving his hand for emphasis. “Warrior King of the East and Second General of Earth's Armies. Also my cousin, so you all can lose the looks of horror and astonishment.” Jorowyn's grin turned nasty. “The universe wouldn't be able to survive with two of me running around loose.”
Lord Zoisite turned to give his cousin a glare, then bowed respectfully before turning to stand with the other two.
Again the transporters changed, and this time Serenity gazed out into an icy, mountainous wasteland. There was a lone castle standing sentinel as the snow and sleet thundered past, slightly larger than the last three. A huge figure swept through then, bringing with him a swirl of snow. Serenity gasped along with several others.
While all of the men who had stepped through the portal thus far were attractive in their own right, this one seemed almost unearthly so. He had pale blonde hair so fair it was nearly white, falling heavily to his shoulders and down his broad back, brushing into a pair of silvery eyes. His skin was dark, darker than should have been possible in such a home that he had just come from. If she didn't know any better, Serenity would suspect that the man had Venusian blood. But then she took in his cold, apathetic expression and quickly changed her mind. He wore armor that was only slightly more elaborate than his fellows, trimmed in pale blue with a snow-white cape that fluttered at the heels of his boots. The great sword strapped to his back was nearly as big as he was, and Serenity could only gulp fearfully.
His fellows were famous . . . this one was infamous. It was whispered among the soldiers that she had spoken to that no one—not man, creature and perhaps even the gods themselves—could defeat this monster in a one-on-one battle of blades.
“Lord Malachite,” Jorowyn announced with a burping brandish. “Warrior King of the North and First General of Earth's Armies.”
His snapping salute was painfully perfect, down to the letter, before he turned smartly and took his place at the others' sides. Serenity was quite impressed.
“And finally, the man of the hour,” Jorowyn called, pressing buttons furiously. The transporter came to a stop on an enormous golden palace set into what looked to be a veritable forest of rosebushes. The sight was breathtaking, even the King of Jupiter gasped. A man slowly stepped through the gateway. “I give you the Lord King of Earth, Commander of Her Armies and your future Praetorian,” Jorowyn added with a malicious grin, “Lord Endymion!”
The transporters stilled with a swirling fanfare to reveal a tall young man dressed head to toe in black plate armor with a brilliant gold rose emblazoned across the front chest plate, the rest trimmed in the same color. He possessed a thin gold band around his brow that didn't quite meet in the center, revealing the circular symbol of his planet. This as well was half-covered by sable black bangs which also hung into a pair of blue eyes that seemed as deep and fathomless as the midnight sky. A deadly long sword was strapped to his hip, a black cape fluttering about his armored frame. He stood proud, confident. A gaping Serenity didn't think she had ever seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.
Then Queen Serenity stepped forward, clearing her throat.
“Welcome to my Kingdom, men of Earth. May this be the first in a long line of many days celebrating our friendship.” Jorowyn crossed his arms and rolled his eyes, but kept the rude laughter to a minimum. Lord Endymion inclined his head to that as the Four Warrior Kings took up positions behind him. As one, the five men slowly descended off the arrival platform. Jorowyn followed behind after shutting down the transporter with a flippant jab of his elbow.
The Queen motioned to the long line of people standing beside her. Princess Serenity managed to hide herself mostly behind her mother, able to shield herself from those piercing blue eyes for now.
“Fellow members of the Silver Alliance. We will make more formal introductions tonight at the ball I've arranged in honor of your arrival.” Again Jorowyn snorted.
“Do you people have to celebrate everything with a damned ball?”
“Jorowyn,” Endymion snapped, warning in his tone and faint glare. The Phaetonian rolled his eyes again but hushed for the time being.
“For now,” the Queen continued, voice beginning to tighten with annoyance, “please allow my daughter and her companions to show you and your Generals where you may rest and prepare for the festivities tonight. On the morrow the council shall reconvene and we will work out whatever details that must be done for our alliance to be finalized.”
Serenity gulped, then forced herself to step away and meet the Lord King of Earth—the man who would be her husband very soon—face to face for the first time. His reaction was very similar to hers only moments before. His eyes widened considerably, expression of shock and wonder painting his face. Serenity felt herself blushing hot, but forced herself to curtsy properly, eyes shyly falling to the ground. At a gesture from the Queen, Princesses Ami, Raye, Mina and Lita stepped forward as well.
Lord Malachite was given to the Venusian Princess to guide, Lord Nephrite to the Princess of Jupiter, Lord Zoisite to the Princess of Mercury and finally Lord Jadeite, paired with the scowling Princess of Mars.
Serenity watched somewhat apprehensively as the others lead their charges away, then cleared her throat.
“Well then, please follow me my Lord,” she murmured, voice whisper soft, and began leading him to the rooms that had been prepared. The King of Earth followed her wordlessly through the many corridors of the palace. Serenity had been instructed to take him to one of the larger state bedrooms. Her mother wanted no chance of any sort of offense created due to oversight or misunderstanding. Too much depended on this one man's good will.
They arrived in due time and Serenity opened the door before stepping aside and clasping her hands before her. The Lord King paused at the doorway, looking in, his expression unreadable. Serenity bit her lip.
“I hope everything is to your satisfaction, my Lord.”
“Endy,” he suddenly called, turning away from the enormous bedroom to gaze at her again. He smiled a little and Serenity could only stare stupidly, cheeks flushing hot again for no apparent reason. “Call me Endy,” he insisted again.
“Ah . . a-all right, Endy,” she fumbled, swallowing thickly. “As you wish.” His expression tightened at that and he sighed heavily.
“Listen . . . I know you probably don't want anything to do with the idea of marrying me,” he suddenly announced and again the young princess was thrown off balance. “Who would want to marry a complete stranger,” he clarified with an annoyed frown. Then he suddenly took one of her hands in his larger ones. “But I promise you, princess, that I am not the monster you must think of me,” he entreated in an impassioned voice. “I swear to you now that everything that I do is for the betterment of everyone involved, for the people of Earth and the Silver Alliance alike. I would ask that you aid me in this, for I will need a strong partner to depend upon in these coming weeks.”
Serenity gazed up at him for a time, then smiled.
“Serenity,” she murmured, and then grinned at his puzzled look. “You must call me Serenity, if I am to call you Endy. Or Serena perhaps, that is what my friends are wont to call me.” He gave her a returning grin, taking the offer for him to use her given name as she had meant it—an olive branch of sorts and a silent agreement to his plea.
“Serena it is then. I shall see you at the ball tonight?” She nodded, then stepped back.
“Until tonight,” she whispered, before turning on her heel and quickly leaving the way she'd come, wondering breathlessly what the funny feeling was swirling around in the pit of her belly.