Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Forgotten one ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Darkness has befallen the Moon Kingdom. The darkness settled without warning, without a chance for us to arm ourselves for a fight. Neo-Queen Serenity tried her hardest, but it failed. King Endymion stood with his love, determined to keep her safe, no matter what the cost. He faced the abyss with the courage only gained from a lifetime of love. I envy his determination.

This happened about 15 or 16 years ago. The darkness subsided, for a while anyway. Sealed away from the Moon Kingdom, darkness has tried to seep back into it, and failed miserably. Using the Silver Millennium Crystal, and the help of the Sailor Scouts and the King, the Queen was only able to prolong the inevitable. She could not destroy the evil upon her kingdom, only banish it from Crystal Tokyo.

I don't know exactly how she did it. I probably wasn't even born yet. My name is... well, I don't really know, but Dymier calls me Fox. Besides that, I don't know anything about my past. I was taken from my parents only minutes after I was born. "Rescued" was the term Dymier used. I don't believe a word he says.

But, then again, he is the very image of evil. The only descendant of Wiseman, Dymier is the blackest, most evil daemon in the entire universe. With hair as black as the darkness around him, and eyes to match, he is very intimidating. The long robes he wears are also ebony black, as is the boots and pants he wears. Compared to the darkness of the Ebony Plain, the place that Dymier has called home for so long, Dymier himself makes it look gray in comparison. He also has a personality to match.

As I understand it, Dymier was the soul force behind the attack on the Moon Kingdom about 15 years before. He wishes to destroy the Moon Kingdom, and shape it in his image, an image of darkness and despair. He even went as far as telling me how he was going to do it. He confides in me with the uttermost confidence. According to him, I won't tell anyone. And why should I? I have no friends or relatives. I'm just his personal pleasure object.

But that's where he's wrong. I'm not his, and never will be. Sure, I may not look like much, but I know that I'm not like Dymier. I don't feel the darkness that I can sense inside of him. I'm only a little shorter than him, with brownish, blondish, waist-long hair and azure colored eyes. I have as many black outfits as Dymier does. (That's a lot, because he has about 50!)

The only reason I have so many is because Dymier adores me. To him, I'm his little doll that he can dress up. What sickens me the most is that he forces himself onto me, and all I can do is say, "yes, my Lord".

"One day, I'm going to cover the Moon Kingdom in darkness," he said, "and you will be my queen of the Abyss."

However, that would be his down fall. I would rather die at his hand than rule at his side. I would rather die fighting for the Moon Kingdom, fighting for peace and love, than rule a kingdom of eternal darkness.

Dymier thinks he has broken my spirit by imprisoning me from birth. But he hasn't. I may not know who I am, but I must have a more important purpose than being Dymier's love slave. I must find my parents. They hold the key to my past. And to my future.