Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid's Ascent ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: DreamRoze 
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.08.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 154 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sailor Moon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Fantasy / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.08.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 154 | Status: Completed
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Padded footsteps swept down a richly lavished corridor, then paused. A drawn out creak from the door's hinges sounded as it was swung open, then shut softly, the latch clicking into place.
Ceriena Seliez wiped at the hot tears that made their slow descent down her cheeks. Against the heavy oak of the door, she hugged herself tightly and whispered to herself reassuringly, "I'm not a bastard...I'm not!"
She pushed off against the door and ran down the front steps of her boarding school. She headed towards the gravel path that led to an obscure dirt trail in the forest, which bordered Trilere Academy¡Xa private, boarding school for children of magical background. Wisps of golden red hair came loose of its confines as the small girl ran towards what she hoped would be an asylum from her life within the walls of her school.
Ceriena turned the corner of the path and nearly ran over a boy not much older than her. Her head jerking up, she dashed away the last of her tears as an unwelcome sneer spread across Kimel¡¦s face.
Kimel was a fifteen year old bully who took pride in picking on the younger girls at the academy. His favorite pasttime? Belittling Ceriena. Spreading rumors about Ceriena. In short, making her life at school a living hell. He was an arrogant prick who thought he was above others just because his father had money. But it didn't help that he came dressed up in a pretty package.
With dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and an athletic build, Kimel might have been the target of most girl's affections. But, what he had in looks must have been taken from his personality.
"Well, if it isn't 'Miss Ill'?" Kimel brought back the morning's memories of a newfound nickname. Miss Ill. Abbreviated for Miss Illegitimate. He poked her in the ribs and said condescendingly, "Get out of my way, girl. You should know better than to step onto the same path as your betters, let alone stumble into me. Brainless halfwit."
Tears pricked the back of Ceriena's eyes as she nodded solemnly and backed away, mumbling her apologies.
"What's that girlie?" Kimel shoved her farther away. "I didn't hear you." His eyes laughed wickedly at her as she fell from his second shove.
"I said I'm sorry... It won't happen again," she finished brokenly, her voice small and pathetic. Fresh tears threatened to fall down from her eyes.
"Awww... Is little Ceriena going to cry? Are you going to run to your daddy, now?" he crooned. Then, as if he just remembered, "Oh, wait, I forgot. You don't have a father do you?" His tone became ruthless. "You're nothing but a dumb bastard, aren't you? Now, move it." He pushed her to the side of the trail and walked on without a backwards glance, as if he were dismissing a servant.
Ceriena stared blindly at the leaving figure that was Kimel Rukien, her fists clenched in the folds of her satin skirt. Several more drops of tears landed in the dirt around her feet as she turned and ran into the forest, ignoring the dirt path.
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"Auntie? Auntie Leban?" A five year old Ceriena tugged on the weighty velvet skirt of her aunt's newly bought dress.
Irritated, Leban Reese looked down at her niece and asked coldly, "What is it now?" Honestly, the child never left her alone.
"What's il--ill--illegimate?" Ceriena garbled the word she meant to ask about, trying to recall it from memory.
"Illegitimate, Ceriena. Not 'illegimate'. It means someone who was borne to parents who weren't married." Her words were spaced out, annoyed. She put on her pearl earrings and looked down at the top of Ceriena's head. The child was officially stupid. It's what happened to children when the parents were of two different races.
"What's so bad about it, though? Some older kids were calling me that at the park today." Ceriena held onto her unicorn plushie and looked up at her aunt, trying to understand, her violet eyes lost to confusion.
Exasperated, Leban looked at her manicured nails and rolled her eyes. "It's like an annoyance, something you don't want to have around because it's tainted. Like a bug. Like a problem someone has." 'Like you' was the unsaid comment. With a swish of her velvet skirts, Leban turned back to her armoire to finish readying herself for the night's ball. She'd have to have that child put into a school, soon. She wouldn't dare have Ceriena running around when she was trying to keep her reputation as a perfectly good matron of the Court. With that thought, she dismissed Ceriena from her mind.
Hurt, Ceriena left the room, not knowing what it was about herself that made everyone use her as the pinpoint of their dislike. That made her own aunt hate her so.
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"Illegitimate." Ceriena closed her eyes and leaned against the bark of a tree, tired from her run and sticky with sweat. Her thin blouse clung to her skin uncomfortably as she breathed heavily, catching her breath. She fingered a diamond pendant that hung off a thin golden chain absently and brushed a lock of red-gold hair out of her face.
Why me, she wondered silently, despairingly.
For the past seven years she'd had to deal with cruelty from her peers. She was an outcast in society's eyes. Her own father hadn't wanted her, so why should they?
"Half-breed bastard, is what that child is," the taunts had began.
"Aw, poor Ceriena. She's the devil's kin you know, always with that gleam in her eye."
"Look at that wretched child! She's barely fit to perform any form of magic as it is."
"Daughter of a vampire, s'what I heard."
"Yes, well, vampires never did us any good. The whole lot of them ought to burn in hell. Them and their damned bastard children."
Haughty voices had crowded her mind with cruel barbs as a small child. Now on the brink of turning thirteen, it was all she'd ever known. She was so young, but mentally she'd aged far beyond her years.
Despair for a woman long gone, Ceriena wished for her mother to be alive again. Oh how Iselin had tried to protect her daughter from the inevitable, from the malicious verbal barbs that would no doubt begin. But, without a husband to help around the home, Iselin had to find her own means of payment. Working hard day and night had led her to an early demise at the age of thirty-two, with a five year old daughter to be shipped off to a distant relative, Leban Reese.
Unwelcome, Ceriena had joined Leban and her brood of three children. None of them loved her. None of them even liked her. All three had made fun of her, saying she was the unwanted child of two parents. One who chose to leave, while the other chose death. Life seemed to twisted and vindictive at that point. Little did she know about the years she'd spend trying not to cry in her own bedroom.
Later, when she was seven she'd been sent to an academy for children to enhance their magical capabilities. But what she received there was no different from what she'd been forced to endure back at home. It was like the entire world knew Ceriena Seliez's father had left her mother, and that she was very much alone.
Drawn out of her self pity, Ceriena glanced about herself worriedly. She came to the realization that she didn¡¦t quite know where she¡¦d run. Damning herself as a brainless twit, she sat down on the dirt and hoped that the woods didn¡¦t have any animals that would decide she¡¦d do well as a main course.
Sighing, her mind wound its way back to her place in society.
Is there no one who would look past my birth and like me for me? No one? Her questions sounded fervently in her mind as she gazed at the setting sun. She closed her eyes tightly and a foolish wish slipped into her mind, from her heart.
*Could I not be... Could I not be taken to a place where I could grow up with people I love, people who care? Even if for a minute moment in time?*
Ceriena's surroundings melted away and her world was naught but a black void for a while. Then colors emerged, connecting, spiraling, and forming. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on a flat rock, her clothes sodden. A pair of disconcreting green eyes right above her stared back at her closely.
Disappointment showed in those green eyes. "I thought your eyes would be green. Like mine."
Ceriena stared, hoping beyond hope. Could it be? Could her wish... "Where am I?"
* * * * *
Padded footsteps swept down a richly lavished corridor, then paused. A drawn out creak from the door's hinges sounded as it was swung open, then shut softly, the latch clicking into place.
Ceriena Seliez wiped at the hot tears that made their slow descent down her cheeks. Against the heavy oak of the door, she hugged herself tightly and whispered to herself reassuringly, "I'm not a bastard...I'm not!"
She pushed off against the door and ran down the front steps of her boarding school. She headed towards the gravel path that led to an obscure dirt trail in the forest, which bordered Trilere Academy¡Xa private, boarding school for children of magical background. Wisps of golden red hair came loose of its confines as the small girl ran towards what she hoped would be an asylum from her life within the walls of her school.
Ceriena turned the corner of the path and nearly ran over a boy not much older than her. Her head jerking up, she dashed away the last of her tears as an unwelcome sneer spread across Kimel¡¦s face.
Kimel was a fifteen year old bully who took pride in picking on the younger girls at the academy. His favorite pasttime? Belittling Ceriena. Spreading rumors about Ceriena. In short, making her life at school a living hell. He was an arrogant prick who thought he was above others just because his father had money. But it didn't help that he came dressed up in a pretty package.
With dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and an athletic build, Kimel might have been the target of most girl's affections. But, what he had in looks must have been taken from his personality.
"Well, if it isn't 'Miss Ill'?" Kimel brought back the morning's memories of a newfound nickname. Miss Ill. Abbreviated for Miss Illegitimate. He poked her in the ribs and said condescendingly, "Get out of my way, girl. You should know better than to step onto the same path as your betters, let alone stumble into me. Brainless halfwit."
Tears pricked the back of Ceriena's eyes as she nodded solemnly and backed away, mumbling her apologies.
"What's that girlie?" Kimel shoved her farther away. "I didn't hear you." His eyes laughed wickedly at her as she fell from his second shove.
"I said I'm sorry... It won't happen again," she finished brokenly, her voice small and pathetic. Fresh tears threatened to fall down from her eyes.
"Awww... Is little Ceriena going to cry? Are you going to run to your daddy, now?" he crooned. Then, as if he just remembered, "Oh, wait, I forgot. You don't have a father do you?" His tone became ruthless. "You're nothing but a dumb bastard, aren't you? Now, move it." He pushed her to the side of the trail and walked on without a backwards glance, as if he were dismissing a servant.
Ceriena stared blindly at the leaving figure that was Kimel Rukien, her fists clenched in the folds of her satin skirt. Several more drops of tears landed in the dirt around her feet as she turned and ran into the forest, ignoring the dirt path.
* * * * *
"Auntie? Auntie Leban?" A five year old Ceriena tugged on the weighty velvet skirt of her aunt's newly bought dress.
Irritated, Leban Reese looked down at her niece and asked coldly, "What is it now?" Honestly, the child never left her alone.
"What's il--ill--illegimate?" Ceriena garbled the word she meant to ask about, trying to recall it from memory.
"Illegitimate, Ceriena. Not 'illegimate'. It means someone who was borne to parents who weren't married." Her words were spaced out, annoyed. She put on her pearl earrings and looked down at the top of Ceriena's head. The child was officially stupid. It's what happened to children when the parents were of two different races.
"What's so bad about it, though? Some older kids were calling me that at the park today." Ceriena held onto her unicorn plushie and looked up at her aunt, trying to understand, her violet eyes lost to confusion.
Exasperated, Leban looked at her manicured nails and rolled her eyes. "It's like an annoyance, something you don't want to have around because it's tainted. Like a bug. Like a problem someone has." 'Like you' was the unsaid comment. With a swish of her velvet skirts, Leban turned back to her armoire to finish readying herself for the night's ball. She'd have to have that child put into a school, soon. She wouldn't dare have Ceriena running around when she was trying to keep her reputation as a perfectly good matron of the Court. With that thought, she dismissed Ceriena from her mind.
Hurt, Ceriena left the room, not knowing what it was about herself that made everyone use her as the pinpoint of their dislike. That made her own aunt hate her so.
* * * * *
"Illegitimate." Ceriena closed her eyes and leaned against the bark of a tree, tired from her run and sticky with sweat. Her thin blouse clung to her skin uncomfortably as she breathed heavily, catching her breath. She fingered a diamond pendant that hung off a thin golden chain absently and brushed a lock of red-gold hair out of her face.
Why me, she wondered silently, despairingly.
For the past seven years she'd had to deal with cruelty from her peers. She was an outcast in society's eyes. Her own father hadn't wanted her, so why should they?
"Half-breed bastard, is what that child is," the taunts had began.
"Aw, poor Ceriena. She's the devil's kin you know, always with that gleam in her eye."
"Look at that wretched child! She's barely fit to perform any form of magic as it is."
"Daughter of a vampire, s'what I heard."
"Yes, well, vampires never did us any good. The whole lot of them ought to burn in hell. Them and their damned bastard children."
Haughty voices had crowded her mind with cruel barbs as a small child. Now on the brink of turning thirteen, it was all she'd ever known. She was so young, but mentally she'd aged far beyond her years.
Despair for a woman long gone, Ceriena wished for her mother to be alive again. Oh how Iselin had tried to protect her daughter from the inevitable, from the malicious verbal barbs that would no doubt begin. But, without a husband to help around the home, Iselin had to find her own means of payment. Working hard day and night had led her to an early demise at the age of thirty-two, with a five year old daughter to be shipped off to a distant relative, Leban Reese.
Unwelcome, Ceriena had joined Leban and her brood of three children. None of them loved her. None of them even liked her. All three had made fun of her, saying she was the unwanted child of two parents. One who chose to leave, while the other chose death. Life seemed to twisted and vindictive at that point. Little did she know about the years she'd spend trying not to cry in her own bedroom.
Later, when she was seven she'd been sent to an academy for children to enhance their magical capabilities. But what she received there was no different from what she'd been forced to endure back at home. It was like the entire world knew Ceriena Seliez's father had left her mother, and that she was very much alone.
Drawn out of her self pity, Ceriena glanced about herself worriedly. She came to the realization that she didn¡¦t quite know where she¡¦d run. Damning herself as a brainless twit, she sat down on the dirt and hoped that the woods didn¡¦t have any animals that would decide she¡¦d do well as a main course.
Sighing, her mind wound its way back to her place in society.
Is there no one who would look past my birth and like me for me? No one? Her questions sounded fervently in her mind as she gazed at the setting sun. She closed her eyes tightly and a foolish wish slipped into her mind, from her heart.
*Could I not be... Could I not be taken to a place where I could grow up with people I love, people who care? Even if for a minute moment in time?*
Ceriena's surroundings melted away and her world was naught but a black void for a while. Then colors emerged, connecting, spiraling, and forming. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on a flat rock, her clothes sodden. A pair of disconcreting green eyes right above her stared back at her closely.
Disappointment showed in those green eyes. "I thought your eyes would be green. Like mine."
Ceriena stared, hoping beyond hope. Could it be? Could her wish... "Where am I?"