Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Symbol of A Soldier ❯ Spirits of the dead.. ( Prologue )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

Sequal to Order of Planets. When Pheobe is injured in a fight she is rushed to the hospital, where Setsuna tells a new story about her ancestor. Peace begins to settle among the planets, but just as a strange black phage begins to enter the solor system, Phebe turns up missing. It's up to Clio to find her, But Clio is not a true Sailor Soldier. Can the young ruler still find a way to save the planets?



This is more of a sequal to my last story, The Order of Planets, which is a history about my charecter's ancestor Sailor Clios, who was the first Sailor Clios. Yep, I know it probably sounds a little confusing, but I really enjoyed writing the last story so much and there were still a few things left unexplained about my senshi, so I decided I would write a sequal. Just a few bits of info before I begin. I explained this in my first story, but for those of you who have not read it I will explain again. There are two types of humans, the Lunarians and Astrals. Lunarians are more of what you would look on today as humans. Astrals have an almost elf-like appearence and possess unique mental abilities. Clios used to be a dead planet called Atropos from the first story. After the enemy was defeated Phebe used the silver crystal along with Clio to change the planet into Clios, creating a new home for the Astrals. One last thing, I have chosen to write the entire story in inglis translation, which means only the names will be japanese translation. It also means more then once I've had to resist from writing Senshi instead of Soldier.

Disclaimer: I do not own sailor moon. Saying that I did would be a complete lie and cause me to be sued for money I don't even have.


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Pheobe winced, looking down at her blooded gloves and to the spike protruding from her chest. Instantly she regretted it, the slightest movement only made it hurt worse then before. Her vision began to blur to the battle occuring around her before everything grew dark.

There were clouds, wisps of magenta in an almost violet atmosphere. They soared above the fields of blue as her journey began to take speed over the mountaintops and past the humble cottages which were home to so many peaceful citizens. Then the dizying speed slowed as her view reached over the glistening castle of pearl grey stones and the balcony containing only one occupant. Her view paused briefly only to plummet towards the individual. It was then, before she got to close that her heart and eyes recognized the being. Her slender face and lake blue eyes, ears that came to a slight point. The unmistakable long braid of purple that was swept up in the wind. The gorgeous magenta gown that covered low across her chest and even lower on her back, sleeves that began just after the shoulders and the unmistakable long braid of purple that was swept up in the wind. There was no more to be seen, the closeness and sudden shock as she passed through the eye jerked her out of her dream and Pheobe began to come aware of her position.

It was a strain to open her eyes, her chest hurt and it was difficult to breathe. slowly her blurred vision began to clear. The first thing that came into view was the image of a face, it was framed by green hair which became less blurry as garnet eyes came into view on the face. Pheobe smiled as much as she could manage, immediatly recognizing her visitor without any more clues. "Setsuna."


Setsuna nodded, just as everything became fully clear and the intense light in the room nearly blinded her. "yes. It's good to see that your awake."

"What happened?" Her voice felt so hoarse and it seemed like it had been an eternity that she had actually used it. She could see dozens of tubes conected to her body, hooked up to several devices and equipment that stood near her bed.

"Do you remember the attack?"
When Pheobe managed a nod, Setsuna continued. "We split up to chase the monsters, you went after the one in the sewers."

"I don't like that place, it stinks."

Setsuna smiled, continueing. "He caught you off guard, you were injured."

"The monster?"

"Got away, You were brought to the hospital."

Pheobe's alarm went up immediatly at the mention of a hospital. She tried sitting up, an effort she immediatly regretted as any movement that required upper body strength was a lesson in pain. Her only option was to rest back down.

"It's alright, your identity is safe, Ami opperated. She'd prepared for this, and apparently all the assistants were sworn to secrecy in advance. Officially your claimed as a victim who was caught in the crossfire"

"Where are the others?"

"Looking for the last two monsters. They have a talent for concealing themselves. You've been unconcious three days. We've been taking turns on watching you, your still in critical condition. It was lucky you even survived."

"I saw someone, in my dreams."

"Who?"

Carefully Pheobe began to describe the young woman she had seen, forcing Setsuna to smile. "Your ancestor Clio."

"That was Clio?"

Setsuna nodded. "Would you like to know what happened after she became Queen?"

"You already told me."

"I told you a brief epilogue, but the history didn't end there Pheobe."

"What happened?"

"It was around 3 years later, after Clios was formed. Clio had moved into the planet's main palace......."

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< br> The planets had finally begun to settle into a new peace as the princesses took on their reconstruction, A difficult task that required full attention.

"Is there anything else I can do My lady?"

Phebe turned around, looking at the handmaiden. "I'll be alright Nahdine."

"Please reconsider my Queen, it's not safe."

Clio shook her head sadly. "I have to do this alone, it can't happen otherwise."

Carefully she pulled the hood of her white cloak over her silver haired odongos and short pigtails, nodding to the maiden before silently stepping out the door.





*What about Clio?*

*I was getting to it*




On Clios the astrals had already begun to settle into their new home. They settled everywhere on the planet, but many chose to remain on the main continent, close to the main castle that had been constructed for the ruler of Clios.


The wind blew back her long purple braid as she leaned over the balcony. Clio had agreed to lead her people, but only until recently had she chosen to move into the palace. For one thing she hated the fuss of it, living as a royal made her feel out of touch. Not to mention that everything from meeting delagates to washing your face had it's own rule, written in complete detail.She had absolutely refused to wear the fine dresses which required hours to dress in with their corsets and girdles, tight fitting waists. Instead she had a simple fitting gown designed, one that fit comfotably on the waist and cut low in front and even lower at the back, sleeves that started just after the shoulders completed the design. Yet Clio still refused to change her hair from the long braid in favor of something more royal in appearence, it was that request she had stubbornly refused.
It was this balcony she often came to think as she looked out to the mountains. Clios had been mostly isolated since it's formation, few travelled during the time of reconstruction and the queens rarely left their own planets at such an important period. The Astrals of Clios were still setting in, many still reluctant to return to the place formorly known as Atrapos. There was something more that caused her to pass the gaze from the mountains to look further up, to the sky. A strange feeling passed over her in a brief sense of worry and dread.
Scanning the clouds she tried to search again for the strange feeling, attempting to pinpoint it's origin. Having no success Clio sighed, stepping off the balcony and into the castle to tend to her duties.







Her attendant was immediatly waiting in the hall, it was difficult to shake these people, they always managed to find her. The girl chould have been no more then fourteen and at least a foot shorter then Clio. Her dark black hair had been seperated into several braids which all joined into one double bun that rested ontop of her head. Her outfit resembled that of a greecian white toga and it often made Clio wonder why her attendents did not trip and lose their garments.


"The elders are awaiting your signature on that trade aggreement. Construction has begun on the prayer shrine, and your sister is helping with the new housing development on the Erato continent."

Clio nodded to Parthenie, she had met the girl two years ago, the only survivor of her family on Atrapos she now served as Clio's attendant.

"Parthenie, there was a ship that landed..."

"He's waiting in the main hall."

"Who?"

"I'm not sure, it looked like one of the moon vessels."







The main hall had been specially built for visitors, so Clio had taken great care in the design. It was a large open area and several paintings hung on the wall, including a detailed tapestry of the creation of Clios. in the center of the room were elegantly designed seating arraingements, customized to match the theme of the castle.
He was sitting on one of the couches, dark eyes, short navy hair that fell over his eyes.

"Helicaon."

Helicaon stood up at the mention of his name, staring at Clio almost in wonder. He wore the silver armor of the royal guard, which seemed to be missing a few plates to compensate for travel. "Clio, it's good to see you."







"I had no idea you were part of the royal guard." Clio sat down opposite of Helicaon. "I had no idea you were part of the royal guard."

"Just after you became queen, I'm part of the elite force now. Actually I'd been hoping to see you again."

She nodded. "But thats not why you came is it?"

Helicaon shook his head. "We've something outside the solar system, it seems to be heading toward us."

Her memory recalled the darkness she had felt earlier. "Have you told Phebe abous this?"

He shook his head. "No."

Clio furrowed her brow in confusion. "Why?"

Helicaon sighed, staring at the floor before returning his gaze to Clio. "We can't find her Clio, Phebe is missing."

Clio nearly choked, staring at Helicaon in disbelief. "What?"

"The last person who saw her was a young handmaiden named Nahdine. Apparently the Queen swore her to secrecy, but the woman insisted she wasn't clear on her destination."

"Why would she do that?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Thats why I came here. Have you felt anything unusual lately?"

Clio thought for a moment. "When I was on the balcony. I got this strange feeling. It was very brief though."

Helicaon nodded. "We'll have to prepare for war."

"The people arn't going to like that idea Helicaon."

"We might not have much of a choice."

"You need Phebe's permission to do something like that. You know you can't just do it on your own."

"Which is why I'm asking you to speak with Mars."

"Me?"

"Knights can't request for war, rulers can."






It was in the dark of night the black cloud descended on uranus, the ghostly images of black angels descending upon the terrified, screaming population, their spirit forms tearing apart the souls of anyone they touched and concealing the planet in darkness.



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"You stopped."

Setsuna nodded. "You need rest Pheobe, I can't keep you up all hours with stories."

Pheobe nodded, the drugs had already begun to take affect and she was barely able to keep her eyes open. She sunk down into the bed, drifting to sleep without effort.

"How is she?"

Setsuna turned her head, glancing at Makoto. "Still weak, she's lucky you brought her in so quickly."

"It's not lucky when any of us get hurt this way. Ami says theres still a danger, anyone else probably would not have made it this far."

Setsuna stood from her chair, opening the door. "Sailor Soldiers are strong, she'll make it."

Makoto nodded and sat down in the previously occupied chair

"Makoto." Makoto looked back to Setsuna, who continued. "When she wakes up send for me, she'd want me to tell her the rest of the story."

Makoto nodded to Setsuna, who stepped out into the hall, shutting the door behind her.