Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Window Seat ❯ Flashback A ( Chapter 3 )

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The Window Seat: Flashback Part A
Aniah

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Hi minna! Let's just say that this chapter is a spoof of random ideas from who knows where...

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"Darain!" Hope/Amethyst's voice rang in the large room where she had last seen Kipturon. She slowly untangled herself from the fine bindings that had kept her Ronanite body frozen for…for…she didn't know how long. The bedroom and workplace of her captor was empty. The white gown in which Hope had been kidnapped in was dusty. "DARAIN!" She wailed, a thing she seldom ever did. "I swear by the graves of my unborn siblings I will get back there and you cannot stop me!" Her desperate words made no impact on the silent walls. I would want for people to treat me like I was one of them. Not like I am the only acknowledged daughter of the King, or a freak like Prince Darain seeks to make me. I wish I could go back.
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Flashback
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A huddled form was thrown onto the marble in front of Prince Dimando's dais. The pillar of energy behind him pulsed violet. Before any of his aides could caution him back, he teleported to the thing before him. Hope looked up with unfocused eyes as the last trace of an evergreen aura could be seen. "Your eyes!" She gasped with amazement. "They're violet…also!" She fainted into his arms.
"She is traumatized, my Prince," a smooth voice was saying, "she may or may not regain conciousness for a few days yet. You must have patience, my Prince." Prince? Prince? Darain?! Hope's eyes fluttered, her vision was unfocused. "Ah, I miscalculated," the voice sounded amused. "Shall I leave you to interrogate her?" There were the sound of footsteps.
"It wouldn't be seemly to leave us both alone here, physician. Bring my brother and Cooan in." This voice, masculine, had the strength that told of hardships, and compassion. "Well," he said, settling himself somewhere nearby. "Open your eyes. I know you are awake." Slowly, with foreboding, she did so. Hope sat up, leaning against pillows covered in dark linen.
"Darain?" she questioned timidly. "Is he here?" Shaking quicksilver bangs out of his eyes, Dimando of Nemesis looked puzzled, took a sip of his wine.
"I do not know who you are speaking of. But get one thing straight, I ask the questions here." Propping herself up on the pillow, Hope nodded. "Who are you, first of all? And which of those damned Senshi sent you?" Clearly confused, the Prince watched the girl as she tried to sort out her thoughts.
"Darain, the Kipturonian minion of my father, took me. To his residence in the capital of Kipturon; Dire. He was talking about…the Fifth Element, that of the psyche. And how, as a team, we would usurp my father as he had taken my maternal grandfather's throne. We were in his antechamber, alone. The room was dark. Darain had bound my ankles and wrists together. He closed his eyes, and raised an arm. A golden light consumed him, and from across the room he undid the ropes and raised me off the ground. Suddenly there were two beings, and the light grew till I couldn't bare it against my eyelids. I knew nothing more. I floated…my subconscious was there.
A green cloud came, the color of the trees that stay green all year round. And then I was here." Dimando put the empty wine glass flat on the palm of his hand, and it disappeared. "He should have known that I would have fought him. The Fifth Element is forbidden, in the Empire, unless it is being studied by university mages."
"That's some story. But who are you, that would make this Darain be so intent on you?" That was the man in a blue jacket, who tapped quickly on a console at one corner of the room.
"My mother is Aniah of Ronan, daughter of Menic and Rowan. My father is Emperor Allen Darom, whose father united the continent and divided into four provinces; Mutor in the east, where I live. It is the capital. I've never been to Gav, in the north. It's a place of sled dogs and snowstorms. Ronan, where my mother grew up, is where the Life Mages study. She founded their university in Verdonia. Sevinin, in the south, has only one city. It is a land of hills and deserts. I am the only daughter of the King's legitimate wife. I am the heir." The Prince stood.
"You may live among us. There will be no title, and in time you may become an advisor to the Throne. For now you may have sanctuary from your Darain. On behalf of the Throne of Winds; it is so."
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"It was only a dream, my dear." Darain had come in, while Hope reminisced. Impulsively she threw herself at him, clawing the fine tunic and attempting to beat the all-powerful Spirit. "None of that," He said sternly, both of her wrists in one hand, his other holding her by the shoulder against a tapestry-covered wall. Tears streamed down her face. "A vision, product of the transformation your body and spirit almost went through. Nothing more." His eyes were ablaze, trying to force the words into her head.
"How could I believe you, when the people there were so accepting and real?" Hope whispered, hair falling over her eyes. "Why couldn't you just let me there?"
Giving into the bodily urge that had been stifled for almost a year, Darain pressed her wrists against the tapestry and kissed her demandingly. "Because, Hope, you are mine."
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Yay! Another chapter! The next part of the flashback should be done by August, since I will be away for the summer. Have a great June and July and email me! mailto:AniaHope@aol.com