Sailor Wars Trilogy preview

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Sailor Wars Trilogy (1): Hunter’s Moon

By Cosmos

Chapter 1: Evanescence of Once-upon-a-time (PREVIEW)

There is a strange calmness to the silence that is born from the early hours of the morning. Almost like the gentle trickle of falling sand in an hourglass or the mellifluous cascade of tiny particles of dust within an unoccupied room. If this entity can be transformed into a solid object, it will be a cool, soft sheet of silk as oppose to a heavy dark cloak which a night’s silence personifies.

Hence, it is among this smooth, gentle silk that he finds his angel. She is gazing out of one of the many grand windows embedded in the left wall of this massive throne room. He observes the flicker of rouge within her pupils as she watches the white roses dance just beyond the glass barrier. Her eyes follow the gentle sway of the blossoms to the lulling music of the morning’s breeze, while gems of dewdrops twinkle magnificently at the edge of each exotic petal, threatening to fall at any moment. To a stranger, this ethereal moment may be misunderstood as the very essence of peace and contentment. A snapshot of life’s perfection of which this single, radiant Goddess is able to capture.

But he is not a stranger. And she is not a Goddess.

He silently watches her. His golden amber eyes can clearly see the true nature behind her complacent mask, to the veil of sorrow hiding behind her garnet pupils. In light of this knowledge, the picture before him, initially placid, now becomes painted with the melancholic colours of a heart reminiscing a past memory, a cherished memory of a beloved.

As the day ages, the rays of light that traverse the room increase in intensity, forming translucent bars of gold at the foot of the throne, trapping her before his very gaze in an invisible cage made both by grief and by nature. Her beautiful face is partially hidden behind the faint shadows cast by her incredibly long tresses that flow over the mahogany armrests and onto the floor like a vibrant pink waterfall.

He took a few soundless steps towards her but stops at the junction where the maroon carpet meets the light. Slowly, he reaches out and touches her delicate hand. Her despondent composure does not indicate whether she is aware of the contact. Her eyes continue to rest on the floral outside but her mind is more distant still.

He closes his eyes in empathy. You remember her even now, he thinks, after all this time. He re-opens his amber eyes and gazes absentmindedly at the rich carpet below, while leaning in to rest his cheek upon her hand. Tendrils of wispy silver hair curtain his gaze from her view. You still wonder about her action; you still question whether things could or should have been different; and you ponder on the words she left behind.

Whether that sacrifice was made or not, would things have turned out differently now? Perhaps. Perhaps not. These are questions to which the answers are never known. And so you keep on searching for that understanding that will forever elude you. But one thing is for certain...

There is evil in all of us. That she knew in the end.

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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