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Harry Potter Pretender Sailor Moon Xena
UNDER THE MOONLIGHT She swam in the lake. So precious, he thought. Under the moonlight she was a vision. Her skin shone as she stood up. He gasped. It was the birth of Aphrodite all over again. But she didn't need a god nor splendid shells to be stunning. Nature alone had made her perfect. She finally caught him staring. "Malfoy! What are you doing?" She had his attention, true, but Draco still wouldn't tell her. His eyes raked insolently along her figure, unconsciously licking his lips. "Come on, Weasley, there's nothing I haven't seen before." Draco left before she could hex him. EMPTY She still cannot understand why is this happening. Her two little boys, different as day and night and yet she loves each the same. A mother's love is unique, everybody says, and yet now she's a mother without children. What is she? She feels... empty. Her fondest wishes were hidden in her sons' futures and now... She lets her husband hug her. She lets him whisper of vengeance and justice. There will be a time to run, she knows. There will be a time for fear and hiding and watching their backs. But now... Now is the time to cry. LABYRINTH He dreams. "You run..." He runs through dark corridors with the cold seeping into his bones. Theseus would never escape from this labyrinth. Sometimes she is behind him. Is she hunting him? Following him? Or simply echoing his steps because that's their only game left? She should be his Ariadne. Impossible. This maze of lies and betrayals devours her too. But he would never abandon and betray her. Never. Because he's not Theseus and she is not Ariadne. He wants her to enjoy freedom at his side. And he wants her to say... "...and I chase." Then he wakes up. MARY'S IN INDIA She is in India when it finally happens. It was only a matter of seconds. Lyle's men were too early, the pretend lasted too long. Sydney called her immediately. She can only remember the buzz of traffic over his words. How he could still speak when mere syllables were avoiding her? Later came the official call. The race was over and her brother was crowned winner. She must go back now. An end means a new beginning, Jarod had said somewhere. As the plane takes off the needed words finally find her. "I'm sorry." But that doesn't really matter anymore. UNREAL Jarod reads the inscription again. This isn't happening. She was alive five days ago. He called and she ranted. He murmured and she threatened. He laughed and she- She laughed too... Is he really standing before her grave now? This is a nightmare and he wishes for its end. He'd take her shaking him awake with a gun to his temple. He'd take her harsh words... Anything but this. Jarod has run from her (his reality) and with her (his hope) too. Years spent running and running... Her name on this stone marks his stop. Just make it stop, please. HOPE Falling in love was supposed to be forever. He may have been rough and dangerous but he'd loved her so much. Months later she became Mrs. Parker and swore to love, honour and obey. But how can she obey when his orders go against her beliefs? How to respect him when his own honour is lost in betrayals? And love? Where did it go? Is their tiny girl the last proof of it? Now, as she cradles her daughter closer and stops the tears from falling again, Catherine knows that only one last thing links her to her husband. Hope. If asked, they would deny it. They would say that they'd been called together by Fate. Maybe they'd name it Destiny or Fortune. All ten would insist that they were just close friends, doing what every other tight-knit group did. But in the end, they all knew what they were and what they represented. United against every enemy, growing together in their powers. Loyal to the grave, because every other option was not acceptable. Fiercely protective of each other, to the point where one would gleefully die so that another could live. They were not another group, they were more than close friends. They were One. They were Pack. ENEMIES Rei sees evil in the Fire. Humanity is condemned and she accepts it. Her enemy is the hope for a miracle. Makoto knows violence. She defends herself and thrives in her strength. Her enemy is the peace assaulting her dreams. Ami seeks refuge in herself. The world hurts, only alone can she be safe . Her enemy is the promise of loving arms awaiting her. Minako is cursed. She lives with it but won't dare to believe in love. Her enemy is the whisper that curses are not forever. Enter Usagi and suddenly their enemies have a single name. Mamoru stumbled into posts and benches, he either babbled or stuttered. Rei noticed that it happened when Usagi entered the room. She breathed deeply, smiled and waited for ‘it’ to happen. A week later it was Usagi who stumbled into posts and benches, hurrying to meet her friends and show off her ring. It was no surprise when she turned to Rei and asked her to be her maid-of-honour. Rei smiled again, remembering that she’d once loved as much. This was one more sacrifice to do. "Sorry, Usa, I can’t." Her friends deserved a maid-of-honour who didn’t envy their happiness. There are no definite truths in this world, my queen. Good? Evil? Black and white only exist to mingle together indefinitely. Haven’t you learned that from your marriage with your king? You are not a pedestal of good, Serenity, for you lie to your people. You promise them peace even knowing that I am coming to snatch it away. I am not evil either, how can I be evil when I only want the best for my own? We live in darkness, milady, we deserve to thrive under the sun too. Shades of grey, only shades, never black and white. Your skin feels cold. Your hands won’t stop shaking even when you will them into some sort of bravery. Nothing had ever been so scary. You are wrong. This is the end. Everything you love is dying. Your world collapses at your feet and you are powerless against its destruction. This is the worst that could ever happen. You are wrong. He falls before you. Now you realise how wrong it is possible to be. He always loved you too much but this you can't survive. Take his sword, think of his eyes and whisper as you fall. ...I won’t forget. THE I IN THE TEAM Usagi understands. She is the one everybody has looked for. Like the proverbial puppy running after its tail, her team has wasted her energy in a futile search. She is the ultimate prize in this game they play. Whatever side she chooses would win, no questions asked. She IS. Nothing in this world or above, not even Metallia, compares to the raw power she's vessel of. How could this knowledge be hidden for long? If she so wished she could make the world bend at its knees. But she looks into Endymion(Mamoru?)'s already lost eyes and understands something else. Power will never be enough. CHOSEN How many times will she rise from her ashes? The first death was lost loves and betrayal. Dead sisters whispering goodbye. Her tears burned as she took her love's sword. The second time hurt too. But hope blended with the despair. Her sacrifice meant life for the world and it was enough. But it is never enough. Serena is terrified of the millennium ahead. How many times will she die for her destiny? How many times will she lose and cry? She can be their Princess. She might be their Goddess. But only a tired Phoenix rests in her soul. HIS A little child with raven hair and stubborn eyes interested him when he was bored. His to be observed. When he was lonely, visions of a girl running along her brothers assaulted him. His to be trained. His anger was only soothed by peeking into a young woman's bath. Soft skin glistening under the sunlight. His to be admired. He watched her from a distance. Careful because her body was alert in his presence. Silent because her eyes searched the places where he shouldn't be seen. He was lost as to the cause. She was special. And she was his WELCOME TO MY ABODE Welcome to my abode, said the spider to the fly. But you aren't the usual fly, are you? I have watched you for so long. I watched as your brother's life was taken. I watched as you swore death to everyone who crossed your path. Now, my beautiful fly, I watch as you finally come to me. Yet you distrust me. You only come forward to step back again. I may be spider, but you won't let your wings touch my web. I do not despair, for I'll catch you someday. But meanwhile... Welcome, my princess. Make yourself at home. HOMAGE He picked her up like he had always wanted to hold her: Slowly, because every second with her should last an eternity. Carefully, because she always was fragile and broken underneath. Reverently, even when he was the god and she the mortal. Some god, Ares thought ruefully, almighty and yet powerless before death. Rough fingertips traced her face. She should be glaring at him now, a grimace on her lips at his mere sight. But she was so calm. Calm like the eternal ice of Mt. Etna. Yes, that would fit her. He carried her, intent to return for her friend. He owed her that, at least. FOUND The child was alone, barely hanging from a branch. Her feet struggled for purchase but her efforts were obviously in vain, her best chance was to call for help. She couldn't possibly escape unhurt. Yet she didn't cry out. The branch finally snapped and Ares' fingers snapped along. The girl fell slowly. Ares smiled to himself, content to have nobody witness his small act of mercy. Gods had temples. Temples had priests. Priests needed a High Priestess to look up to. This was selfish mercy, for he had finally found his Priestess. Now he only had to wait for her.
UNSAID There are things that weigh more than broken promises: Those that went unsaid in the right moment. Not that there'd ever been a right moment between them. Always pulling at the end of a rope that refuses to break. Stubborn and blinded, how they refuse to let go of it! Sometimes Ares wonders why they aren't tied together. Then he thanks the Fates for their relative freedom. Because he's terribly conscious that he'd give her promises. That he'd need to keep them. That he'd be tempted to let her see how much his word matters to him. But he won't. MUSIC Trumpets and drums are the God of War's siren call. His music comes in a battle's sounds, the hymn of warriors preparing to fight. But nothing draws him as strongly as Xena's voice. He's listened to it for years. From a little child singing lullabies to her baby brother to the woman singing out the grief for her son's passing. The years have robbed her voice of any happiness, now he hears it only rarely. Xena saves it for special occasions; Ares knows he'd never be welcome at any of them. But sometimes he wishes she'd sing just for him. BRAINSTORM Aphrodite fumed. Ares had dared to ignore her and that required revenge. But, what exactly? Declare war? No. That would only amuse him. Trap him in some hellish imprisonment? Nah. Been there, done that. He always escaped after a couple of centuries. Send him to Tartarus? Impossible. Ares was Hades’ favourite nephew, the death toll his wars caused assured that. Make him human? Aphrodite shuddered. Not even his hateful behaviour warranted that. Aphrodite wanted something great. Something everybody would recognise her genius in... Oh. Her lips curved in a smile. Of course. "Beware, brother, you’re about to fall in love." |
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