On the Wings of Love Prologue SoldierNarssisus PG-13 SoldierNarssisus@sailormoonfan.com http://www.geocities.com/narssisus_beautie/Paradise_Of_Beauty.html Disclaimer: One thing, Sailor Moon? She doesn't belong to me. Period! Oh but the story does. Do not copy please! ~*~ -- @}--->-- -- ~*~ -- @}--->-- -- ~*~ On the Wings of Love Just smile for me and let the day begin You are the sunshine that lights my heart within And I'm sure that you're an angel in disguise Come take my hand and together we will rise On the wings of love Up and above the clouds The only way to fly Is on the wings of love On the wings of love Only the two of us Together flying high Flying high up on the wings of love You look at me and I begin to melt Just like the snow when a ray of sun is felt I'm crazy bout you baby can't you see I'll be so delighted if you would come with me Yes you belong to me And I'm yours exclusively And right now we live and breathe each other Inseparable it seems We're flowing like a stream Running free travelling On the wings of love -- Remake: Regine Velasquez -- -- Original: Jeffrey Osborne -- ~*~ -- @}--->-- -- ~*~ -- @}--->-- -- ~*~ An old hag walked through the forest while cursing at the king of Davenport, "'Tis gon be som' dif'cult t'ing to do sire!" "Good witch, surely you must do this," thinking through, Alexander IV, King of Davenport, was asking, no. Begging, for his son to return from the sea, "For the sake of my country! OUR country. If there is no heir in this country we will have no king for the future!" She froze, her face wrinkled with old age. Her body, old and frail was covered with some unusual clothing that was not of their time. More of a unique style of clothing. People thinking, stereotypes, witches wear black and a mystery that would cast their spell only for evil. "Majesty, if I may say so, why in the heaven's so high up are you telling me this!" her voice was rising by every word, stomping her foot to the ground, she averted her position and made a 360 turn, making her white crown reveal it's length. "I would like some help," he cried, "to find my son." "You've got two!" "One died, last night." Slowing her pace, she turned, feeling sorry for the king she decided, "Oh crimany! I will do it!" She knew this would happen. She hoped, "Finding your son would be simple mi'lord. How'ver, find'n him a wife is dif'cult mi'lord." "Fine, fine! As long as I have a heir to my kingdom." Smiling he continued, "As I promised, you will live in the palace." ~*~ -- @}--->-- -- ~*~ "Some palace," she muttered, looking at the place of which he, the king of Davenport, arranged for her. She looked around at the used-to-be dungeon that was locked for twenty- five odd years. There were skeletons that were hung from the wall, some cobwebs surrounding the small torture room. "This...," with pure disgust in her voice, "...is my place in the palace?" turning around facing the smirking king. "What do you expect? Luxurious room with pure silk surrounded the room?," once he saw the look of the old witch, he stopped smirking, "Lady Sabriel, you perfectly know, if the villagers found you in my palace as a witch, they will surely hunt you down and kill you!" "Ha! Pathetic excuses! Admit that they will not think of you as a king that prefers his mistresses old and frail, like me!" she laughed at seeing his face turned green. "Come old king, we shall see what I can come up with." She worked her magic, swirls of light; colors of the rainbow surround the dungeon making it into an old house. > A cauldron laid in the middle of the room, as the books of spells surround the walls of the room. Corner lays a bed with soft covers and fluffy pillows. She's not the only one with soft fluffy pillows and bed full of feathers, she thought. Practically, everything except the bedroom is dark and mysterious. "Impressed as well as curious," looking at the bed. "Highness, you do not think I cannot just sleep in an old, hard, and splintery bed don't you?" with a hint of humor in her voice. "I suppose not." He walked around the room and raised his arms, "When is the next full moon, therefore you can start on your magic." "Tonight, meet me here and we'll find your son and his bride." > Night came as the full moon's light cascade on to the door of Sabriel's door. Alexander came knocking on the door, once he found it was open, he slowly crept in and closed the door behind him. Looking around he found the witch stirring the glowing cauldron and chanting a spell. "You're late." "Guards." "Ah. I have found your son and a wife for him." Suddenly a flash of light appears and buildings of the 21st century appear into the portal. "What in my king's name is that?" he stepped back. "That mi'lord is a portal which lead to anywhere in the future." Still stirring the cauldron without looking up. Somehow the king knew where this led to, and that his son, Darien II, prince of Davenport will be heir to his kingdom. And somewhere in that village will be the bride of his stubborn son. "Tell me good witch, to whom is my son marrying?" "Her name is Serena Richardson." email me: Soldiernarssisus@sailormoonfan.com Thank you! :)