Title - First love
Author - Razzz
E-mail Razzzberi@aol.com




        HI GUYS!!! Um, do you even remember who this is? It's razzz, in
case you've forgotten. I know I would have forgotten by now, it's been so
long since I posted a story. For that I MUST APOLOGIZE!!! I am down on my
knees, see the blood and bruises and abrasions on them - it's kinda gross,
I think I need a hospital, well, that's from me BEGGING for your
forgiveness!!! Please forgive me - although, if you want to take turns
lynching me, go right ahead, I probably deserve that too. I must apologize
because I have a feeling that this might be happening more and more in the
future due to the fact that I'm on spring break soon, which means either
lots of writing, or no writing at all - depending on how much El nino
hampers my life (Which is just too hectic right now for me to even want to
talk about without breaking down in hysterical tears) and my access to the
comp. Please see the thank you's at the end. It's very important because
all these people are very important to me, and I want you to know who they
are and how special they are. OOO!! Please please write letters also!!!
That is even more important than checking out my thank you's - aren't' I a
greedy little girl? I do need feedback and comments and yes, even (sniff)
criticism - it's cool, I'm like a walrus (Skin wise that is) - O NO!! I am
the walrus, I am the walrus, I am the eggman - KOOKOOKAKOO!!! Well, bye,
and send me your feedback!!! (MUY IMPORTANTE!!!! concept)

        Serena felt Tyrian's arms go around her and she immediately froze.
She let her eyes roam, searching for someone, anyone. 
        'Um, help . . . someone, anyone. Tuxedo Mask. Even Darien.
SOMEBODY!'
        "What's wrong princess?" He asked. Serena pushed herself away from
him, hugging herself as she looked at Tyrian, whose eyes seemed almost . .
. hurt?!?!
        "I, um, I, I" she stuttered, unsure of what to say. She looked at
the ground, as though magically, the right words to say would appear in the
dirt before her.
        "Please Serenity, I know it has been a long time, but you have
never pulled away from me before." 
        "My name is Serena," she said automatically. He looked at her
curiously, then smiled.
        "Very well then, Serena. And mine is -"
        "Tyrian." she answered for him, remembering the one name that stood
out from her dreams. He began to beam. 
        "You do remember!" he exclaimed happily, his eyes dancing, reaching
out for her again and pulling her into another embrace. 
        "Wait, T, T, Tyrian. Let me-" 
        "GET AWAY FROM HER!" Both Serena and Tyrian whirled their heads
around to face the new, very angry voice. 
        "YOU!" Tyrian hissed. Serena looked up, startled at the vehemence
in Tyrian's voice at the new arrival. 
        Darien stepped forward, making a move to pull Serena out of
Tyrian's grasp.
        "He hasn't' hurt you, has he Serena?" Darien asked, taking her arm
in his hand and holding her close to him. She gasped slightly, the energy
she felt seeming to crackle around her, her stomach knotting up as she
realized just how close she was to him, his arm holding her waist
protectively, feeling the rise and fall of his breath as she was nestled
against the crooks of his body. For some reason, when Tyrian had been
holding her, it felt different than this. When any boy had held her it felt
different than this strange feeling. This felt so, so . . . right. 
        "Darien." she murmured. He looked down at her, the worry shining in
his dark and stormy eyes. He gently let a finger brush away a bang.
        "Serena. Are you all right?" he asked softly, his voice floating
lazily in the air. 
        "Serena!" Tyrian exclaimed angrily, frustrated that the prince had
yet again come to her rescue. And what was this that he was seeing. Her
eyes shimmering, the prince looking at her in a way Tyrian did not
appreciate his fiance being looked at. "Tell End-" 
        "TYRIAN!" Serena exclaimed, breaking free of the odd spell that
seemed to have misted everything over and made her actions seem as though
they were from a dream, made her senses seem to go into over drive and yet
numb them at the same time. She pulled away from Darien abruptly, dragging
him to the edge of reality with her. His face fell as he realized there was
nothing in his arms anymore.
        "You know that guy?" Darien asked, his eyes narrowing as he watched
Tyrian. He didn't' trust him one bit. 
        "Um, yeah, Darien, meet my friend Tyrian!" she said quickly,
looking expectantly from Darien to Tyrian.
        "Serena I don't-" Darien began, confused and just a little angry.
'What's he looking at Serena like that for? I'll kill him!' Darien thought,
scrutinizing every inch of Tyrian's face. He didn't' like it. It looked
suspicious, dangerous, to Darien.
        "Tyrian is like, um, a . . . um" she began to chew on her fingers
nervously. 'A what?!?!?!'.
        "An old friend." Tyrian finished for her. She flashed him a giant
smile. Tyrian returned it with one of his own. Darien gnashed his teeth.
        "How come you didn't' know him? How come we've been watching you
day and night because we've been afraid that some PSYCHO would try and
kidnap you or . . . or . . . " Darien said, his words dying on his lips.
How did she know that he wasn't a psycho still, even if she CLAIMED he was
her friend? What if it was al a lie. What if it was a conspiracy? Or worse
yet, what if he was an agent of the nega verse! That would explain why he
felt so uneasy around him. Maybe he was . . . 'maybe I'm just being
paranoid. 
        "I've changed." Tyrian said.
        "How can someone change that much! You didn't' even recognize him
at all Serena." Darien said, deciding to ignore the reasonable side of him
that said he was being irrational. What was there to be irrational over?
Why would he have a reason to be irrational . . . other than Serena? 
        "Well, see Tyrian was like um . . . um, like my best friend! That's
it, he was my best friend and he moved away a really long time ago, like
twenty years ago or something!" Serena exclaimed.
        "You're only 15 Serena." Darien said. Her face fell momentarily
before brightening up again.
        "Yeah, well, whatever. I mean that it was a really really long time
ago and he was like 10 and now he's all grown up so of course I don't'
recognize him! Ya know. But I really do know him and we have a ton of
catching up to do so we're gonna go do that. K Darien. Don't' worry! It's
all good!" Serena exclaimed, grabbing Tyrian's hand as she began dragging
him away from a very confused Darien, who was busy trying to puzzle out
what she had just said in one enormous breath.
        "SERENA!" Darien called, raising his hand and taking a step towards
her. "That doesn't' explain why he was acting so weird and-" 
        "Darien, don't' you have a date with your girl friend right now?
It's not nice to leave the person you're supposed to love behind! Later!"
Serena called, running out into the distance until he could no longer see
her with Tyrian still attached to her arm. He watched them, the anger
pooling inside him. 
        'MY GIRLFREIND!' he thought, laughing. Life just wasn't' fair. 'IF
you don't' leave the ones you love behind, than what does it mean if you
left me behind meatball head?' he wondered as he aimlessly kicked a small
pebble, walking dejectedly back to his apartment.
        'I hope she has a TERRIBLE time with Tyrian.' 

        "That was . . . interesting." Tyrian said as he sunk down into the
bench to catch his breath, casting an admiring gaze upon the panting
princess.
        "I thought Darien was going to FREAK!! He's as bad as my dad."
Serena said between gasping breaths of air. "I don't' think he likes you
that much."
        "He never has." Tyrian muttered to himself. "That young man, Darien
was it?" he paused, waiting for her to nod her head, "He is your . . . ?"
        "Tutor. For school. He's all right though. I could have gotten a
lot worse. I could have had Melvin for a tutor." she said making a face. No
Darien was MUCH better than Melvin. He was . . .Serena immediately could
feel the blush rise in her cheeks and she turned her face down, trying to
hide the color. Tyrian didn't' seem to notice.
        "His name is just Darien?" he asked again.
        "Yeah, Darien Chiba, that's all. Why?" she asked.
        "Nothing." Tyrian said with a wave of his hand. Never mind that the
guy was a dead ringer for Prince Endymion. Tyrian grimaced as he recalled
their last meeting. Darien was as much a man now as the prince had been
that last time. But, Darien, as he liked to call himself, certainly didn't'
act as though he remembered Tyrian. But then again, neither did the
princess. 
        "Princess, I -"
        "HOLD ON!!!" Serena screeched, her eyes flashing in annoyance. "Why
are you calling me princess? And why do you keep on popping up in my dreams
when I for sure don't know you?"
        "What?" Tyrian asked, trying to contain his surprise.
        "You heard me! That was the only reason I didn't' let Darien get
near you. I want some answers here Tyrian."
        "What ever you wish Princess." Tyrian said. Serena smiled.
        "OK! First off, what is up with the whole princess bit."
        "I call you princess because you are a princess." Tyrian stated
matter of factly. Serena giggled.
        "I WISH!!! But, it would be nice, I'll bet princesses don't' have
to do their homework or clean their rooms or anything!"
        "But you are. Don't' you remember?" he asked, taking her hand in
his.
        "No. Fill me in why don't you."
        "You are Princess Serenity of the moon kingdom. The moon princess."
        "NO WAY!! Says who?" she asked, suspicious, pulling her hand back
to her lap.
        "I do. I know you, or at least, I knew you back on the moon." he
said. Serena looked up at him. He was soo familiar sounding. But his
stories were so wild! How could she believe them! Her, a princess. And not
just any princess, but the princess that she and the scouts were looking
for! Boy, that would really get Rei mad, she giggled. But, fi she was the
princess, then she would have all these responsibilities and Luna would
probably and her even more. And what if she was a totally lame princess.
What if she wasn't good enough? She would let them all down if they knew
she was the moon princess. She had to admit that she wouldn't' make a very
good princess. Serena realized that she didn't' WANT to be the princess.
But this guy said she was, said that he knew her!
        "How do I know that. Tell me something about me then. If you knew
me, you'd know."
        "I can tell you many things Princess. What would you like for me to
tell you?"
        "HMM . .. " she thought back. Luna said that she had been around
since the moon kingdom, so if she was really a princess, that meant that
Luna had probably been around.
        "Who is Luna and what does can she do?" Serena asked. If he didn't'
know her and had been following her around he would say her cat. But if he
really did know her, he would be able to tell her about Luna's special
abilities that no other cat had.
        "Luna? You remember Luna?" Tyrian said. 'Or is the old wind bag
here too?' he wondered unhappily.
        "Just answer the question please. I do have to get home soon."
        "All right. Luna is your cat, your advisor. She is like a surrogate
mother to you and she can do many things. She can recite-"
        "You do know!" Serena whispered, amazed. Then, was it all true? It
had to be! And the dreams, the dreams! What did they mean?
        "Tyrian, why did I see you in my dreams?" she asked, her voice very
small, the confidence that she had previously mastered gone without a
trace.
        "Perhaps you were remembering me, since you seem to have forgotten
the Silver Millenium. What did you see in them Princess?"
        "It's so vague. I only remember little things. I remembered you. I
saw your face. And, I think I was there, and another person, he, I think it
was a he, But I don't' remember his face. Endymion . . .his name was
Endymion, but . . . I cant' remember anything else about him. I remember .
. . " her voice began to become distant as he became absorbed in her
memories. "You were going away. And I was sad and you, you . . . .Tyrian?
How did I know you?' she asked, her eyes focusing instantly and fixing
themselves on him. Tyrian smiled, trying to ease the confusion in her
features.
        "I am the one that loves you Princess. We were to be married when I
returned, but so much happened along the way that I couldn't come back
before now."
        "Married?" Serena repeated. Tyrian nodded, placing a large hand on
her cheek and tilting her head towards him.
        "I do love you Princess. I have missed you so much."
        "Tyrian . . . " she said, unsure of what was going on, dimly aware
that he was slowly moving closer to her.
        "And now that I am back, we can begin where we left off, my
Princess." he said, closing his eyes as he began to close the distance
between their lips. Suddenly, her small hands were pushing against his
chest and she pulled away from him abruptly, causing his eyes to snap open,
startled. Serena looked down at her hands, studying them, before gaining
the courage to look him in the eyes.
        "I'm sorry. I can't. I, I . . .married!" she exclaimed sadly. "I'm
sorry, I need to go now." she stood up from the bench, still looking out
into the distance.
        "Serenit- . . . Serena! Wait!" Tyrian called after her. She didn't'
turn around, but continued running faster towards her home, her thoughts a
confused jumble of fragmented thoughts.
        'The princess . . . .Tyrian . . . married . . . .Darien . . .what
am I going to do!?!?!'

        Serena flopped into bed and immediately buried herself under the
covers. She could feel Luna at the foot of the bed. Tyrian's words still
remained with her . . .advisor, surrogate mother. 
        "Luna?" Serena asked. 
        "Yes Serena?" 
        "What is the Princess like?" Serena asked, ducking her head out
from beneath the comforter. Luna looked at her curiously, surprised at
Serena's initiative. This was one of the few times Luna had ever heard her
being serious about scouts business. She felt proud of her and smiled.
Staying up past bed- time was certainly all right this one time.
        "The Princess? Well, she is beautiful, and graceful and loving.
Truly wonderful, if I remember right." Luna said.
        "She's very important, huh?"
        "Quite. Without her, I doubt we will be able to defeat the Beryl.
She alone can possess the silver crystal, the most powerful thing in the
galaxy. She's is vital to the scouts. We need her."
        "What if she isn't all that? Then what?" Serena asked.
        "What are you talking about? I don't' think I understand Serena."
Luna said. "Is there something you want to tell me, something that's
bothering you. I'm always here to listen, you know that." Serena smiled at
the cat appreciatively.
        "I know. I was just wondering, that's all. Well, good night Luna."
Serena said quickly, hiding once again under the covers.
        How could she live up to what Luna imagined the princess to be? She
wasn't' anything like that. And the scouts were depending on her to be
strong! HER!! Serena, the crybaby! Wouldn't' they all be disappointed when
they found out that she was the real princess. They would probably stop
fighting altogether because they thought she was so pathetic. The scouts
would probably fall apart if she were the princess. The hope of finding her
was probably the only ting keeping them all together and fighting. It just
wasn't' fair. She wasn't wonderful and pretty and graceful and perfect. She
was a crybaby ditzy clutz! It would be better if they didn't' know who the
princess was, didn't' know that she, Serena, was the princess. 
        'I cant' tell them! It would just destroy their hope! I won't say a
word.' Serena vowed to herself.

        Darien slammed the door behind him, causing the pictures on the
walls to shake. He knew how to tell when he was angry, and right now, for
some unexplainable reason, he was thoroughly pissed. And, he couldn't
understand why. There was no reason for him to feel the way he felt. And
yet, just being in the same room as Tyrian made him want to cause
something, ideally Tyrian, intense bodily harm. But why? It just didn't
make any sense to him. Maybe it was because that guy had seemed too
haughty, or maybe because he had been such a creep before or maybe because
Serena had chosen Tyrian over . . . Darien shook his head, trying to clear
away the ridiculous though. Maybe, after some sleep, he could sort things
out, but not now, not when his anger was ruling his mental state. Perhaps,
sleep was just the thing he needed.

        She stood on the castle, calling down to him, her face obscured. He
was once again in his tuxedo and mask.
        "Help me be free again!" 
        "HOW!! He cried. "Who are you?" 
        She turned from him, as the scene began to twist and turn, the dim
colors of twilight melding I to something more bright, red, brown, green,
and he no longer wore the light fabric of the Tuxedo but the heavy and
chafing armor of a warrior. And around him, the bodies of others dressed
similarly fell; the ground stained a dark red. And then, he felt the sharp
pain, ice and fire slice through his stomach. He looked down, gripped the
long silver blade that glinted a ruby red, before sinking to one knee.
Black swirly tendrils surrounded him. And he could see her, the dream
princess once more, her hair flying out behind her, her pale dress
shimmering silver, her face still obscured. She ran to him, and he knew
that he would never see her again, and apologized for ever leaving her.
Apologized because he loved her. And she would never know! NEVER!! 
        "Serenity!" he croaked. " . . . love . . .you." and there she was
again, the vision that brought that smile to his lips before his eyes
closed once more. She was coming closer, and finally, the blackness lifted,
for only a moment, and he could see her face. His Dream princes! He reached
out his hand to touch her, to caress the soft cheek, to still the distress
in her eyes. 
        "You're real." He whispered.
        "Darien." She opened her eyes to look at him, endless blue sky, the
color of heaven. 
        "SERENA!!!" Darien cried with a start, bolting up right from the
nightmare. He unintentionally felt his stomach, expecting a giant gaping
hole to be there, expecting to feel the cool satin feel of the armor. But
there was none. It was only a dream. Only a dream. One of the many dreams
he had had for so long. But this time, this time it was different. He had
seen his dream princess for the first time, seen her face, her eyes. And he
knew her! HE KNEW HER!!! He could feel the smile creep upon his face as he
said her name, the name of his princess, aloud.
        "Serena."

        "I WILL NOT GO TO THE MOON!!!" Endymion cried, wincing in pain from
the effort. "I am the king and you are one of my generals! You have no
right to tell me what to do and-"
        "Would you please stop acting like a child your highness! It isn't'
safe here on Earth. You need to recover from your injury in battle. You
could have died! You're lucky we found you before you had bled to death."
        "But my troops! I will not leave them to fight alone Malachite."
        "And how would you fight Endymion! Place wheels on your bed? As
much as you might not like to hear it, you are of no use to us rig now! You
must recover! And, the best place to do that is as far away from all the
fighting as you can possibly get. Only the moon is not yet affected by this
war. You cannot lead your people from the grave."
        "But, but I can't! Isn't there someplace here, I can go. Or how
about Saturn! Pluto! Malachite, As your King, I command you to send me some
place other than the Moon Kingdom."
        "Endymion, as your friend, I command YOU to GO to the Moon Kingdom.
I don't' care if you're the king of the Milky Way, you are going to listen
to me for once! I've put up with your recklessness for far too long! Do you
understand Endymion?" malachite said. Then, in a lowered voice added, "I
refuse to let another one of us die." Endymion smiled wanly, and placed a
hand on his friend's shoulder.
        "That wasn't' your fault Malachite. No one knew that they would
attack the palace that day. You protected my parents the best you could."
        "And I am going to protect you as well, your highness. Which means"
malachite smiled, "you are going to go to the moon kingdom."
        "BUT-"
        "No buts! Besides, I thought you'd be glad for a chance to see
Serenity again." Endymion turned away at the mention of HER name. How could
he face her, when she was with another, and one such as Tyrian? It almost
made him physically ill! 
        "Endymion? What is it?" malachite asked, concerned at his friend's
sudden silence. 
        "I don't want to see Serenity." Endymion said flatly. 
        "But why? It's been two years since you last saw her. At the very
least you could congratulate her upon her engagement to Tyrian."
        "I won't see her." Endymion stated stubbornly. Malachite groaned in
frustration.
        "Then don't. Be miserable. But, if you don't' see her, then how in
the world do you expect to make her fall in love with you?"
        "WHAT?!?!" Endymion cried. "You have been listening to Mina for too
long. I think she's rotted your brain."
        "I am one of your oldest friend Endymion. I know you too well to
not notice. You love her and it's killing you to see her with Tyrian."
        "But," Endymion protested, "that's not-"
        "You cried out for her when you were unconscious. Endymion, you
love her, so why not go for it?"
        "I promised her I would be happy for her. And that means being
happy with her being engaged to Tyrian." Endymion said unhappily. Malachite
shook hi head.
        "What about you? Don't you deserve to find happiness also?"
malachite asked. Endymion shook his head. 
        "I promised her I'd be happy for her, and so I shall."
        "O yeah, happy as a funeral." Malachite said sarcastically.
        "It'll be your funeral if you don't' shut up." Endymion cried,
trying to rise from the bed, only to sink back, wincing in pain, the smile
immediately fleeing his face. Malachite immediately stiffened the serious
look of a seasoned general returning.
        "It's your funeral that I'm afraid of Endymion. We leave for the
moon in two days." Malachite said, heading towards the door. He turned back
to say something else to his prince, but upon seeing his face, decided
against it, leaving him alone with his own thoughts, and shut the door
firmly behind him.

        Serenity skidded around the corner, careening dangerously out of
control, almost crashing into the wall. She cursed the satin slippers she
wore - they offered absolutely no traction at all between her feet and the
floor, and on the highly polished marble floors it would be so easy to slip
while running and fa-"AAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!" she screeched as slid the last
few feet to the dock. 
        'Don't' let him have seen, please let him be late, please please
please . . . be later than I am' 
        "Princess?" 
        Serenity sighed, awaiting the gentle teasing that usually
accompanied her little accidents. She had been having them less and less as
she had grown more and more, but they still plagued her when she was
uniquely excited about something. And, she was VERY excited about today. It
had been two years (and four months, five hours and 26 minutes she added)
since he had left. And now, he was BACK!!! She sang joyously in her head.
She had so much to tell him! Maybe, he would be up to one of their usual
games; the hike on their secret 'magic trail' was definitely out of the
question due to his injuries. And she really would enjoy his commentary at
the ball - she had missed the sarcastic and acidic remarks that were all
too true about the royalty that usually attended. Of course, he would
probably be disappointed that his earlier observation about Lady Topaz was
completely wrong; she had removed the stick from her . . . 
        "Princess Serenity, are you all right?" he asked again,
uncertainly. Her eyes immediately lost the dreaming look they had held and
immediately snapped to attention to meet his. How long had it been since he
had last seen her eyes? Too long, even if, at least for him, too long meant
more than a day.
        Serenity started up at him, her mouth wide. Who was this stranger,
this tall, dark haired, strong MAN that spoke her name in such a deep
voice. This was Endymion? HE was Endymion. No, that couldn't' be right!
Endymion was a boy, a kid, just like her. She looked into his eyes, their
stormy depths capturing her placid ones for a moment before she turned her
gaze down. She didn't' want to see his eyes anymore. Those weren't'
Endymion's eyes. They were so serious, so sad, haunted. But, still, they
were his. They were Endymion's eyes, weren't they?
        "Endymion?" she squeaked, unsure. 
        "Yes Princess?" he asked, his voice resonating loudly off the
walls. Why didn't' it sound right? Why did he not sound the same as before!
That WAS NOT his voice! Who was this man, and what had he done with her
best friend?
        "Endymion?" she asked again.
        "Are you all right Princess." Not even a smile marred his lips.
Usually, by now he would be teasing her. But he wasn't' even laughing,
though his eyes flickered, the storm clouds turning. 
        "Endymion?"
        "Come now Princess, don't' tell me you've forgotten us already.
Why, Endy, we're gone two years and the princess forgets all about us lowly
earthlings. Malachite said, joining the two on the docks. At least, this
was the general she remembered, glad that he had, for once e, finally
relaxed - when he did, he could be funny, but most of the time, he hid that
behind his strong sense of duty, his need to be the best general in the
entire kingdom. Serenity seemed to break out of her stupid and gave him a
quick hug.
        "Hello General Malachite." She said, smiling at him. Then, she
turned her attention back to Endymion. He was sitting with an unreadable
expression -such a change from when she could read his face like an open
book. He was like a statue, cold, unmoving, eyeing her as closely as she
was watching him. Somewhere, some thing, perhaps her own budding intuition,
told her that something horrible must have happened on earth, something
that had turned him into this . . . hiding away the playful, mischievous
young prince she had known just two years ago, replacing him with this
serious, silent man she now saw. A man, not a boy. An adult. She didn't'
even know what to say to him . . . why did there seem to be such an
unbreachable gap now, a gap that was so deep that she could hear the wind
roaring loudly between them through the canyon, drowning out everything,
leaving her so cold and scared and alone. She shivered, and without another
thought, threw herself into his arms.
        "I've missed you so much Endy - next time remember to visit more
often." She said softly as she wrapped her arms around his neck ever so
carefully, painfully aware that he was not 100 percent yet. Even this felt
different, the shape all wrong, too tall, too defined, too large for her
liking. What had happened to the long skinny arms and legs, the smaller
shoulders and smaller body that she remembered so well, that she had been
able to almost fit into like a glove. Gods, who was this man? Was he her
best friend? Was this even her Endymion? Or another, who simply had his
name, and his blood, but lacked his heart?
        Endymion had no idea what came next. Part of him wanted to throw
her away from him, keep her as far away as possible, and the other wanted
to hold onto her and never let her out of his reach again. The battle raged
on inside of him, rendering him immobile, and he realized, with panic, that
she was in his arms and he couldn't' move! Her feel was still the same, if
not more wondrous than before, her skin that of an even softer silk. Her
smell had matured from the gaudy scents of much too strong flowers to the
hint of vanilla and touch of orange that seemed to announce that she was no
longer the little girl she had been, and yet, still the same child, same
innocent Serenity, he had left behind. Of course, the change that had taken
place had astounded him, and he had known, from the moment he had looked at
her, despite her ridiculous position on the floor, that he had to be even
stronger than he had thought, had to hold his resolve firm no matter how
hard it would be. He could not even afford one small smile, he knew, or
else, one smile could lead to two, and two could lead to a hug, a kiss and
then . . . he would not let himself fall into that trap. And yet the bait
was even more lovely than he had remembered her to be. She was no longer a
child. She was not yet a woman either, but so close, so incredibly close,
trembling back and forth on the borderline between her youth and the rest
of her life. How could he not notice? And how could the sight of that angel
not take his breath away, not make his face pale in fear or his heart sing
and cry at the same time at the joy and the sorrow of his predicament.
Malachite's words came back to him . . . what about stealing her away from
Tyrian? It was true that the man did not love her! He had said so himself.
And that beautiful creature, no, not a creature at all, because underneath
it all, she was still Serenity, and he knew that he loved her soul, her
beauty inside only enhanced by the outside package, he knew that she,
Serenity, would be happiest with him. She deserved to be loved in return,
to be doted upon, to be treated like the goddess she was. So where was the
harm if she happened to fall as deeply in love with him as he had her? 
        'What are you doing!?!?' he thought, chiding himself angrily. His
promise to her, to be happy for her and Tyrian, was that now all forgotten?
'Dammit Malachite, why do you put these stupid notions in my head! And now
I'm holding her! In my arms! I'm TOUCHING HER!!!!'
        Endymion released his arms from around Serenity, who looked up at
him in confusion at the sudden movement. It was not exactly the reception
she had expected.
        "I'm tired." Endymion said hoarsely, his voice sounding rough and
coarse. "I'm going to my quarters. To sleep - I do not wish to be
disturbed." 
        Endymion retreated down the hallway without so much as another
single word to anyone, his brooding silence following behind him, leaving
Serenity to watch his disappearing form as it blended so easily into the
darkness. She realized as she looked down at her hands, that they had
twined within themselves, knotting her fingers into thin twists. She wrung
then together once again, confused and hurt.
        Serenity whispered something inaudibly, the name of a past friend,
the name of a present mystery, dying on her lips.

        Thank you's - Laurel Anne - my greatest supporter, my bestest bud
(one of them at least) and the girl with one of my two favorite stories out
on the web right now that are in progress - I LVOE THEM!! OO!! And, quick
apology to anyone I know, I think I've been really bad company lately and I
don't' know why - I think I'm starting to stress, so SORRY!!!!!!!!
-SAILOR DOLPHIN!! YOU GOTTA STICK WITH IT!! I LVOE YOU SOO MUCH!! BE
SMILEY!!!!! Um, that's all I can think of- give me a week.
-Lianne - YOU ROCK!!! Why do you rock? Why cant' I be special like you?
WHAT THE HELL!!! ARE YOU AN ALIEN!! (I am) it's inhuman the way you write
and always have something out every week!! #$%! You!! I want to be you for
a few. Guys, this girl (lianne) needs no introduction, but she just happens
to be an amazing writer, ya know - I know ya do.
-FUGHIGI KISMET!!! I will say it once again. this young ( I don't' know if
you are young, I'm just guessing) lady (O DEAR! !I sound like my mom)is
perhaps one of the greatest writers ever to grace the computer screen. I
mean, her first series captured my heart sooo much!! TRULY AMAZING!!!! and
then the second! Which, O NO!! I'm gonna have to start apologizing, cause I
HAD NO IDEA! I was jacking her ideas!!! I mean, I thought of them, and she
did too!! So, I'm not an idea thief, we just have . . .great minds that
think alike, even if yours is probably greater than mine. But, truly, she
is on that golden pedestal because she is truly most amazingly
extraordinary.
-JENN!! You're probably wondering why I left you for down here. I DON"T
KNOW!!! LONG LIVE THE FALAFEL. I LOVE YOU!!! YEAH!!! GO JENN!! You are the
most amazingly cool person I know (Well, one of them at lest) 
Do you guys think I know too many people? I do. But I love ya all.
To my babe, TIGA SHADOW!! She is for sure a better little sis than mine!! (
(who was one of my many reasons for being so late all the time - if anyone
cares to kidnap my little sis, I guarantee I'd be able to get stories out
faster) Tiga Shadwo certainly writes some of the most amazing stories - and
to anyone, anyone who happens to be named person something or other,
PLEASE, if you are reading this, be NICE TO HER!! SHE"S SPECIAL!!!!
OK!! 
MY e-mail bud from new Zealand - this girl writes the best letters I HAVE
EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!! I wait every day and check my mailbox just hoping
she writes. I CANNOT WAIT!! Until you finally post something of your
writing, I REALLY WANNA SEE!!! 
Ninx is a great author I don't' know very well yet, but I really do love
your series.
Alpha chan - WAY COOL GIRL OUT THERE!!!!
I know there are so many others out there who I would love to write to -
but this is getting a tad long. You know why it's getting  tad long? I LOVE
TO WRITE THESE KINDS OF LETTERS!!! So that means I need people to send me
mail!! SO SEND ME MAIL!! Feedback, comments criticism, I've got tough (and
right now, super sun-burnt -ah, the hazards of living at the beach) skin.
So please please please tell me what you think. I'm begging , on my knees
-don't' worry, the e-mail messenger wont' kill you, it's all right to use
it!!! (OO!! Thought of what an email mailman would look like (wont[ have to
worry about dogs though) - little elves running rampant through the
computer systems - DOWN, BOY, DOWN IMAGINATION!!!)
One last thanks to archive administrators Luna and Artemis, Tux will,
Sailor November (Update the site!!!) and anyone else who has my stuff
posted. Long live project STAR!!!
And, I just found the coolest site on Lianne's page -it has a fanfic review
site, by sailor loon - it must have been a difficult and massive
undertaking, but someone had  to do it!! and, it is fairly recent, though
not so recent that I am affected by her reviews - I still need to sift
through everything. But!!! If you are a newbie to the fanfic arena, go
check it out to find out the really cool stuff, and the not so cool stuff,
since the sheer amount of it can sometimes really make you go nutso -
although, just about everything at Will's site is amazing. SO A BIG!! WOAH
GIRL!! YOU ROCK!!! To Sailor LOON!!! GREAT JOB!!!
OK!! I'll shut up now and let you go on with  life. BYE!!! LOVE YA LOTS AND
THANKS FOR STICKIGN WITH ME THUS FAR!!!! (And the sad thing is that I could
still go on - I NEVER SHUT UP!!! Like the energizer bunny!) BYE!!




