Heeeello! It's your number one fav fanfic 
writter! What? I'm NOT your favorite? Humph! Well,
forget you! See of I reply to any of you again! Well,
actually, I haven't gotten any e-mail yet, seeing as
the prologue was only posted this afternoon! Hee. I
was soooooo excited to see my fic up that I just had
to go start on the first part! Yeehaaaaaa!!!!!
	Ahem.
	Like I said, my story only just got posted,
so there aren't any thankies to e-mailers yet,
but there should be by the time I finish this (part).
	To Becci-chan, Lori-Babe, Elise, Jessica, 
Amanda, and Tina; I don't know how long it took you 
guys to get here and read this, but knowing you, it 
probably took forever!!! Shame on you!! And you call 
yourselves my FRIENDS? 
	*sniff*
	At least my BOYFRIEND remembered, right Roy?
Roy? Hellloooooo, Roy? 
	Ggggggrrrrrrrrr!!!! *MEN!* Hmph.
	Yikes!!! Okay, uh, heh heh. Earlier I realized
after I sent the prologue in that I had forgotten to put 
in disclaimers!!!! EEEEEEEKKKKKKKK!!!!!! PLEASE DON'T
SUE ME!!!!! IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M FOGETTFULL!!!! IT'S
A FAMILY THING!!
	Alright, I'll shut my trap now, I know you're
probably getting tired of my yapping by now. Read on
and enjoy!!!!!

Rated G; further notes and disclaimers at bottom (If
I remember to put them in!)

		***Queen of Legends***

Part One: Royalty Meeting
______________________
By Sailor GlitterGirl
emeraldgoddess@SailorJupiter.com
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	Serena bit her lip, refusing to cry out as
yet another blow landed, this time on the side of her
chin. Blood trickled down her face and over her ruby 
lips, already stained a darker red from broken blood 
vessels within.
	She was in a small cell, chained to the wall,
with a dirty, smelly, over-muscled guard performing
their 'torture,' trying to get her to tell what her 
power was. The captain had reported it, and the local
sorcerer needed to know what sort of power it was to
put on the proper restraints. 
	"Now, Serenity, be a good girl, and just tell
us what you know of your remarkable...talents." Serena
had to clamp down on her will to keep from rolling her
eyes and snorting at the silk clad and heavily 
bejeweled sorcerer noble before her, whom had given 
her the name 'Shazal' to refer to him as. She didn't
miss the way his cold red eyes roamed her shamelessly,
and knew what would come after she gave an answer.
	"Well? I don't hear your sweet voice giving
me an answer." He drawled.
	"That's because I didn't give you one." Serena
spat, though quietly under her breath. Although normal
hearing wouldn't have picked it up, she knew his would,
and he did.
	"What was that darling? I didn't quite catch 
that last." he cupped a hand around his ear, then 
sighed as she remained deathly silent. "You're only
making this harder on yourself. We already know with
simple scanning spells that each of your friends were
born under select stars, the planets, and they seem 
to have a bit of an...aura aruond them due to that.
But it is obvious they have no idea how to use them,
other than miss Hino. My she has quite a temper. I'm
glad they already had the binding bracelets on her; I
wouldn't want to have to dodge the curses she was 
throwing at me if they hadn't been restrained." He
chuckled lightly. 
	"But that power seems to be from her
bloodline,  not from her being birthed under Mars. 
But you, my dear, obviously know about your power and
can even more obviously use it." He walked closer to
her, leaning into her face, so that his breath heated
her cheeks. "And it is unlike anything I've seen 
before. And I want to know what it is! And you are 
GOING to TELL me!" With that, he suddenly lost his
calm exterior and raised a hand to strike her. 
	Then, without warning, a thin rope of dark 
orange light wrapped around his wrist, yanking him 
back. The rope dissapeared, and Serena suddenly 
spied two men standing the doorway. The one on the 
right was obviously the one that had sent the orange 
rope, for his hand was still raised slightly and 
faintly glowing a dark blue. He had waiste length 
silver hair, with pale, icy blue eyes with flecks of
that dark orange swimming around in them.
(AN: I know, I know, I'm gonna fool around with their
looks just a little, though, okay?)
He had a definate air of command around him, but also
a sense of fierce protectiveness. Serena felt a pang
of sorrow as she realized just how much this man
reminded her of Mina. She hoped silently that the
other girls were okay.
	The second man was still partially concealed
by the shadows, but Serena's street-life-trained eyes
spied him quickly. And he made Serena catch her 
breath. Tall, and dark, with piercing ocean blue eyes 
that watched everything in the room at once. His hair
was as dark as a starless sky, pure silky blackness. 
	Serena suddenly forced herself to snap out of
her reverie, knowing the looks Mina would give her if
she had known her reaction to just the sight of this 
man.
	"W...what is the meaning of this?" Shazal
raged, and Serena silently relished the sight of his
face turning purple. She noted that Shazal hadn't 
noticed the dark haired man yet, his attention still
focused on the man that had attacked him.
	"What are you doing here?" Shazal asked 
dangerously. 
	"Tell me, Sorcerer Shazal, what did this 
woman do that was bad enough for her to be subjected 
to you?" the dark haired man spoke, and Shazal 
finally noticed him, his red eyes widening suddenly, 
gasping is surprise.
	"Your...Your Highness!" he gasped. "We did not
know that you would be visiting." He bowed low, and
only Serena's sharp eyesight and keen ability to read
people allowed to her glimpse the brief look of 
disgust that flashed through the prince's eyes.
	"I'm not." replied 'his highness' calmly, his
voice cool and level. "I came here to select a prisoner
for a wager that I made. When I read that a five girls
suspected of being the Queen of the Alley Senshi and
her court had been aprehended, I thought that they
sounded good. I presume that this is one of them?"
	"Y...yes your highness. In fact, this is the
one suspected of being the Queen, although she has
hardly said anything other than coy comments and sharp]
and disrespectful phrases. But the Captain that 
arrested her claims to have witnessed quite an unusal
sight while imprisoning her."
	"What might that be?" said the first man, the
one that had prvented Shazal from striking her.
	"He claims she immited some sort of power, and
hypnotized him into releasing one of her friends."
Serena's eyes suddenly became blazing blue sapphires
as she heard the man's tone. She knew where this was
going.
	"He says had it not been for his strong 
sense of will-power," Shazal continued, "She would 
have ordered him to slay them all. He also claims-"
	"That lying, low-down, sleazy excuse for a-"
Serena's string of curses was suddenly cut off by a 
swift blow to her abdomen by the burly guard. She
bit her lip, refusing to cry out. Her sapphire eyes
closed tightly, trying to hold back winces of pain.
	"You will keep silent in the prescence of the 
Crown Prince!" Shazal roared.
	"Up your-" Another blow, to her left cheek,
rendered her silent as her face was slammed to the
side. She kept quiet. For a moment. She slowly
swung her head back to gaze coldly and cooly at 
Shazal, then glanced swiftly at the prince, holding
his gaze for one soul-shattering moment. Then she
closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the
wall, a small, mocking smile playing on the corners
of her ruby lips, letting them know that she would
be silently, but only because she chose to. Shazal 
was completely enraged by her actions, and planned
to make her pay for it later.
	The prince however, was greatly amused. He had
never seen someone, a girl no less, that had managed
to get under Sorcerer Shazal's skin so thoroughly. 
And judging from the many bruises and cuts adorning
her petite, but by no means weak looking, body, he
could tell that he wanted something from her, and she
had yet to give in to him. Asuming she had been here
from the time that she had arrived, yeserday evening,
and then, he knew that holding out this long was quite
an accomplishment. And he was not one to let 
impressive deeds go unrewarded.
	Of course, that's what he told himself. But he
had a hard time resisting the urge to smile mockingly
at the shooked expression Shazal would don when the 
prince told him that he was releasing the girl. Then
it was nearly impossible to hold back laughter when
picturing his outrage and discovering how she would
be treated due to the bet.
	The prince didn't like Shazal, and Shazal, for
all he was polite, didn't like the prince. The heir
to the throne of Earth thought of this as a lovely way
to both win the bet, and make Shazal fume. He was
certain that he would win with this girl as the test
specimen. She obviously had a problem with authority;
she would never subdue to the men and therefore would
completely fail in attempting to be taught how to 
behave as a normal, high born lady should.
	Prince Darien smirked slightly, and his 
companion, Kunzite, the first in command of his 
elite guard, the Generals, looked at him oddly, 
raising an eyebrow. Darien grinned slightly, then 
looked back to Shazal, who was glaring hatefully at 
the blonde woman strapped to the stone wall. 
	"You may leave Shazal." Darien said calmly.
Shazal stared for a moment, then clenched his fists 
and, without a word, strode out the door. But just 
before he made his exit, Darien held out a hand in 
front of him, stopping him.
	"The key, please." he said in his most polite
voice, but somehow managed to make his tone mocking.
Serena couldn't help but listen with interest as
Shazal growled almost inaudibly, then unhook the brass
key from his belt and slap it into the younger man's 
hand.
	"Watch out, your highness." He warned the 
prince. "She's as sly as a snake and as slippery as 
an eel." With that he strode out of the room, anger
radiating from his every movement. Serena chuckled,
trying to prevent it from turning into a cough.
	"He's pretty right, boys." she said, a 
twinkle in her eyes. "Sure you want to be in the 
same room as me? Might soil your pretty suits or
stink up your hair. Then you'll have to visit the
beauty salon all over again. Wouldn't want to have
to put that strain on your budget, now would we?"
She narrowed her eyes to flashing blue slits. "Oh, I
forgot, you don't have that problem do you? If you
run low you can just up the taxes, can't you? Must
be pretty useful having a never ending supply of
dough from the peasant fathers and husbands just
trying to keep their families alive!" she spat, glaring
at the two men, but mainly the prince. Although hardly
any of them had ever laid eyes on the Crown Prince,
they blamed him and the royal family for the plague
of homeless and hugry families that had struck the
Earth. And the King and Queen had done nothing. 
Nothing.
	Serena fumed silently as the prince simply
shook his head, smirking slightly, as if enjoying a
privet joke. He walked forward and raised his hands,
and Serena mentally braced herself for the blow. But
it never came. Instead she heard a loud clatter of 
metal as the chains on her wrists fell away, and she
fell foward, stumbling, for her feet were still 
chained to the wall. The prince caught her, and she
glared at him. But it was either accept his help or
fall flat on her face. She decided on the former, and
let herself rest in his arms while he reached down to 
free her feet, brushing aside the tail end of her long,
shimmering golden braid.
	Once her ankles were free, she pulled roughly
out of his grasp, rubbing her raw wrists.
	"What do you want?" she hissed. Darien 
raised an eyebrow quizzicaly at his companion.
	"In a moment, your majesty." Darien said, a
hint of mocking in his voice. Serena narrowed her 
eyes, but remained quiet.
	"First of all, you seem to already know me,
so I'll just say my name; Prince Endymion, just to be
sure you know it. 
	Second, this is General Kunzite, leader and 
first in command of my own elite guard, the Guardian 
Generals, usually just called 'The Generals.' And you
are...?"
	"Somone who wants to know what the heck is
going on here." she said coldly. "It's not everyday
that the Crown Prince takes interest in a prisoner." 
Darien smiled wryly.
	*She's sharp.* he thought. *This might be 
fun.*
	"I'll tell you," he said aloud, "As soon as I
have your name and we're back at the palace." If she
was surprised at the news of being taken to the Royal
Terran Palace, she didn't show it.
	Serena was silent for a moment. This could be
an opportunity to get herself and her friends out. If
she had heard right, and she would get to go to the
palace, it might be possible for her to get enough
information back to her senshi for them to get out.
Of course, she wasn't going to leave without a fight
for her friends first. With a mental sigh, she gave 
in.
	"My name is Serenity Lunari. I am of the 
Alley Senshi, as are my friends, but none of us are
the Queen." she said simply, her tone unreadable.
Darien nodded. He had expected a limited answer like
that.
	"Well, let's go." Darien said, taking her
wrist and pulling her towards the door. "I am eager 
to tell you about this wager." Again, his voice was 
mocking, amused. Serena was trying to turn down the 
slow boiling inside her mind, when she suddenly 
remembered something.
	"No." she said, digging her heels into the 
ground and yanking her hand away. "I'm not leaving
without my Sen- my fellow Senshi." She had almost
said HER Senshi, which wouldn't have helped her denial
of being the Senshi Queen.
	"What are you talking about?" Darien asked,
turning to her. "You have a chance to be free? Why
throw it away for some other thieves? They'd leave
you." Serena's eyes flashed dangerously, glaring.
	"How do you know that?" she said lowly. 
"They're my friends. They'd never leave me, and I'll 
never leave them. You remember that, Your HIGHNESS!"
She glared defiantly. Darien regarded her for a
moment, his face becoming dark. He didn't like not]
being obeyed. It wasn't that he was spoiled and used
to having his way, it was that he was used to being
in charge, being one of the best swordsman and warriors
in the kingdom. 
	He gazed coldly at the golden haired maiden, 
before coming to a descision.
	"Very well." he said stonily. "You may bring
you friends." She looked mildly surprised, but the 
look was soon gone as he continued. "If you can find
them and be in the main courtyard before we leave. 
You have pleanty of time. I will give orders for you
not to be stopped." With that and swish of his cape,
he strode out of the room, Kunzite at his side,
leaving Serena staring after her, a mild look of 
surprise and admiration on her beautifully, althoug
dirty, delicate features. Then she smiled slyly. He
had underestimated her. She would not need that full
hour.
	Serena closed her eyes and concentrated on
the image of her friends, then walked out the door,
letting her sixth sense lead her to her friends. She
was not about to let this opportunity to her her
friends out of this hellhole escape her. She would
prove herself. To that high and might prince, and to
whatever it was that continued to taunt her whenever
she doubted herself.

To Be Continued...

	Okay, I know this part was kinda short, but 
are you getting into it now? I STILL haven't recived
any e-mail, and I'm ticked! Okay, first person to
e-mail me and include a small auto-biography of 
themselves I will write a whole mini fic about you
and the scouts! Is THAT tempting enough?
	Oh, and just so you know, don't e-mail me
at SailorGliterGirl@aol.com, that address is now
reserved for my friends only. Like at the top under
the authors name, please send all comments, flames,
suggestions, ect. to emeraldgoddess@SailorJupiter.com,
kay? I don't check that one as often, but I check it 
at least once a day, kay? I usually respond within
five hours of recieving an e-mail, but remember that
I'm in the Pacific Standard time, time zone, so even
if its broad day light where you are, it may be in the
middle of the night for me! Or I may be out someplace 
with my buds.
	Once again, E-MAIL E-MAIL E-MAIL!!! -Sailor 
GlitterGirl, aka Emerald Goddess

SEE? I REMEMBERED THE DISCLAIMERS!!!!

Sailor Moon and all characters are copyright Naoko
Takeuchi/Kodansha Ltd./Toei Animation Co., Ltd, 
and the English adaptation is copyright 1995 DIC 
productions, LP. This story and story part
is copyright Sailor GlitterGirl, March, 2001.

In case your wondering, I got that fancy disclaimer
from Lianne Sentar's stories. She ROCKS! I hope you
don't mind me using these, Lianne-chan!!! -GlitterGirl