Queen of Legends, part 5b, by Sailor GlitterGirl aka Lady 
Jasemine, April 2001,

	I won't bore you with chit chat; here's what
happens next! Ja! -SailorGlitterGirl

		*****QUEEN OF LEGENDS*****

Part FiveB: Memories
Rated: PG
By: Sailor GlitterGirl
At: emeraldgoddess@SailorJupiter.com
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	"You can't leave so soon." Serena's eyes widened as 
she heard his voice. Deep, and smooth. Calm and rich. The 
butterflies in her stomach went wild, the racing cat in her
heart going out of control. Darien's breath tickled the nape
of her neck mercilessly, and Serena found herself battling
against sudden, raging desires.
	'Stop getting hormonal!' She shouted at herself. 
'He's a jerk! What would you want with HIM? HE'S the one that
made your people and your friends suffer, it was his kind
that killed your family! GET A GRIP!'
	Serena wrenched away with sudden new strength, spun 
around to face him, glaring with her whole heart and soul,
and, choking on tears, fled the ball, not caring if she
missed the Lady Jasemine.
	Darien stood watching as she ran. Had those been 
tears he had seen? Had the cold-hearted Serenity...cried?
	'And why...' he suddenly asked himself, 'Do I feel
like crying with her?'

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	As she ran, memories resurfaced unbidden, and
unstoppable, no matter how hard Serena tried to block them.
But unlike the memories that were actually dreams, these
images and memories and sounds and faces were real, and 
noting she told herself could prove otherwise, no matter
how hard she might try.
	Tripping and falling heavily on one knee, ripping
a hole in her splendid, beautiful gown, she cried as old 
wounds of the heart were reopened, wounds that never healed 
properly -if at all- in the first place. 
	Climbing painfully to her feet and taking off again,
ignoring the protest of her bleeding knee, Serena cried out
in heart wrentching sobs as she was forced by her own 
subconscious to relive memories and events that she had 
fought to forget for the past ten years.

		     *****FLASH*BACK*****

	"Papa!" Serena called to her father, whome was in the
 house. A small, six year old Serena had been just about to 
go inside after gathering eggs when three men on horse back 
had ridden up, and asked what her father's name was.
	'Kenneth Tsukino.' she had said simply. These people
had to be strangers; everyone in the small -understatement-
town of Menjari knew her father; he was one of the few 
farmers that had relatively good crops, and was even better
know because he didn't keep all his harvest for himself. No,
instead he shared it with those who needed it the most. That
year, the Tsukino family had shared their food mostly with
the Tilline's. Their oldest daughter, Vemina, was Serena's
best friend.
	"Papa!" Serena called again. She didn't like the way
one of the men was looking at her; he was scary.
	"Yes, Serenity?" A tall, thin man with cracked and
rusted spectacles came out of the house, clad in worn,
cheap overalls over a patched dity brown tunic. Thin boots
with holes covered his feet.
	"Are you Peasant Kenneth Tsukino of Squalar Moon 
Fief?" The lead knight asked stiffly. Kenneth nodded.
	"And have you in all honest truth been sharing your
profits and harvest with families whom did not tend their
crops properly?" 
	Kenneth frowned. "They tended their crops just as
well as I did; it was the poor soil. I only did what was-"
	"You disobeyed the law." The Knight interrupted.
"You were also warned before, am I correct?" Again, Kenneth
nodded, a firm, defiant frown on his features. An the next
moment, two things happened. One, Serena's mother, Elanor
Tsukino, walked out of the house in her home-spun and sewed
pale gray-blue gown, wiping her hands on her potatoe sack
apron.
	Two, Serena screamed as the second Knight, after
being signaled by the lead Knight, raised a long bow armed
with an feathered arrow, and let the weapon fly.
	The arrow sunk deep into human flesh, penetrating
the heart.
	Elanor, along with her daughter, screamed in fright
and heartfelt pain as Kenneth fell to the ground, clutching
the arrow in his chest, already dead. Serena, after her
initial screams of fright, could only watch in shocked 
horror as the third knight raised his own bow, and hurled
the second arrow at Elanor. The newly widowed mother had
only made two steps out of the house, trying to get to her
fallen husband, when she fell back against the flimsy wall
of the house, the bloody white feathers of the arrow 
protruding from her neck.
	'Mama...papa...ma...mam...'
	"MAMA!!!!!! PAPAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! Nooooooooooo!"
Serena's screaming sob could be heard throughout the small
town as the small, golden haired girl suddenly exploded
with anger and power. A shimmering cloak of shining silver
light encased her body, and her eyes, once a sparkling,
happy pale blue, were transformed into blazing, diamond
sharp sapphire's, glowing eternally from within with the
heat of her anger and sorrow. As she closed her newly
colored eyes, they underwent a second transformation as
a silver white glow engulfed her vision, turing her pupils
into silver pearls, and her irises into a silver storm,
mirroring the power within her.
	The power that had laid dorment for seven years,
until now.
	It would change her life. But not for the better.

		*****END*FLASH*BACK*****

	A sob of pain, both heart and physical, wracked
Serena's shaking form. 
	Immediately following the death of her parents,
a mob of townspeople, both from Menjari and a few nearby
settlements, had come rushing in angrily, and had found
nothing. Only three chared spots on the ground next to
the sobbing daughter of two murdered farmers.
	Serena had gone into total shock for several days.
Her father's crops had been devided among the families that
needed it, her parenst belongings protected by the Tilline's.
	After three days of not talking at all, eating
very little, and being completely detached from reality,
Serena had suddenly and all at once realized that she could
not stay there. Eventually the officials would want to 
know what had happened, and they would send investigators.
Using magic sensors, or wizards, or sorcerers, they would
figure out what she had done to the three knights, and they
would come searching for her. She was a danger to her friends.
	So later that night, she had packed what little
food she dare take, an extra dress, a blanket, her mother's
favorite and only piece of jewelry that wasn't a piece
of junk, and her father's flute- a whittled and carved
piece of wood with holes.
	Serena had been barely two hours away from Menjali
when Vemina -Mina- caught up with her. Panting and carrying
her own pack. The other blonde had told Serena that she was
coming with her, and not to argue. Serena had learned not
to argue when Mina had that look on her face. So Serena
had simply hugged and thanked her friend silently, and the
two had been on their own. They changed their names a bit,
Serena Tsukino becoming Serenity Lunari, but still being
called Serena by her friend, and Vemina becoming Mina Aino,
but still Mina to Serana.
	They lived day to day by their wits, taking 
only what they needed only from those who wouldn't miss it 
until they were thirteen, when they met Raye and Amy. They 
had been banished from their own town. Raye, for her powers;
her people were ridiculously supersticious, and Amy for her 
yearning for knowledge and her talent for thinking quickly 
and well. The four had been inseperable ever since.
	Then, a year later, when they were all fourteen -
give or take a few months in between- they stumbled upon
Julita, Lita, as she much preferred to be called, in the 
middle of a fight. She, too, had run away from her town. Her
father, an abusive man, had intended to betroth her to an 
equally cruel man, saying she needed someone to disciplin 
her and keep her from gallavanting around like the disgusting, 
improper tomboy she was becoming, instead of the obediant
and submissive low-down woman she ought to be.
	Lita had run away the night she had heard of the
engagement.
	Twelve more months passed before Serena met Diam,
Diamond, and he fell in love with her. Problem: She didn't
love him. She liked him, sure, but as a friend, no more.
Somehow Diam never accepted that, and thought that if he
gave her power -every woman wanted power, right?- she would
love him. Serena accepted his invitation to act as the 
Queen of the Alley Senshi only to give her friends a life
worth living, other than the day-by-day, survive today,
worry about tomorrow tomorrow, kind of life. She knew that
they'd never leave her, and she'd never leave them, all of
them knowing her story, and she knowing all of theirs. But 
she had still wanted them to be able to not have to steal 
their daily bread from a fat merchant, and risk getting a 
beating, as they often did.
	No, Serena had wanted her few loved ones to have 
more than the little, illusional blind content they had.
Slowly, although they were still respected, the 'royal'
Alley Senshi realized that while this life was more secure, 
they still had to do many of the things that they'd had to 
do before. 
	So now, as Serena raised herself from her collapsed
postition in the middle of a circular rose garden, Serena
vowed that she would not, would NOT, let the teasing touches
of a fair haired, arrogant pretty-boy prince ruin her. No 
sir. She knew now what he had been doing to her. With those
looks, undoubtedly knew just how to handle her to make her
loose herself. He had set her up.
	Anger boiled inside of Serena, and she hardly
realized as a faint, nearly invisible silver glow shimmered
around her. Magically straightening her hair and clothes,
patching and cleaning up her mussed cosmetics. Taking a 
deep breath, Serena turned around to calmly exit the gardens
and make her way back to the party.
	Just as Serena was re-entering the ballroom, Serena
saw a lovely woman a little older than the Senshi enter. 
Her hair was the palest blonde imaginable, nearly white, 
tinged a slight blue, that fell to her knees in ever so 
slight waves, a few tendrils of natural curls framing her 
lovely face and draping over her ears.
	She wore a gown of the purest white, edged in ice 
blue and a metallic material that glittered becomingly in 
the candle light. The appeared to strapless, but a 
glittering gauze tinged slightly blue made out the top half 
of the bodice, flowing down her arms and ending in a point 
nearly to the ground. A glittering silver bow styled her 
hair much like Mina's, only with more curls.
	Smiling prettily, revealing perfect white teeth, 
Serena watched as the woman, Lady Jasemine, she presumed,
accepted a crystal goblet laced with silver, filled with a 
deep red liquid, she raised her hand.
	"Let the party begin!" She exclaimed, and cheers went 
up as she took a drink of her wine.
	Serena smiled as she leaned against the tall marble
pillar at one the many entrances/exits to the ballroom. She 
knew immediately that she would like this young woman. She was 
so like Mina, and yet, she had an...untouchable quality. As if 
you could throw mountains, storms, entire oceans and monsters 
at her and she wouldn't even be miffed.
	"What are you smiling about?" Serena turned, surprised,
to see Prince Endymion, Darien, beside her, smiling. Serena
gasped lightly, completely forgeting her revelation only
moments before, when her eyes met his. Those deep, deep ocean
blue eyes like the depths of the sea. Mysterious, yet so
painfully beautiful. Dark, yet so full of light, a light 
hidden in its magic. Mysteriously beautiful yes that seemed to
pull you in so pleadingly, begging you to come in and look at 
his soul, and yet, there was something...something just beyond
those ocean sapphires that blocked you out, barring against 
anyone who might see who he really was.
	Serena snapped out of her reverie as she suddenly 
realized that she was staring at him again, and he, her. 
	Serena growled quietly at herself, cursing her weakness.
Frantically, before she made a fool of herself and threw 
herself into his arms, or something, she reminded herself 
harshly of her thoughts a few moments ago, out in the garden.
	Her eyes becam solid, hard, cold sapphires. Deep within
those eyes, a icy silver twinkle flashed as she glared at him.
	Darien nearly took a step back. Her gaze had changed
so quickly it had been frightning. First it had been startled,
surprised. Darien had gasped at the innocence he saw there,
innocence so hidden it would be a miracle if anyone ever saw
it. Yet it was there. He had only glimpsed it, and she had 
been caught unaware, but he had seen it.
	Then the next minute her eyes held the gaze of a battle
hardened soldier, her eyes becoming those of someone who had
seen too much pain and endured too much suffering. That faint,
yet powerful silver shimmer was there, as well, and for some
reason, it scared him.
	No sooner had Darien composed himself -for the 
hundreth time in the past hour- than Lady Jasemine herself 
walked up to him. From a distance, she looked as old and 
eighteen, her aura and her stance telling you that this was a 
girl of experience, but up close, she could be no more than 
fifteen, though there was something in her light gray -more of
a silver- blue eyes that told you her soul was much, much 
older.
	Darien was suddenly startled at the resemblance to
Serena, though their facial features were far from similar.
	"Lady Jasemine," Darien said, bowing slightly. Lady 
Jasemine curtseyed deeply, though not as deeply as others were 
required to. Being the sister of the lead General of the Crown 
Prince gave her many unusual privilages.
	"Your highness," she said lightly, rising. She smiled 
at the man that was like a second older brother to her, before 
turning her attention to the golden haired maid beside him.
	"Hello," she said to the young woman. "You must be 
Serenity Lunari. I've heard much about you."
	"All of it bad, I'm sure." Serena joked, not in the 
least concerned about this woman thinking her vile, as all the 
mistresses had seemed to imply she would. Lady Jasemine 
laughed along with her. Darien smiled slightly before he could
catch himself. Shaking his head, Darien told himself to 
watchout for his angel's laugter; it was-
	'MY angel?' Darien suddenly choked, causing the two 
beauties before him to look at the prince, Jasemine looking
concerned, Serena looking like she would like to laugh.
	"What's the matter, princie?" Serena drawled. "Did 
your ego finally choke you?" Darien raised an eyebrow, bringing
his lungs under control, and smirked; he never could get over
how quick she was.
	Lady Jasemine chuckled at Darien's slightly surprised
expression. To everyone else it was a smirk, but she had known
him as long as she'd known her own brother; you learn a few
thing about someone after that long, and she knew that the 
smirk that his face held was the one he wore to mask surprise.
	Suddenly, in a brilliant light of observation and
realization, Jasemine looked back and forth between a warily
glaring Serenity, and a now genuinely smirking prince, and 
she grinned widely. Across the room, diagonally in front and
beside her, Lady Jasemine suddenly spotted her brother across 
the room, a blonde young woman whom bore a strong resemblance
to Serenity stood beside him, arm in arm. Raising an eyebrow,
the white-haired blonde Jasemine was treated to the rare sight
of her iron-armored brother blushing slightly. The girl beside
him blushed as well, then giggled before sighting Serenity 
with the prince. Jasemine immediately reconigzed the familiar
gleem in her blue eyes. It was the same glimmer she herself
got when matchmaking plans were seeping into her mind.
	Both girls made eye contact at the same moment and 
simonaniously smiled mischieviously. Lady Jasemine winked, at
the blonde, and the blue eyed girl with Junzite got an evil
grin. From across the room, they made an silent agreement with
the language that all matchmakers know.
	Jasemine suddenly thought that this party might be
more fun than she thought.
	"Excuse me, please," Jasemine said to the two before
her, whom seemed to be engaged in an unofficial starting 
contest, in which Serena was obviously excelling. Shaking her
head with silent merriment, Jasemine made her way over to 
the blonde, pretending that her only intent was to greet her
brother. 
	"Kunzite, brother." Lady Jasemine said merrily.
Kunzite unwound his arm from around Mina and hugged his sister
tightly.
	"Jasie, good to see you. When did you get in?"
Kunzite asked. He knew that his sister lived far away, but
had wanted her sixteenth birthday to be where her brother
could attend. And what better place than the royal palace,
the very place where her bother served?
	"About an hour ago; I had hardly any time to get ready!
I was already late as it was."
	"Well, you made an excellent entrance," Mina said,
smiling genuinly at the fair-haired young woman before her.
The two girls pretended to never have lain eyes on each otehr
before as Kunzite introduced them. 
	As if on cue, Kunzite spotted Nephlite signaling him
frantically from across the room.
	"Uh, excuse me ladies," he said, and quickly made his
way over to his friend.
	As soon as he was out of earshot, Mina and Jasemine
burst into hard giggles.
	"Aren't they a gorgeous couple?" Mina gushed excitedly,
motioning across the room at Serena and Darien, whom were still
engaged in a glaring match.
	"Totally. They've got the be the cutest couple I've 
ever seen," she looked at Mina out of the corner of eye,
grinning slyly. "Or the best I've ever matched!"
	"Ditto!" Mina said, laughing. "Man, this is gonna be
FUN!"
	"Yeah," Jasemine chuckled, then sighed along with
Mina as she saw Darien and Serena simontaniously turn their
backs to each other and march in opposite directions.
	"But it looks like we've got our work cut out for us."
Jasemine said dejectedly, putting a hand on her hip.
	"Ditto," Mina sighed. Then she brightened back into
the cheery, energenic girl she was. "We'll just consider this
a challenge to our talent! Remember; 'Practice makes Perfect!"
	"If we managed to get THEM together, we'll have enough
practice to be matchmaking goddesses!" Lady Jasemine laughed, 
throwing back her head into tinkling laughter, along with 
Mina.
	"Alright then, to Mission Matchmakers." Mina raised 
her slender goblet of pale yellow wine to Jasemine's thick
goblet of deep red. They clinked glasses, laughing lightly
and smiling mischieviously.
	Little did they know that a siniser, snake like
woman had been listening. Her fiery red hair gleamed like
flames in the candle light of the crystal chandelers. Deep
purple, nearly black eyes narrowed to angry slits as she 
ran the women's words over in her head.
	'Aren't they the cutest couple ever?' The blonde had
said. Lady Berylina snarled quietly. SHE was the only one for
the prince! From the moment she had laid eyes on him, she had 
known that they were meant for each other. It was destiny!
Her beauty, with his unmatched handsome features, would
make the match of the century. If only he had given her a
chance.
	'No matter,' the witch thought. 'I'll make him mine
eventually. The Prince Endymion isn't THAT blinde. He can't
ignore the one he was meant for much longer. And when the
time comes that he realizes that, first I'll make him sorry
he ever turned away from me, then I'll make him joyful that
he's mine. After I'm queen.' She cackled evilly under her
breath, walking away, out onto one of the balconies. She 
turned to make sure no one was watching, then leapt into the
night, disappearing in midair.
	But, amidst the shadows, two figures narrowed their
eyes.
	"So it's true." Kunzite hissed. "She does have other
powers than she claims."
	"The Wizard Doctor claims that when she was born
and up until she was ten all she could do was call amnipulate
shadows, that's all." Nephlite whispered. "But when she turned
eleven she started developing other abilities. When the 
doctor got suspicious and analyzed a sample of her newer 
magic, he found that it was not hers, but it had been granted
to her. Someone wants Beryl to become more powerful."
Nephlite, a hardened warrior, didn't bother to hide the 
immense worry in his voice. "When he did some magical 
calculations to determine where they were headed, what they 
would become if she didn't stop 'developing' these new 
powers-"
	"I know, you told me." Kunzite interrupted. He sighed
heavily. "We have to warn the prince. For now, Beryl is still
human. Even so, she's still evil, through and through. If
she acquires the powers you're talking about..." Kunzite
didn't finish his sentence.
	He didn't have to. Nephlite knew all to well what
would happen to the Golden Empire. To Earth. To the Solar
System. 
	To the Universe.

To be Continued...

	Ta-da!!!!! Part Five a and b are done! I actually did the
second half of this part in three hours. For me that is a total
phenomena. For those of you that were wondering, yes, Beryl
is back as you can see. I'm sorry, but I've just been too busy
to come up with a new villian. *sigh* As I look at my story 
and then read other fics, I realize that mine isn't exactly
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