From the Stars
The blinding golden light faded leaving the tall, lean man crouched in a stone hallway, nearly blinded by its previous intensity. Slowly his vision cleared and he was able to take in the details of the room. He didn’t recognize where he was, but somehow knew that he was someplace safe if not somewhat familiar. He looked down on himself to see that he was dressed in dark armor that only clothed him only in times of danger or great importance - he hoped it was the latter.
As he looked up, blue eyes met green eyes and he gasped at the sight in front of him. “Kunzite,” he said, his voice shaking with a mixture of disbelief and disuse. Kunzite knelt before him with his fist resting at his chest. Mamoru quickly noticed that he was dressed in his white tunic and brown cape rather than a uniform of slate gray. “Where am I?” he asked.
“Nowhere,” Kunzite answered coolly.
“I don’t understand,” Mamoru said.
“This is the place where stars go when they are waiting to exist.”
“Usako….”
“She is not here, not the way that you are. The Princess has healed the cauldron and soon you will join her.”
“What about you?” he asked with alarm.
Kunzite visibly hesitated, but did not respond.
“We don’t know,” another voice spoke up quickly, eager in its tone.
Mamoru looked to this new voice and saw Zoicite kneeling to his left. “Zoicite.” He then looked to his right to see Jadeite with his head turned down to the ground, and behind him knelt Nephrite, a firm look on his face. “Jadeite, Nephrite. You’re all here.” Mamoru paused as he felt a tugging on his chest. At first it was a dull sensation, but then it increased in pressure until the golden crystal emerged in front of him, shining brightly.
“It’s time for you to go back,” Kunzite said calmly, still never moving from where he knelt.
“I want all of you to come with me.”
“We’ll be waiting when you return.”
“I don’t understand,” Mamoru said, his eyebrows scrunching together. He never had the chance to get a response from Kunzite. The same golden light that brought him to that room returned and encompassed him once again, this time leaving the place where he once was empty.
“You didn’t tell him,” Nephrite mused, rising to his feet.
“What did you expect? A non-cryptic answer from our fearless leader?” Jadeite chuckled as he stood and walked towards the center of the room.
“I was hoping that we would get to tell him,” Zoicite said frowning. He slowly brought himself to standing, pausing to brush of the pant leg of his uniform that had been resting on the ground.
“The future is closer than I think any of us realize.” Kunzite rose and started walking from the room. “We should start to prepare. The cauldron finally brought us to this point, and I did promise him that we would be there when he returned.”
As he looked up, blue eyes met green eyes and he gasped at the sight in front of him. “Kunzite,” he said, his voice shaking with a mixture of disbelief and disuse. Kunzite knelt before him with his fist resting at his chest. Mamoru quickly noticed that he was dressed in his white tunic and brown cape rather than a uniform of slate gray. “Where am I?” he asked.
“Nowhere,” Kunzite answered coolly.
“I don’t understand,” Mamoru said.
“This is the place where stars go when they are waiting to exist.”
“Usako….”
“She is not here, not the way that you are. The Princess has healed the cauldron and soon you will join her.”
“What about you?” he asked with alarm.
Kunzite visibly hesitated, but did not respond.
“We don’t know,” another voice spoke up quickly, eager in its tone.
Mamoru looked to this new voice and saw Zoicite kneeling to his left. “Zoicite.” He then looked to his right to see Jadeite with his head turned down to the ground, and behind him knelt Nephrite, a firm look on his face. “Jadeite, Nephrite. You’re all here.” Mamoru paused as he felt a tugging on his chest. At first it was a dull sensation, but then it increased in pressure until the golden crystal emerged in front of him, shining brightly.
“It’s time for you to go back,” Kunzite said calmly, still never moving from where he knelt.
“I want all of you to come with me.”
“We’ll be waiting when you return.”
“I don’t understand,” Mamoru said, his eyebrows scrunching together. He never had the chance to get a response from Kunzite. The same golden light that brought him to that room returned and encompassed him once again, this time leaving the place where he once was empty.
“You didn’t tell him,” Nephrite mused, rising to his feet.
“What did you expect? A non-cryptic answer from our fearless leader?” Jadeite chuckled as he stood and walked towards the center of the room.
“I was hoping that we would get to tell him,” Zoicite said frowning. He slowly brought himself to standing, pausing to brush of the pant leg of his uniform that had been resting on the ground.
“The future is closer than I think any of us realize.” Kunzite rose and started walking from the room. “We should start to prepare. The cauldron finally brought us to this point, and I did promise him that we would be there when he returned.”