Untitled Prologue
Just something I'm playing around with and may continue. :)
Prologue
The box sat on the bedside table and was no larger than a book. It was old with it’s worn gold coloring and deep scratches but looked no less cared for. Prehistoric one might say with its ornate design and handcrafted demeanor. On the other hand, it might also have been a beloved artifact passed from one generation to another that had seen better days.
Apart from the box, the room where it lay was mundane, which was quite unusual for something so lovely. It consisted of all the typical bedroom necessities but had little personality save for a picture of a beautiful blonde woman and a vase filled with red roses. Irony would have it that they too sat on either side of the box and were equally as remarkable. The woman held herself with a unique grace and looked peculiar in her modern clothes and exotic hairstyle. Had she been wearing a more formal attire, she could easily have been mistaken as some princess from a faraway land. The roses too held their own, for not one of the dozen harbored a bruise or blemish.
The full moon also was no less beautiful as it hung low in the sky and its hazy glow filtered in through the window to leave a silvery patch of light on the navy carpet. It held a certain magic about it as the air within sparked and crackled as if being disturbed. It continued to do so even as the air grew denser and a wispy, ghostlike woman began to form.
She was not tall. In fact, she was quite petite. Nonetheless, her presence more than made up for her lack in height. She was seemingly very powerful and older than the Earth’s four billion years if her eyes were any indication. Her face and body, however, were that of a young woman’s yet with an exotic look that spoke of a race similar to humans but quite otherworldly. She was very beautiful.
She was so graceful she almost seemed to glide as she walked to the bedside table. The roses she showed no interest in but she picked up the photograph with a gentle hand. A small smile tugged at her rosy lips even as a tear slid from her eyes. With a pale finger, she lightly traced the womans’ unique hairstyle that mirrored her own. Their eyes too seemed to be the exact shade of blue. With a small sigh, she put the picture frame aside and turned her attention to the box.
It was with an unsteady hand that she reached for the lid as if there was something to fear from an inanimate object. Her hand hovered for a moment or so, pale in the luminous glow of the moon, before with a clenched jaw and a quiet prayer she lifted the top. It opened with an ominous creak.
The inside of the box was no less intricate than it’s exterior with a shallow base lined in red velvet. There were four indentations equally spread apart in which lay a stone each of a different quality and color: two green, one pink, and one blue. There seemed to be nothing unique about these stones apart from their glamorous bedding. Yet, like the roses, the photograph, and the woman, there was something magical about them.
Again, with a shaking hand the woman held her palm facedown over the stones which began to emit a strange silver glow. It lasted for only a second before she lowered her arm and four tiny ghostlike figures rose from the stones and fell to their knees before her.
“Queen Serenity, it is an honor,” said the one which hovered above the pink, transparent stone. Even on bended knee, he was much taller than his companions with long, white hair that reached the middle of his back. He did not look at her though, none of them would, as if they were ashamed.
“Generals,” Queen Serenity responded in way of greeting. “I daresay you are curious as to my presence here.”
The other three men did not answer but cocked their heads in the direction of the man who was clearly their superior. He did not rise and so neither did they, but it was quite obvious they were itching to have their say.
“As enjoyable as your company is, your majesty, I doubt this is solely an excuse to exchange pleasantries.”
Queen Serenity’s lip twitched but she rearranged her features into a more diplomatic demeanor. “You are quite correct General Kunzite. I have come to release you from your purgatory.”
There was a collective gasp from each of the men. “I- I don’t understand, your majesty. Release us,” questioned the man whose blonde hair was tied at the nape of his neck and hovered above the blue stone.
“Zoisite,” scolded Kunzite but Queen Serenity held up her hand in silence.
“Peace, General Kunzite,” she said before turning to the youngest of the four. “As I am sure you can sense, Crystal Tokyo is not a long ways off. It is a future that draws nearer and nearer with every breath we take and it will not come without it’s complications. The senshi will need you. Prince Endymion, in particular, will require your services as he comes into his own. Are you prepared generals to once again fight for a future that seemingly cannot come to exist?”
“Your majesty, we would be honored but our sins-” said a third man with long, wavy brown hair.
“Have been atoned for General Nephrite,” answered the queen. “What I personally question is whether you harbor the hope and strength to lend to our warriors so that Crystal Tokyo may become a distinct possibility.”
General Kunzite looked over his fellow generals before turning to Queen Serenity. “Our failure was a lesson well learned. We will never again stray from the beaten path. You have our word, majesty.”
There was silence as she looked over each of them who unabashedly stared right back at her. Queen Serenity nodded, as if reluctant. “Than you have my blessing.” She turned towards the window. “Somewhere out there, your reincarnations live an unfulfilled life unbeknownst to them who they truly are. With your word, your memories will leave these stones to drift back to your present selves.”
“We must leave Endymion,” questioned the last general whose short blonde hair was cut close to his scalp.
“Yes.”
“Will we meet up with him in the very near future?"
"Are our present selves familiar with one another?"
“I’m sorry, I cannot say,” said the queen. “Do I have your word?”
One by one, each of the generals nodded their head in agreement.
Queen Serenity said nothing in return but pulled a glimmering stone from her chest. Stepping into the patch of moonlight, she closed her eyes and folded her hands underneath the crystal before raising it above her head. Trivial amounts of silvery light began to escape from the crystal but seemed to grow until the entire room was basked in its light. With the whispered words of “Moon Cosmic Power,” there was a flash of brilliant white light and when it faded all that was left of the mundane room was the photograph, the roses, and a box of lifeless stones.
Prologue
The box sat on the bedside table and was no larger than a book. It was old with it’s worn gold coloring and deep scratches but looked no less cared for. Prehistoric one might say with its ornate design and handcrafted demeanor. On the other hand, it might also have been a beloved artifact passed from one generation to another that had seen better days.
Apart from the box, the room where it lay was mundane, which was quite unusual for something so lovely. It consisted of all the typical bedroom necessities but had little personality save for a picture of a beautiful blonde woman and a vase filled with red roses. Irony would have it that they too sat on either side of the box and were equally as remarkable. The woman held herself with a unique grace and looked peculiar in her modern clothes and exotic hairstyle. Had she been wearing a more formal attire, she could easily have been mistaken as some princess from a faraway land. The roses too held their own, for not one of the dozen harbored a bruise or blemish.
The full moon also was no less beautiful as it hung low in the sky and its hazy glow filtered in through the window to leave a silvery patch of light on the navy carpet. It held a certain magic about it as the air within sparked and crackled as if being disturbed. It continued to do so even as the air grew denser and a wispy, ghostlike woman began to form.
She was not tall. In fact, she was quite petite. Nonetheless, her presence more than made up for her lack in height. She was seemingly very powerful and older than the Earth’s four billion years if her eyes were any indication. Her face and body, however, were that of a young woman’s yet with an exotic look that spoke of a race similar to humans but quite otherworldly. She was very beautiful.
She was so graceful she almost seemed to glide as she walked to the bedside table. The roses she showed no interest in but she picked up the photograph with a gentle hand. A small smile tugged at her rosy lips even as a tear slid from her eyes. With a pale finger, she lightly traced the womans’ unique hairstyle that mirrored her own. Their eyes too seemed to be the exact shade of blue. With a small sigh, she put the picture frame aside and turned her attention to the box.
It was with an unsteady hand that she reached for the lid as if there was something to fear from an inanimate object. Her hand hovered for a moment or so, pale in the luminous glow of the moon, before with a clenched jaw and a quiet prayer she lifted the top. It opened with an ominous creak.
The inside of the box was no less intricate than it’s exterior with a shallow base lined in red velvet. There were four indentations equally spread apart in which lay a stone each of a different quality and color: two green, one pink, and one blue. There seemed to be nothing unique about these stones apart from their glamorous bedding. Yet, like the roses, the photograph, and the woman, there was something magical about them.
Again, with a shaking hand the woman held her palm facedown over the stones which began to emit a strange silver glow. It lasted for only a second before she lowered her arm and four tiny ghostlike figures rose from the stones and fell to their knees before her.
“Queen Serenity, it is an honor,” said the one which hovered above the pink, transparent stone. Even on bended knee, he was much taller than his companions with long, white hair that reached the middle of his back. He did not look at her though, none of them would, as if they were ashamed.
“Generals,” Queen Serenity responded in way of greeting. “I daresay you are curious as to my presence here.”
The other three men did not answer but cocked their heads in the direction of the man who was clearly their superior. He did not rise and so neither did they, but it was quite obvious they were itching to have their say.
“As enjoyable as your company is, your majesty, I doubt this is solely an excuse to exchange pleasantries.”
Queen Serenity’s lip twitched but she rearranged her features into a more diplomatic demeanor. “You are quite correct General Kunzite. I have come to release you from your purgatory.”
There was a collective gasp from each of the men. “I- I don’t understand, your majesty. Release us,” questioned the man whose blonde hair was tied at the nape of his neck and hovered above the blue stone.
“Zoisite,” scolded Kunzite but Queen Serenity held up her hand in silence.
“Peace, General Kunzite,” she said before turning to the youngest of the four. “As I am sure you can sense, Crystal Tokyo is not a long ways off. It is a future that draws nearer and nearer with every breath we take and it will not come without it’s complications. The senshi will need you. Prince Endymion, in particular, will require your services as he comes into his own. Are you prepared generals to once again fight for a future that seemingly cannot come to exist?”
“Your majesty, we would be honored but our sins-” said a third man with long, wavy brown hair.
“Have been atoned for General Nephrite,” answered the queen. “What I personally question is whether you harbor the hope and strength to lend to our warriors so that Crystal Tokyo may become a distinct possibility.”
General Kunzite looked over his fellow generals before turning to Queen Serenity. “Our failure was a lesson well learned. We will never again stray from the beaten path. You have our word, majesty.”
There was silence as she looked over each of them who unabashedly stared right back at her. Queen Serenity nodded, as if reluctant. “Than you have my blessing.” She turned towards the window. “Somewhere out there, your reincarnations live an unfulfilled life unbeknownst to them who they truly are. With your word, your memories will leave these stones to drift back to your present selves.”
“We must leave Endymion,” questioned the last general whose short blonde hair was cut close to his scalp.
“Yes.”
“Will we meet up with him in the very near future?"
"Are our present selves familiar with one another?"
“I’m sorry, I cannot say,” said the queen. “Do I have your word?”
One by one, each of the generals nodded their head in agreement.
Queen Serenity said nothing in return but pulled a glimmering stone from her chest. Stepping into the patch of moonlight, she closed her eyes and folded her hands underneath the crystal before raising it above her head. Trivial amounts of silvery light began to escape from the crystal but seemed to grow until the entire room was basked in its light. With the whispered words of “Moon Cosmic Power,” there was a flash of brilliant white light and when it faded all that was left of the mundane room was the photograph, the roses, and a box of lifeless stones.