Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Once upon a time ❯ Once upon a time ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

I do not own sailor moon, but I do own this story. I hope you all enjoy!!!!

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Once upon a time a long time ago, there lived a beautiful angel with hair that

shown like the sun and eyes that glowed like the moon. She was the envy of every angel,

the apple of many eyes-

And the saddest angel that ever lived.

Every child has a favorite bedtime story. For some, it's Peter Rabbit, others it's

The Lorax. But I was always an odd child growing up. Never once did I give those

stories a second thought. No, my bedtime selections were legends, fairy-tales passed

down from generation to generation of ancestors, each unique and unheard of to any child

outside my family, or at least, so I thought.

And every night, the tears poured like a shower that would never end.

I grabbed my coat and pulled it tighter around my shaking body. All around me,

the earth was sopping wet and the sidewalks were gray with moisture. I could barely see

two feet in front of me- the downpour was so thick. Squinting my eyes together I tried to

make out the misty shapes that surrounded my umbrella, but it was to no avail. The rain would not abate, nor would it anytime soon.

Until one night…

Finally, after an eternity of being rained on, blown in every direction, and nearly

crushed by a falling tree branch, I made it safely to the quiet street of where I lived.

She decided she wasn't going to be sad anymore.

Then out of the rain a figure emerged. Tall and regal, the woman wore no

protection against the weather. Loose silver hair clung tightly to her body as the rain hit

her bare arms. Moving a strand of hair from her face, I noticed she had the saddest pair

of blue eyes I had ever seen.

Because the only reason she was sad was because she never said good-bye.

A large blast of air sent a cold sheet of liquid ice billowing against my face,

making me want to close my eyes on instinct, but demanding they stay open. I couldn't

take my eyes off that woman. Unknowingly, I found myself walking towards her,

approaching her cautiously. She paid to heed to my oncoming closeness, or maybe she

didn't see me, but as I opened my mouth to speak, she cut me off before a sound was

uttered.

“It's been a long time, hasn't it?” she asked, her voice hoarse from what seemed

like lack of use. I nodded wordlessly in reply. Did I know her?

Until that one night when she crept down from heaven to the world below-

Coughing, the woman leisurely leaned against the light pole, her gaze never

leaving me. I felt her eyes roam my body, as if I were naked in front of her. Under such

an intense stare, I wouldn't have been surprise if I were. It was only when we made eye

contact that I realized I had been staring.

“Are you alright?” I finally asked, breaking the silence that had fallen between us

two. “If you wanted, we could go inside my house,” I made a motion towards the small

house to my left, “and I could make us some tea or coffee to warm up.”

And told her family that she was all right.

“I'm fine,” she replied softly, coughing slightly from the cold. Behind the

roughness of the voice was something almost…familiar to me. Something soft and

warm, something I had lost a long time ago and was just experiencing again.

So they stood together and embraced.

Giving me a warm smile, the woman stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms

around my body, her soaking body pressed tightly to my own. At first, my body tensed,

not knowing exactly how to react, but just as quickly as it had tensed, it relaxed into the

warmth of the hug.

Warm breath tickled my ear as familiar words fell upon them.

“Never give up child, never forget. Live everyday as if it were your last-“

“And hold your head up high even when everything goes wrong,” I competed in

an equally soft voice. Slowly we separated and I stared into the blue eyes once more.

“My grandma always told me that.”

The woman nodded her head in accordance. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled

out a small silver locket.

“Remember the story of the angel,” she whispered for the last time as she dropped

the silver pendent into my hand. Staring at it, I blinked and looked up, only to see that

the woman was gone. Frantically, I searched for her, but she had disappeared. Looking

at the locket once more, I noticed there was a name engraved in it.

SERENITY

It was only then that I realized the truth behind the visit. As I stood in the ever-

lightening rain, eyes toward the sky.

“Thank you mother.”

And the angel ascended into heaven, leaving only a locket behind for a memory to

never forget as long as they lived and joined her in paradise.