Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Child ❯ He is the Chosen ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

The Child
By: Ree-B
Rating:a good solid G
AN: this is an alternate reality fic, but it's kind of Silver Millenium. It's the future but with a
screwy twist. I can't say anymore or I'll give it away. It's definately a Mamo/Usa fic. I use
both the Japanese and English names, but you'll understand it, scout's honor. P.S.- If the
date isn't given it's not that important and is probably not that far away from the time
mentioned right before.

Disclaimer: All of you know that if I did own Sailormoon, I would not be here writing this
story, I would be in the Caribbean, living it up on my yacht, being waited on hand and foot,
waiting for the next cool mill. to come rolling into my bank so I can buy another country!
Sorry, got a little carried away. Anyways, don't own jack, so don't sue!

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Chapter 1:He is the Chosen

Kingdom of Earth
Royal Palace, Glenaria
August 2, 2977

Screams filled the palace. Many heard them. None but a few reacted. Everyone knew
what the sounds meant. It meant that Queen Chanterelle had gone into labor. Only a few
people occupied the room the screams came from. Two doctors, a couple nurses, King
Ethelred and the queen herself were all that were allowed in the medical room of Glenaria.
-The doctors mumbled to each other as they sat at the queen's legs
-The nurses bustled busily around as they readied for the baby's arrival
-The queen sat with her legs held high as pain rattled her body
-The king held his loving wife's hand as he softly encouraged her with all his love

Unbeknownst to any of the occupants of the room, there stood four more figures.
Although they could not be seen or heard by anyone else, one who knew not what they
were feeling could feel their presence. They stood behind the head of the soon-to-be
mother. In silence they watched the scene unfold before them.

"Just one more push Milady, I can see the baby's head."

The queen sighed as if giving up.

"I can't!" She looked up into her husband's stormy blue eyes, "I just can't, Ethelred. Tell
them I can't."

"Come, my love, you can do it. I am here. If not for me, do it for the innocent life we have
created together." He placed his hand on her cheek. She took in a deep breath, never
breaking the gaze she held with him, and pushed as hard as she could.

Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong, Dong

The grandfather clock rang out midnight.

As one last scream wrenched from her throat, a new scream could be heard. A scream
not of pain, or fright, or sadness, just that of pure confusion.

"Your Majesties, you are now the proud parents of a beautiful baby boy." One of the doctors
said as he passed the baby into the welcoming arms of his queen.

As tears of happiness fell from the eyes of man and woman alike throughout the room,
the four figures began to talk.

"Could he be the one." A lady with long blond hair said as she turned to look to her blue-
haired friend.

"My calculations are unclear. It is possible." A tall brunette stepped forward,

"Well, let's not just stand around talking about it. Let's find out!" The three women
forcefully discussed the course of action when a raven-haired women spoke, her head
bowed in concentration,

"He is." She raised her own deep maroon eyes to the blonde's baby blues. They glared
for a moment, knowing exactly what the other would have said if they had been talking.
Slowly a smile spread across the women's faces.

"Then we should bear gifts to him of strength…"

"Of intelligence…"

"Of power…"

"Of leadership…" said the brunette, blue-haired, raven-haired, and blonde women,
respectively.

"NO!"

A new voice echoed through the air. One of great power and influence.

"He already has these within him and much more. He will not need your gifts, only your
kindness and friendship, when the time comes." The blonde, along with the other three,
now bowed on one knee, said,

"Yes, Goddess. Do you want us to descend and guide him?"

"No. He will need you later, after you find your lady."

"Yes, Goddess." At that, all traces of the voice disappeared, and after a farewell to the
baby from each woman, they too disappeared.

Once again only the King, Queen, doctors, nurses, and the new Prince occupied the room.

"What will you name him, Your Majesty?" From somewhere inside her, the name spilled
out of her mouth,

"Endymion, Mamoru Endymion Chiba."

"It's a beautiful name, Milady." Said Beth, the young woman who would serve as the
child's nanny.

"Yes. Yes it is." Whispered the king as he held the boy, his son, in his arms. He was a
father. She was a mother. They were a family. They would cherish these moments
unknowing how few there would be.



Place of the gods
The Goddess's throne roomEarth year- 2984
Four ladies walk up and kneel before the Goddess. All were very sad and looked quite
disheveled.

"Goddess, we have not found her. Everything is falling to pieces. Endymion's parents have
died. Nothing is going right."

"Venus, calm down, my dear." She stood from her throne and placed her arms around the
blond woman as sobs wracked her body. She comfortingly stroked the woman's hair, "all
will turn out well. You will see. You will find her when she is ready to be found." The
Goddess looked around at the other three women. They all looked as if they were ready to
fall from their feet into a deep slumber. She lifted the blonde to arms length and peered into
her blue eyes. "I want all of you to get some rest. You look dreadful! And you should eat
something, you have been like robots."

"But, Goddess, we just don't have much time to find her. The time is coming quickly and if
she isn't 21 by then, all hope is lost." At this, the brunette that had said this fell to the floor
sobbing. The blue-haired girl comforted her.

"It'll be okay, Jupiter. Not all hope is lost. The Fates will find a way." She and the raven-
haired woman walked Jupiter out into the hall. Venus knelt in front of the Goddess again.

"You may take your leave, Venus." Venus stood and bowed. She walked toward the
retreating backs of her friends. "Oh, and Venus…Don't worry, everything will turn out
alright."

With that, the blonde exited the room. When she did, the Goddess could not keep her tears
back anymore. She knew of what would happen, the fairy tale ending for a prince and
princess, but also of the horrible things that would come with it, pain and sadness
dominating their hearts, worry and doubt, and her own demise.



The gardens of Glenaria
August 3, 2984

The guards were searching frantically for the young prince. They knew he had not left the
palace grounds. From his high perch he could see them rushing around like mice in a
maze. Then he saw nanny Beth among them. She had been the only one there to comfort
him yesterday when his parents died. The sadness written on her face as she searched
for him was almost enough to make him give up his most secret hiding place. Almost.
He had long ago made a small tree house in the largest tree in the gardens and cleverly
camouflaged it so it could not been seen. He always retreated to this place when he
needed to be alone. That was where he was now. He needed to be alone now more than
he had ever before. Although he was growing hollow and alone on the inside he either
could not or would not accept the truth. He was surrounded by people whom he loved and
was loved by, but he just couldn't see it. He felt alone. He felt like he was in a crowd of
people all calling his name, but he felt alone at the same time. His sadness overwhelmed
him and he cried. He tried to push the tears back, but he couldn't. 'You are being weak'
he told himself. He would condition himself to stop the tears in time. But it would just make
it worse. As the years went by, he just pushed his feelings deeper inside. He spent all his
time trying to make himself stronger, faster, smarter. It dominated him. He pushed all
feeling away. He was ice. He had turned his heart into a cold block that he thought could
never be melted. No feelings, meant no pain. But he would later realize it meant no love.

End of chapter 1

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So what did you think? I know authors always ask you to email them a whole bunch
about their stories, but I just want true feedback, good or bad. I would completely
understand if I got none at all.

Ree-B

ree_chan_angel@yahoo.com