Hello to those readers out there. This story will be kind of strange and well strange. This is also my first fic. I have no idea of what I am doing but…yes there is a but, I would like to say that I enjoy writing this. Of course I’m insane and you shouldn’t trust me and all that but hey I kind of like it. Well e-mail me at Nightfall7@mail.com with comment, flames, or any suggestion when you’re done. DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon is to great and wonderful to belong to a klutz like me but a person can dream can’t they. *Siren from a police car coming* “Miss. I have to give you a ticket for dreaming. Next time you do that we’ll have to take you in.” “Figures.” Final Song By: Nightfall The whispers of the night The coming of the morning light The breaking sound of soul The final song be told -Nightfall Soft gentle music played faintly in the background only being heard by the two in the room. The aqua-haired one played gracefully on the violin as the blond listen to it sad sound. The music came to a halt as the two tried to keep the tears from falling. The princess was listening to the abrupt halt of the sound and saw the tears fall. There was nothing that could have been done to advert the fate that had just happed and the tears could also do nothing but bring more pain. They looked at each other helpless and confuse with tears building up in their eyes. With a slight nod from her love she started the second verse of the song while feeling their heart break altogether. She walked away slowly hanging her head down as her own tears made there way to her eyes. She clutched her hand into a fist until it was white. There was nothing she could do but walk away while their hearts break even more. * * * * Thick flames jumped from the fire smothering on the hand floor. The chants came out more than a little harshly as though it was direct at the flames itself yet it had not done anything. Her dark, black hair fell over her face as it try to hid the tears that made its way down her cheek with a rapid speed. Giving up she stopped and let free the dam that was building up inside of her. She felt as if she had failed her mission to herself, and her friends. The fire that had been inside her for longer than she dared imagine had been drenched in her tears and no longer was she the same responsible person she had always sought to be but now just a lost soul. Outside her princess watched as she too broke out in a waterfall. She placed her hand face down on the glass and tried to whisper smoothing words to her yet the sound of her voice only managed to bring more tears to the crying priestess who looked out to were her princess had just minutes ago whispered. * * * * The book in front of her was exciting yet her soul could not feel anything but pained. She had long fought to finish the book yet now she could care less for these imaginary characters. Their pain was nowhere nears as agonizing as her own. She gently placed the book down and took her glasses off. Her pain was immense and it felt as though it was trying to rip her heart out. She no longer felt like being the logical one that always has to think things through before she began but just to do the first thing that came to her mind. So she did. Tears fell down her busied face and the pain seared through her body like fire. Her hand cover her face as she cried into them with the pain and sorrow that laid deep in her soul and she knew that the pain would take forever to heal. Her hands left her face and fell upon the opened book. The words were bold and easy to read. She knew that they also felt the same pain that she was now feeling and although they were not real they understood the pain that was in her soul. Picking up the book she continued to read allowing tears to fall down freely. Her hand reached out to her blue-haired friend as she helped her turn the page. The surprised girl looked up at her into her tears-filled eyes and then turn her attention back to the book. * * * * The aroma of fresh cookies fell upon her nose and she walked to the kitchen to turn off the oven. Pulling the sheet out she reached for one and yet her eyes fall on the rest. Unwanted tears welled up in her eyes and an ache settle on her heart. She quickly finished her cookie and left the others there, walking back to the sofa. She reached out to get a tissue and continued watching the movie in solitude. Her eyes fell back on the cookies as more tears escaped from her eyes. Pulling her eyes away she tried to concentrate on the sad movie. The people pain reminded her of her own and it stung at her roughly. She pushed her brown hair back out of her eyes and continued watching. A hand laid on her heavy shoulder and it massaged her tense back. Letting go the she sat next to her on the couch and watched the movie with her seeing her tears slowing down. * * * * A wooden brush sat on her hand yet she did not use it. Her eyes were misted over with tears and nothing was able to stop them. She was the oldest and wisest of the scout yet how come she felt so useless now. Her green hair put up in one tight bun was disarrayed around her face. She pulled the brush over her thick hair and pulled down lightly. Power of time still didn't give her anything. Time cannot be changed nor alter for any purpose of good or evil. Her staff relaxed against her bed tormenting her soul with the power that she had yet was not to use. A force that she should have forgotten long ago yet could not help but think of in this time especially. The door was cracked opened slightly and her friend's sad music could be heard so clearly. It ripped her heart out to hear it because it reminded her that the pain was not just killing her yet the other were also suffering. Again she picked up the brush and moved in up and down constantly as she hummed the sad song to herself, feeling her heart break more so. She like the others was helpless to do anything. The young girl sat sadly on her bed and watched her oldest friend deep in her sorrow. She felt as though she soul had been broken in two. Giving her one last look she left carry a heavy burden on her shoulder. * * * * Small pearls lined the waist of the bright yellow dress and she held it up against her body. Two thick straps supported the dress and the top of the dress was made of some strange material that she had never heard of before, but thought was utterly lovely. The dress fell to the ground covering her feet. A crown of silver stood it position on top of golden river of hair. A crescent moon shone beautifully on the end of her long pearl necklace. Small diamonds was embedded in the center of it. She laid the dress on the table and looked at it with pain. This dress had been given to her as a present and she still had not worn it for it brought her all to much pain. The fine material, expensive jewelries, and the love that had came to her when she had received the present. The past wasn't something that she should dwell on yet it was the only thing that still kept her living. Her memories where the only thing that she was able to hold on to and she cherished them deeply. Shaking her head she went over to the mirror and replace her orange color t-shirt and jeans with the soft material. It clenched to her figure nicely showing off her thin shape and her beautiful face. Her blond hair fell down to her waist where the pearls were lined. Finally she broke out into sobs. The dress was so beautiful that she couldn't stop crying. The wound ached so much that her side began to hurt when her tears had managed to slow down. The figure watch forlorn at the crying girl. The dress she worn had suited her perfectly that is hurts her soul to think of it. The silver necklace hung off her delicate neck with the moon lying onto of her heart. Walking over she adjust the crown of silver on her head adding to the perfection which made the tears fall down quicker than one could imagine. With that she left. * * * * His jet-black hair was push back roughly with his hands and his head pounded so hard that he was sure that it would cave in. He walked over to the self and brought out a small container that he had not looked at in a long time. Taking out the picture that was on top he examined it feeling his tears breaking through his heart. The picture was of a very pretty woman with a light tone of brown hair with a soft sea-green color scuff around her neck. Her figure was not known for the picture was a face only image. He put the picture on the back and looked at the next one, which was a pretty handsome man whom looked to be around his 20’s. His face was stone showing less emotion than one could think of yet it seemed to line a certain gentleness that he could not explain. His hair was of the darkness of the night that seemed far superior than his own hair was. Finally he looked at the newest one that he had put in there but a few days ago. He sighed painfully and put the box back and walked over to the sofa burying his head in the cushion. When he raised his head tears were already making their way down his cheeks. He looked around seeing many things that was hurting him so much. The picture that stood on the top self of his rack, gentle marks that was made here and there, and the silence that was so loud. Now he had to live with these things forever and his heart ached even more. Silence was followed after another streams of tears had fallen and she almost felt as though she couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted to go up and shake him till he regain his senses but he had chosen this and she could do no more about it than god could. Lifting her body from her sitting position on his floor she made her way toward him and laid a single kiss on the back of his head. The tears slowed down and after a while stopped altogether much to her surprise. After staying for a while more she left leaving the resting form on his bed. * * * * The moon shimmered lightly bathing her in its light as she sat silently to herself. Her black hair flew slightly with the wind listening to the faint music that played gracefully inside the warm house. She slivered the coldness that was in her heart. Distant blue eyes stared out of her soft face looking at something that she did not know. She pushed her legs weakly pushing the swing to a short distant before it stopped. Her hand gripped loosely on the rope that held the swing up. She tilted her head up and looked directly at the moon that shone so brightly in the sky. She gripped the rope tighter and pushed the swing with all the strength that she could. She released her left hand from the rope and then reached out as if to touch the moon itself. Her speed began to decrease rapidly and she sighed as it began to return back to its original place. Suddenly a hand was place behind the back of the swing and it started to increase the speed and she felt excessive amount of wind flying across her body. Laughing gleefully for probably the first time in the last week or so she felt a certain joy that she had felt that she had lost forever. She looked behind herself seeing nothing but bit a halo in a strange form. Shaking her head she return her attention to the sky watching it light up brighter than she could have ever imagine. She felt so close to the moon that she could almost feel its warmth even in a night as cold as this. If only she could be there. Her hand left the back of the swing and she walked around so look at the girl from the front. Her head was still gazing intensely at the moon in wonder and bits of sadness for reason not unknown. The swing was slowing down and she went back and gave one last big push to the giggling girl before departing. * * * * Her eyes fixed at her home once more grasping the crystal tightly in her hands. The house laid dormant like the darkness yet there was a dim light flashing from one of the window above of her. She waited for a while and then the lights turned off. She let out a sigh and began walking away slowly with her heart breaking at ever step. She continued on until she arrived at a small, clear lake shimmering with such warmth and power that she had never felt. Two figures emerged from the lake by magic standing on the lake in the middle of the lake. The two whom she knew well walked up to her. Reaching her hand out she touched them lightly with tears building up in the eyes. Her parents. Their eyes looked at her with love more love than she had ever felt and they nodded at her indicating that it was time. With one last minute she glanced at her home she went forward, knowing that she won’t see it again. As she left the plains of Earth, her heart gave her one last thought that eased her shattered heart. She will not lose them as long as they were in her heart and even though their time on earth was short their time in heaven will be forever. * * * * Hey so want do you think. Is it lame or is it lame? It’s kind of hard to understand but when they are taking of the princess it is Serena okay? Well I’ll stop now so that you can get on your way with sending the flames. See ya later I hope.