Greetings,
I made this. The formating is bad but that can't be helped right now. I
apologise but this system I had to write this on is..not only in Hungarian but
temporarily limited to WordPad. This is the first time block I've had to write
for some time and been meaning to get this down for a while.
Enjoy.
I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet
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Sailor Moon
Oroborous
To say that there was nothing would not be accurate. Nothing is a lack of
something but still holds potential to be more. The Silence had truimphed and
reality had been brought down. Nothing existed, there were no songs, no
growth, no change. Void all save the Silence itself. It's awareness was spread
throughout all dimensions. Up, down, inside and outside.
Time had succumbed to The Silence as well. It's coruption had erased all
things, all pasts, all futures. Back, foward, sideways all were swallowed in
The Silence.
The awareness it held was satisified. This was as how it should be. Nothing
growing, nothing moving, nothing livings, loving, or dying. All had been
punished for their crime of existing.
It stretched its senses enjoying its work. There was...nothing. Absolute void;
not even a speck of matter existed. All had been reduced to energy and all the
energy now belonged to It.
To achive It's goals had not been simple. Many had stood against It and It
had suffered setbacks but was the end result ever really in doubt?
It had had It's own champions to combat the forces brought against It. Over
the ages It had many battles, victories, defeats. A world here would sucumb;
another would shake of It's yoke.
None of that mattered now though. It had won and would now bask in It's
victory, enjoying the lack of..everything.
Yep, life just didn't get better than...eh?
It sensed ..something! That wasn't possible. There was no more 'somethings'
to sense but be that as it may there it was. It flung itself in toward the
'something'. True, now it was everywhere and everywhen, even It couldn't focus
everywhere at once. Now, now its focus was brought to bear on the most
sickining thing concievable. Something else existing.
A rock. There is was, drifting among the tendrils, the vapors of It. It was a
large rock, half of a sphere that was hollowed out. The inside was covered
with large white pillows and decorating the pillows were... pink bunnies?
Other than that the rock was empty. Just the rock, the pillows and the
bunnies.
Having no true physical form It really couldn't shrug but, being all
powerful, it managed to do so anyway. What did this rock matter. A minor
flexing of It's power would rend it assunder and restore the status quo of
absolute... NO!! The rock had resisted It's power and now, out of nowhere
there was someone seated on inside the half-sphere!
Life! There was life! It's howl echoed throughout the void. Not only was
there matter but life as well, not just any life like an ameoba or simple
animal but her.
She streched languidly on the pillows, one end of her pony tails hung over
the edge of her 'seat' and drifted idly in the ebon misima. She was dressed in
a simple pink gown and seemed to be examining her finger nails on one hand
while munching idly on a popsicle.
It was confused, it didn't know how this was possible but here she was, not
just matter, not just life, but HER! It wanted answers so It did something It
had not done in..well..time no longer factored in much, but It was sure It had
not spoken for much of its passage.
"What," It began. "Are you doing here?"
She seemed to notice its presence for the first time.
"Oh, hello." She greeted it politely. "How are you then?"
Her voice spoke of warmth, and of compassion, serene and musical. Things It
had though long gone and happily forgotten.
It paused.
"What," It repeated. "Are you doing here?"
She shrugged, "Fine, if you want to be buisnesslike who am I to disagree with
you?"
She finished the popsicle and tossed the stick away from her where it began
to pinwheel slowly away across the void. An instant later It brough It's will
to bear and the stick ceased to exist.
Ignoring the act of power she sat straighter and crossed her legs in front of
her. "Your time is up."
"What?" It demanded.
"I said your time is up. Your road is ended, your day is done. You're
finished, kaput." She jerked a thumb over her should, "You'rrree outta here!"
It paused. Again, It hadn't done that in a very long time.
"You are mistaken." It intoned. "Our time has just begun and it will last
forever. All has fallen before Us, and never will We be contested again.
Die."
Power and will were focused upon her, furies raged and energy lept at It's
command. Destructive forces enough to drown galaxies crashed against her.
She smiled at him.
A roar shattered the ether and the misima began to churn with It's hate of
all things. Storms raged, great sheets of energy screamed; their target
crushed under the weight of a realities power.
She continued to beam at it.
More..more...MORE!! It focused all It's power, everything attacked her all
It's energies taken from all things; used to spread its way across the
Universe in the past so more would fall and more energy for it to take, all
this fell upon her shoulders and... did nothing.
She was still smiling. For an eternity it was as such, It's power, It's rage
and hate focused on her and her ... damn... smile!
Finally it ended. It was wasted, gaunt, empty, exhaustested. It had no power
left; all of it was gone, used on her and nothing had changed.
It spoke again, but this time in an confused and weak voice. "How?"
She shrugged. "Nothing lasts forever."
"NO!" It screamed. "We had won! We had truimphed. All was Our's."
"Oh don't be such a whiner." She chastised. "You had it your way and now its
over. Things change." She still was smiling at It.
"I have to thank you," She continued. "I couldn't have done it without you."
"What? What could not have done?"
"Well...everything. Look." And she flung her arm in an arc and it became
aware of... everything.
Where all had been comforting, silent, nothing was now ...
The newly born stars filled the reforged Universe. Galaxies spun and planets
,around their seperate suns, danced once more.
It could feel them now. The growing, the living. Here a star's furious
internal reation sent waves of light and heat to its planets. There volcanoes
belched ash and smoke into the skies. On another world oceans bubbled as great
vents in the crust spilled superheated minerals. And everywhere was the awful
noise...noise...NOISE...of life.
It let out a cry of abject horror and fled. From her, from the rock, from the
galaxies, suns, planets, oceans, and noise. It fled from life, a weak,
pathetic black awareness.
She sighed. She knew it would happen this way and that It still existed out
there somewhere. Probably on the darkest and most distant corner of the new
Universe. She could have tried to find it, she could hunt it down and
erradicate it utterly. But that was not the way of things, that was not her
way. All things had a begining. An agent of those beginings and they had an
ascpect of their Endings. That was It. Someday It's time would come again and
she would be as helpless before It as It had been before her.
Then after It's time she would come again, a great cycle..over and over.
Spanning..well.. always. But that wasn't her concern now, now she had a
Universe to begin. Maybe this time she wouldn't make so many mistakes. She
stretched out again on her soft cusions and absentmindly scratched under one
odango.
She wondered if the races yet to come would know how it had truly began.
First there was nothing.
And than, there was ice cream.
Authors Notes: Well..that was fun. I thought of this a long time ago and,
having time jotted it down. I apologise if its sorta outta sorts but our
system at my buisness crashed and we've had to reinstall all those nice office
programs. This system has yet to be so installed and my work was done for the
day but I couldn't leave. So, having the time I spattered this sucker out on
wordpad. If there are any REALLY HUGE glaring errors please, feel free to
deflate my ego. I don't see Usagi as some God figure but I figured it would be
fun. Maybe you do too. Feel free to make any comments you like. COS 1.4 has
been written freehand but I've been too busy to spend several hours writing it
and I've been trying to iron out a few rough spots. I did this in under an
hour. It probably shows. Ah well.
I remain, as always,
Mad-Hamlet
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