Since everyone else seems to be doing it, here comes a teaser for the
next chapter of Shades of Gray. The full version is about half done, and
should be coming in a couple weeks at most.
Aaron Nowack
"Never let reality get in the way of a good hypothesis."
http://www.geocities.com/anowack/
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Shades of Gray
A Sailor Moon Fanfic
By: Aaron Nowack
Chapter 6: Soul of Thunder (teaser)
"...He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible, swift
sword..."
-"For I Have Seen the Glory"
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Disclaimer: Sailor Moon is owned by Naoko Takeuchi, whose creative
talents far exceed my most humble own. Distribution and other rights to
Sailor Moon belong to lots of different companies that I do not own. I
make or imply no claim to ownership of Sailor Moon or its characters.
However, the text of this fanfic and all original characters presented
within are mine, and should not be used without permission. Thank you.
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A sharp drumroll shattered the silence. Under a dark sky, as
one thousands of red flares appeared. Inside the citadel of Grim
Respite, a handful of youma waited for the onslaught. For a few
moments, nothing happened. Then, a second drumroll was pealed out.
Simultaneously, thousands of flaming arrows were loosed, flying through
the dark sky like shooting stars.
The defenders weathered the storm of arrows, loosing only a few
of their number. But, that was not the end. A third drumroll was
pounded out. Then, for a long moment, silence returned. The quiet
seemed unnatural, and an expectant feeling filled the air.
A large groan broke the stillness. The very earth heaved,
cracking open before the citadel. The widening chasm raced forward
towards the solid walls of the castle. The defenders were not worried,
as the walls had wards inscribed on them, protecting them from such
magical assualt.
What they did not know was that, amid the flaming arrows they
had recently survived had been arrows carrying charms designed to
counter those wards. and thus, they were surprised when the chasm
reached the walls, and the defnses tumbled in with a great crash.
Once more, a drumroll could be heard. One hundred of
Mordrangar's elite guard charged forward. Once, these had been
Malvaar's command. Now, they sought to avenge their lord. The
surviving defenders raced towards the breach in the walls, hoping to
throw back the assualt.
The first of them to die was the castle's senschal, whose head
was cleaved in two by a massive axe. The second was Ixitar's brother,
who was torn apart by two massive dog-like youma. The defenders never
had a chance. First by the ones, but then by the dozens, they fell.
The last to die was a young child, who was slain while he cowered in a
corner.
He would not be the last to die in this war. This was only the
beginning. Mordrangar had made his move, seizing the territory
previously promised to the Mountains of Desolation. With Jadeite's
youma split by their own bickering, this would be an easy conquest.
Mordrangear felt that within weeks he would be seated on Beryl's throne,
sipping wine out of a goblet made from Jadeite's skull. Yes... this
would be sweet.
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