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The Teller's Tale
Prologue--Truth

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A small figure sat hunched over a cool table made of light blue and silver
marble.  His arms were crossed over the table, his chin resting against
them, as he watched the doorway opposite him.  It was humid inside his
grandfather’s study, humid and lazy.  A warm summer day, the boy thought
bitterly to himself, should not be spent in lessons.

Bright sunlight was dimmed by heavy curtains, casting the study into a
candlelight glow.  A light breeze stirred the curtains, rustling away the
dust.  In the beam of dim sunlight, the scattering dust looked like tiny
snowflakes cascading to the ground.  Through the open floor to ceiling
windows, the sounds of birds chirping, babbling brooks, and trees rustling
in the soft summer wind assaulted his senses.

At the sound of footsteps hitting marble the boy raised his gaze and as the
figure appeared in the doorway, the boy stood in respect.  The figure
cleared her throat before entering the study.

    “You have been taught well, young Prince, to show respect to your elders.” 
Her voice was soft and sweet, as if sunshine and roses and moonbeams could
be used to describe it.  She entered the room, waving for the Prince to sit
down.  He did, never taking his eyes off the elderly, but still very
beautiful, woman that was his Teller of History.

    “Teller--” he began, and then went silent.  The elegant woman fixed him
with her sapphire gaze, silently encouraging him to continue.  He cleared
his throat and went on.  “Teller, today is my birthday and--”

    “Is it?  My how time does fly.”  At the confused expression on the boy’s
face, the Teller waved her hand, dismissing the cliche’.  “It’s a very, very
old saying,” she explained.  “How old are you turning, then, Elik?”  Elik
beamed, flashing a set of brilliant white teeth.

    “I’ll be six, Teller.”  The Teller nodded.

    “Today is June thirtieth, is it?”  Elik nodded again, his bright crystal
green eyes glittering.  He ran a hand through his silvery hair, pushing the
bangs away from his eyes.  The Teller smiled, a mysterious twinkle in her
sapphire eyes.  “Strange and wonderful things happen on June thirtieth, did
you know?”

Elik shook his head, thoughts of a boring history lesson fading from his
mind.  “Because it is your birthday,” she said, “I will give you a special
treat.  But first, we must proceed with the lesson.”  Elik’s heart fell and
he sighed discontentedly.  The Teller sat herself across from him, her deep
golden robes flowing around her.

Elik sat up straight, waiting for the Teller to begin.  “You have been
taught, and I know this because I told you just last month, the legend of a
young girl named Usagi.  She and her followers, the Sailor Senshi, were said
to have been the most evil, treacherous beings that ever were.  Each Senshi
welded unique powers invested within them.”

The Teller, who had been gazing at her hands, looked up to Elik.  “Can you
name these powers to Sailor Mars and Sailor Saturn?”  Elik looked thoughtful
for a moment before responding.

    “Sailor Mars controlled the fires of hell while Sailor Saturn was the
reaper of death.”  The Teller nodded, albeit sadly.

    “Very good.”  The Teller sounded...sad...and a deep longing reflected
itself in the pools of her sapphire eyes.  “They were creatures of darkness,
none possessing either a heart or soul.  They were believed to work for the
Divine Evil himself.”  Elik shuddered as the Teller paused.   She then said,
“Prince Elik, it is your birthday.  How would you like a tale instead of the
usual lesson?”  Elik’s eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously.

“What would you say,” the Teller began, pulling her chair next to Elik, “if
I told you that the Sailor Senshi truly existed?  If I told you that they
were not evil, they were in fact guardians over this very planet?”  Elik
blinked, horror crossing his face.  The Teller frowned.  “I can prove it, if
you like.”  Elik fell silent, gazing wide-eyed at the angel-incarnate before
him.

    “How?” he whispered.  The law specifically forbade any mention of the
Sailor Senshi outside of the history lessons of Tellers, and since only
royalty were allowed Tellers, not many even knew of the myth.  “You’ll get
into trouble, Teller, if you talk about them as if they were real.  And--and
saying they were--they were good?” Elik looked truly horrified by this
thought.

“Teller, how can you say such things?  They were hell’s angels!  The devil’s
own spawn!  You said so!  You told me!  What you are saying now, this is
against every law, everything my father rules, everything that Divine
Eronous stands for!”  Elik’s small hands were balled up into fists as he
glared at the Teller.

    “You have great courage, young Prince.  And you have a pure heart.  I
thought, perhaps, you would be willing to hear the tale,” the Teller said,
smiling sadly.  Elik swallowed a lump in his throat.

    “If anyone finds out, they’ll kill you, Teller,” he said at last.

    “I have been around for a very long time, young Prince, longer than you can
imagine.  All my years I have believed strongly in few things: binding love
and friendship, my own power, and the truth.  I only wish you to know the
truth.  It is about time someone of Lunarian blood knew their history; their
ancestors; their destiny.”  Elik stared, open mouthed and wide-eyed at his
Teller.

    “You’re saying that--that the Sailor Senshi were real, and that they were
good?”  The Teller nodded.  “No, they can’t be.”

    “Oh but they were, Elik, and I was one of them.”