Aurora Eos Rose 4/13/01 http://heavensdawn.org/ auroraeosrose@hotmail.com Redemption: Part 1 Chapter 02 - The Dark Shadow Grows Aria woke up with a splitting headache. She was lying on something soft. She guessed it was a bed. She opened her eyes slowly. Her head felt like someone was pounding on it with a huge mallet. Light filled the room, the brightness made her eyes burn. She let out a low groan and slammed her eyes shut again. She had the urge to throw up. "Awake finally?" The voice came from her right side, and sounded very, very close. Aria opened her eyes again. A very handsome face loomed over her. Long white hair fell over one of the man's shoulders, and his eyes were a deep purple. Aria gasped. Athan was on the bed with her. He moved closer, his body pressed against her side. Aria immediately tried to pull away, but a large hand moved to her waist. Aria's head began to pound again. She closed her eyes and bit hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out. The pain subsided after a moment and she stopped, but her lip was now bleeding. "You shouldn't try to move yet." A gentle hand brushed over her lip, wiping the blood away. Athan laid a wet cloth gently on Aria's forehead. "Nestor hit you a little harder than he intended." His voice was gentle and apologetic, but there was a trace of anger under the words. Aria grimaced and tried to pull away from Athan again. He immediately restrained her. He chuckled and Aria felt the shaking of his chest against her side. "Please, just leave me alone." "Be quiet. Movement and speech will only make it hurt more. And you'll never be left alone again, not even for a moment." Aria opened her eyes slowly. Athan was still leaning over her, his eyes serious. "We can't afford to have you escape." He gently lifted the cloth and rolled over halfway to the edge of the bed. Aria attempted to sit up, but the pounding in her head intensified. Athan rolled back, the newly dampened cloth in his hand. "I told you not to sit up, angel." He laid the cloth on her head again, and trailed the back of his hand over her cheek. Aria flinched at the endearment, and his touch. She was too tired to think straight. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep forever. "I think you can leave. I'm capable of sleeping alone." Athan chuckled again. "But why would you want to?" Aria's breath caught at the husky tremor in the man's tone. "What did you do to him?" The new voice was higher pitched, and came from the doorway. "I've never seen him laugh except when torturing us during training." Zavier entered the room and sat on the other side of the bed. "Roll her over a bit Athan." Aria scowled. "I can do that on my…" Athan flipped Aria on her side. She swallowed hard, her stomach rebelling at the motion. She was now face to face with him. Her sky blue eyes were hazy with pain. Athan propped his head up on one arm and stared down at her, one hand absently resting on her hip. He smelled like leather and soap. Aria wanted to lay her head against his chest and go to sleep. She mentally slapped herself for the traitorous thought. Zavier picked that time to start poking and prodding at Aria's head. She lurched forward, her face pressed against a very solid chest. She grabbed onto Athan's shirt, not caring that she was so close to him. Anything was better than the stranger attacking her skull. "That hurts, knock it off." Aria struggled to keep the tears out of her voice. She plastered herself against Athan in an effort to move away from her new torturer. Zavier made several small noises and continued prodding the large lump. "I need your face now sweetheart." Aria shook her head gently. Athan pried her hands off his shirt and pushed her back on the bed. He was surprised to see her face wet with tears. Zavier pried open an eye and directed a small light at her pupil. He repeated the motion for the other eye, ignoring Aria's sniffles. He ignored Athan's glare as well, but filed the information away in his mind. "You have a concussion, that's why your head hurts so much. Athan, can I talk to you for a moment?" Zavier turned started out the door, Athan trailing behind. Athan grabbed the smaller man's arm. "She'll be all right, won't she?" Zavier grinned at Athan's worried expression. First the girl had him laughing, and now he was worrying. Maybe Athan did have a heart after all. "She'll be fine. I'll tell Nestor not to hit her so hard next time." Athan's face flushed a bright red. "You seem awfully worried. Something bothering you?" Athan growled loudly. "She's in pain. Isn't there anything I can do?" His voice was thick with worry. Zavier tilted his head. "You're never that worried about me." There was almost a touch of jealousy in the tone. Athan merely raised an eyebrow. Zavier stared into Athan's deep purple eyes. Athan reserved his emotions for only one person, Endymion. Aria groaned loudly from the bed. Athan looked over his shoulder with a terrified expression. Zavier felt his heart sink at the concern on Athan's face. "Why do you care so much?" The question was almost in a whining tone. Athan turned back, his face a picture of astonishment and puzzlement. "I don't know." Zavier closed his eyes for a moment. "You could try using your healing powers, but not too much. You still drain yourself easily. I hope she's worth it." Zavier left the room leaving a bewildered Athan behind. Aria listened to the conversation with half an ear. She was so tired, and her head hurt so badly. She started drifting to sleep again. One large hand cupped her right cheek. "Wake up Aria." Aria opened her eyes slowly. Athan's face was inches from hers. Her head was spinning, and her stomach hurt. She felt disconnected, as if she were in a dream. "How can someone so evil be so beautiful?" Aria traced a hand over his jaw line. She felt strange, as if her brain was floating away from the rest of her body. "How am I supposed to hate you if you're nice to me? But I suppose you're the ones who hurt me in the first place." Her eyes fluttered shut again. Athan grabbed her by both shoulders and shook her. "Aria, wake up. That's an order." Aria opened her eyes again, her head pounding from the new motion. "Don't do that, dammit. That hurts." Her voice sparked with anger. She lifted a hand to her pounding head. "I never obey orders, I give them." She glared up at her tormentor. "I'm the leader you know. Always have been. Just like my mother. You killed her. Just like that. Whoosh, dead. And now I'm all alone." The words were strung together quickly, like pearls on a necklace. Aria's voice shook with emotion. She wiped the tears away with one hand and rolled over away from Athan. "Just let me sleep." Aria closed her eyes again, her heart aching. They'd never get her free. They'd all slave under the Dark Prince forever. There would be no stopping these men. They didn't have morals; they didn't have reservations about killing people they were attached to. Aria knew the stories. The tales of brutal murders, dismemberments, rapes. The Princes of Earth were bedtime stories used to scare children to bed. But then Earth had stopped its rampage of the rest of the galaxy and headed for the Silver Kingdom. And now there was nothing left. Athan was rumored to be like ice, stone. Totally lacking in mercy and emotion. Only Endymion was more feared. Aria felt her heart crash into her stomach. She had met these princes once, on her betrothal, the day she turned seven. The planets had begun to put aside their differences, and the prince of Saturn was considered a fine match. Aria pressed her eyes shut tightly. She had been nothing more than a little girl, clinging to the giant boy's hand. He had smiled at her. That moment was something Aria had treasured in her heart for years. But later that month the princes of earth disappeared, stolen away by a demon named Metallia. And the darkness began. This man. He was being so kind. But underneath she knew there was nothing there but a black heart and an empty soul. She'd heard other tales about Prince Athan as well. Stories of his harem of pretty woman and young men. They joked that he didn't have a heart. Some even whispered that he lacked a soul, having traded it for his handsome features. Aria told her head all these things, but something in her heart was still attracted to the man still leaning over her. "Aria? I need you awake. Please." She kept her back turned and her eyes pressed shut. She was repeating all the reasons she should hate him. But Aria had a soft heart, and she knew it. It was probably her Venusian heritage, a legacy of love and passion, of letting the heart rule instead of the head. She kept seeing the way he had cradled her mother's body, the kiss he'd pressed on the dead woman's cheek. Aria forced herself to think of her mother's body coated in blood. Blood that also coated the deadly glaive. She felt panic rising inside. Something about him seemed to be reaching out to her, and Aria was powerless to stop it. "I cant' do anything for the dizziness, but I think I can help the pain." Athan yanked Aria over again and pressed a hand to each temple. "Hold still, I'm not very good at this." He closed his eyes tightly. A white glow began in his hands. Aria felt the pain being pulled from her body. The glow diminished and Athan sat for a moment, his face very white. "What did…why did you do that?" Aria lifted a hand to her head. The dizziness was still there, but the pain was gone. She looked at the white-faced man, her blue eyes wide with surprise. Athan opened his eyes. His face dropped back into its normal serious expression. "Why don't you try walking around a little?" Athan slipped a hand behind her shoulders and levered her upright. Aria felt her head spinning. "I'm too dizzy. I'll fall over. Look, I can't even sit up." Aria was wobbling like a drunken man. "I won't let you fall." Aria felt her heart thump loudly at the promise. She'd been lonely for far too long. She had her friends, but they didn't fill the hole inside her heart, inside her soul. Athan pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then he pulled her to her feet. Aria started wobbling again. Athan moved behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. "Take a step." Aria reacted violently to his closeness. She forced herself to think of the dead senshi, of Selene, of Sere's heart shattering screams. And the anger came. "Quit being so nice to me, dammit. I'm not pretty pet you can win with nice words. And stop ordering me around, Bastard." Aria let her entire body go limp. Athan held her up easily, he hardly noticed the difference. "I'll drag you around by your hair if I have to. Stand up." His voice went cold and his eyes turned dark. He let go of her. Aria tumbled to the ground, a pile of tangled lemon hair and dirty white uniform. Athan stared at her filthy figure. She needed a bath. "Leave me alone." Athan sighed loudly. "Up Aria, now. I think a bath would help. You can either stand up and walk there on your own or I can drag you there and scrub you myself." Aria opened her eyes wide. She definitely didn't want his hands on her bare body. She scrambled to her feet, still weaving dangerously. Athan slipped an arm around her back. "Come on angel." *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Endymion tapped his fingers absently on the wooden desk. Over and over, in an endless rhythm. His face was thoughtful. Zavier walked inside smirking. He flopped down on the chair across from Endymion, eyes shining. "I know you have something up your sleeve, or you wouldn't have sent me in to spy on those two." Endymion nodded slowly. Zavier watched the sapphire eyes flare to life. "You have something planned, Endy. I know that look." Endymion stood slowly. "Where are they now. I'd like to observe them myself." Zavier smiled inwardly. Spying was such fun. "He was taking her down to the baths." Endymion nodded. "Well, I know you'll want to come along. Shall we?" Zavier laughed. The two men left the room and headed for the north wing, where Aria had been sleeping. They headed up the stairs to the balcony. Here they had a clear view of the north wing's four main halls and the entrance to the central building. Athan came into view, an arm wrapped around Aria's waist. "We're almost there, angel. You're doing just fine." Endymion smiled at the mutinous expression on the girl's face. She obviously wasn't happy with the help, or the encouragement. "I'm sure I can get there on my own." Athan laughed. "I bet. And I'm sure you'd keep right on going out the door and stow away on the first ship going off planet. Nice try." Athan had a lazy smile on his face, and his eyes were dancing. Zavier shot a worried glance at Endymion. Endymion closed his eyes tightly. He hadn't seen that happy look on Athan's face in a long time. The Dark Prince felt a surge of jealously rip through him. He'd tried so hard to make Athan come out of his icy shell. But this little girl seemed to be accomplishing the feat easily, without even trying. Endymion turned around and plowed his fist into the wall. "Endymion?" Zavier grabbed Endy and yanked the taller man away. "What the hell are you doing?" Endymion turned tortured eyes to Zavier. "She's accomplished in a few hours what I've been trying to do for years." Zavier swallowed loudly at the pain in Endymion's voice. Zavier looked down at the couple moving slowly through the hall. Athan had dropped his stone mask. He was smiling, laughing, and the looks he was sending the blonde in his arms made Zavier's stomach clench. Endymion pulled away from his spot on the wall and headed for the outer area of the palace. "Where are you going? And am I ever going to find out what's going on? And why in the world did you put a hole in a perfectly innocent wall?" Endymion made an obscene gesture and kept going. "I need to find Jason. He and you are going on a trip." Zavier heard the pain lurking under Endymion's words. The tall figure disappeared down the hall. "Put me down!" Zavier peeked over the railing, almost laughing at the sight. Athan had obviously gotten impatient, and a struggling Aria was in his arms. "Hold still and we'll get there faster." Zavier headed for the library, shaking his head the entire way. He still couldn't get his mind to accept the fact that Athan was being kind, and laughing. The Moon Palace had to be rotting their brains. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Jason knocked the soldier down with the butt end of the spear. He was fairly unimpressed with the new army recruits. Luckily a huge garrison of Earth's Army had been left at the palace, though the majority of the invading force had returned to their homes or been dispatched elsewhere. These were volunteers from the moon. And they were awful. "Never underestimate your opponent because they don't use a sword. And honor is useless in battle. Kill or be killed. If my back is exposed, you strike." Jason reached down and yanked the man to his feet. "Jason. Let the captain finish training. I need you." Jason looked up. Endymion was on the balcony that surrounding the training grounds. There was urgency to the command. Jason turned to the captain and gave a few orders. Then he headed off to meet Endymion. Endymion stared at the white marble. The palace seemed to be made of nothing but silver, gold, and marble. Cold, isolated. Endy felt it seeping into his soul. Only an empty reflection of light, without warmth. He looked up and noticed Jason kneeling a few feet away. "Get up Jason, I've known you too long for that nonsense." Jason stood, his aqua eyes staring at Endymion. "You called?" Endymion looked back over the training yard below. "They're awful, but they'll learn. The captain you chose is an excellent teacher." Jason felt a smile creep over his face, the praise swelling inside. "Thanks." Endymion turned back to Jason, sapphire eyes serious. "We just received a message from Uranus. One of the girls is there. Dianara, Princess Mercury. I'm not sure which one of the five we saw in the main hall, probably the dark haired girl. I'm sending you and Zavier to retrieve her." Jason's eyes narrowed. The prey was being caught far too easily. He preferred a bit more of a hunt. "And the other three?" Endymion closed his eyes for a moment. "I have no idea where they are." Endymion paused for a long moment. "I know you're busy. I'd send Nestor, but he's on Pluto again." Jason smirked. "Zavier and Nestor would kill each other on a trip like that." Endymion smiled. The two did love to fight. "I'm putting you in charge." Endymion moved closer to Jason. "I want those girls found, no matter what." Jason nodded slowly. His answer was firm and loud. "We'll find them." Endymion turned his back. "I'm heading to the baths. There's something I need to discuss with Athan. I'll see you in the hall in an hour. Dress up." Endymion moved off without a backward glance. Jason watched Endymion leave, a black shadow against the white. "What's bothering you Endymion." Jason whispered the words, his brow furrowing in worry. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Nestor stood at the entrance to the time gates. He didn't come here often. There were very few people left who even knew this place existed. He moved forward, marveling as always at the way the strands of time wove the door. This place, so mysterious and dangerous, yet it felt like home. He could almost imagine Setsuna beside him, her gentle hands on his shoulders, her soft voice explaining the mysteries of the guardian. He closed his eyes for a moment. Everything was unnaturally quiet. Nestor stared at the key staff in his hands. The top had been broken off in the battle. Now it was topped only with the garnet orb. Nestor pushed the memories aside. She was dead, and nothing would ever bring her back again. He left as quietly as he had arrived, knowing the several hour flight back to the moon would make his stomach turn. He stared up at the stars, searching for the answers and forgiveness he needed, but all he could see was darkness. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* "Is it wise to leave her unattended?" Athan glanced back to the bath chamber. Endymion cocked one eyebrow. "There is a squadron of those women from Jupiter you handpicked and trained. Are you so unsure of your work?" Athan looked at the ground. Endymion's brow furrowed. "She'll be fine. There's something I need to discuss with you. It concerns the princess." "Which princess?" "Well, Dianara, princess of Mercury, is on Uranus. I'm sending Zavier and Jason to retrieve her. But I'm here to talk about Ariadne." Athan's face grew even more serious. "What about Aria?" Endymion gestured towards the door. "You care for her. A bit more than I'd like. I think the best way to get her out of your blood is to give her to you permanently. Maybe if she graces your bed every night you'll stop following her around as if she were a bitch in heat." Athan's face blushed bright red. He clenched his hands so tightly that he drew blood. "If you weren't my Prince, Endymion, I'd kill you where you stand." Athan took a step forward, eyes blazing. Endymion moved instantly. He slammed the taller Athan against the wall, a sword at the purple-eyed general's throat. "I'd watch what you say, Athan. I could kill you now for insolence." Sapphire eyes glittered a deadly blue. Athan simply glared back. "I don't like what this girl has done to you Athan. You are first and foremost mine, always mine. If I gave the order you'd hold her down while I raped her. If I told you to slit her throat, you'd obey instantly. Remember who you belong to." Endymion jerked away from Athan, leaving a scratch on his neck. "I'm giving her to you Athan. As your bride, today." Athan's eyes grew wide with amazement. "With her comes the throne of Venus. If I ever see you shirking in your duty, I will kill her." Athan's eyes clouded over. "What's happened to you Endymion?" The words were soft. Athan brushed a hand over Endymion's cheek. Endymion jerked away. "Endy." "Don't allow sentiment to cloud your thinking, Athan. She's just a woman. Enjoy her, but remember who you are, what you are. I've made a few plans." Endymion began pacing across the tiled floor. "You'll stay here. I'm leaving for the sun; Jason and Zavier are going to Uranus to investigate an occurrence there. Nestor is coming with me. I can't afford to leave an infatuated idiot in charge of the palace here." "I love her." The words were soft and full of emotion. Endymion flinched at the amount of truth in them. He was silent for a long moment. He stopped, his face inches from Athan's. "I don't care. Do your job and don't let her interfere. Or she will die." He whispered the threat. Then Endymion turned on his heel. "One hour, the hall. Make sure she's dressed properly." Athan watched the spot where Endymion had stood for a long time. Something was bothering Endymion, and Athan would give anything to find out what. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Aria tugged at the beautiful white dress. It was one of Sere's ball gowns, with puffed sleeves, white gloves, and pearls sewn onto the front. Aria had always detested the thing. It was just gaudy; like wearing a huge marshmallow. It was also very low cut, displaying a large amount of flesh. The golden crown on her head was heavy as well, the circlet cutting into her forehead. She still didn't know why she'd been dressed up in all the awful stuff and sent to the main hall, but she had a feeling she didn't want to know the answer. She stood quietly at the entrance to the hall, three Amazon guards in front of her, and three behind. They were all dressed in green, with dark hair pulled into ponytails and long legs. Aria felt a tug at her heart. They reminded her of Tory. The female guards were all from Jupiter, their slight accent and coloring made that obvious. They were also very loyal and very well trained. Aria rubbed the bruise on her hip. The attempted escape in the bathhouse had been foolhardy and over before it had even started. Aria had no chance against six women, all over six foot. A brief boxing match followed by one fast tackle on the cold tile and it was over, and all Aria had to show was a bruise on her hip and a matching one on her cheek. A girl didn't mind hitting another girl. Then had come the fun of getting into layers of heavy clothing. And getting her hair pulled up into some elaborate design topped with a heavy crown, piles of jewelry, and the long slow walk to the hall. Aria felt herself getting more and more nervous. Her hands were sweating under the heavy gloves and layers of skirts. She wished desperately for her guard uniform, or the light, airy yellow dress she usually wore. But there had been some reason that she had to wear a white dress, and this had been the one of Sere's that was actually long enough. Aria had noticed that the palace was filled with people once again. Maids scurried about; scribes and politicians roamed the halls. People were doing construction work everywhere. The palace was shining once again. Things almost seemed normal. Except the palace was full of new faces. Aria could no longer call everyone by name. And it was quiet without the other girls. No Diane smacking into a wall while reading or blowing up another lab, no Tory singing in the kitchen, no Cassie chasing Sere down the halls. Aria gulped back a sob. She hoped they were all right, wherever they had ended up. She glanced at the ring of women surrounding her, trying hard to see between them. Soft music began to play from the front of the hall. Aria's ears perked up. The tune was vaguely familiar. Then a little maid rushed through the guards and pressed a bouquet of brilliant yellow blossoms into Aria's waiting hands. The three guards in front moved out of the way. Aria's eyes narrowed on the dais at the front of the hall. The five princes stood in a straight line. Athan and the others were dressed in elegant tuxedos. Aria felt the flowers in her hands shaking. Her head spun for a moment. Then her eyes fixed on the frowning head priest of the prayer spire. In his hands were the twin crowns of Venus. Aria closed her eyes tightly. The last time she had seen the brilliant gold and topaz, they were locked in an airtight viewing pedestal on Venus. Someone pushed Aria gently from behind. "Go on, your prince is waiting." One of the guards whispered the instruction in Aria's ear. Aria stood frozen in shock for a moment. Flowers, priest, white dress, six girls behind her in identical green dresses, the row of waiting men. The music grew louder, and Aria finally placed the piece. It was a wedding march. Aria's eyes met those of Athan, waiting expectantly by the priest. He beckoned her forward with a hand. Aria resisted the urge to howl in anger. Then she simply sat on the floor, dress spread out in a circle around her. Athan's half smile froze, his eyes becoming frosty. "Aria, get your ass up here right now." Athan's voice thundered through the hall. The music halted abruptly. There was no reaction at first. Aria still sat, her eyes burning. "No." The voice was soft, but echoed over the sudden stillness in the great hall. Athan stepped off the dais and moved toward Aria. His boots thumped ominously against the marble floor. He stopped an arms length away. "Don't be a child. Get up Aria. Walk down the hall." He hissed the words. Aria looked up, anger simmering on her face. "No." Her voice was louder this time. "Aria, we're betrothed, come do your duty." Athan's tone was softer, almost gentle, but there was a layer of steel underneath. "NO." Aria said the words in a near shout. Murmurs and laughter came from the people clustered around the hall. Aria glanced around, her face turning bright red. Athan's face was a similar shade. He leaned very close. "You are a princess. March down that aisle and say your lines." Aria stood up at that, throwing her flowers to the ground. The petals fell off, carpeting the area around Aria's feet in gold. "I will not marry for political gain, mine or others. I will not marry to keep my planet or myself safe. I will not marry anyone I do not love, I'd rather die." The volume increased with each word, until her voice echoed off the walls. The sound cracked on the last word. Athan's eyes darkened even more. They were flat, like a dead man's. "Not even me? Are you sure I can't convince you?" He reached forward and wrapped a hand around the back of Aria's neck, one thumb resting crossing the front of her windpipe. There was a gentle pressure, as though he was concealing a great deal of anger. Aria forced a swallow past his grip and took a ragged breath. At that moment, she was afraid he would strangle her. "Nothing you can do or say could make me submit to this farce." The words were soft, and her voice shook. Athan took a step closer and leaned down by her ear. "We have Princess Dianara captive on Uranus." Athan let go, shoving Aria away in the same motion. All the color drained from Aria's face. She dropped to her knees. "Oh no. Diane." Tears started dripping down Aria's cheeks. "How?" The word was so quiet Athan almost didn't hear. "She appeared in the palace and introduced herself." Aria swallowed loudly. She looked up, her face swimming with tears. "You wouldn't?" Her voice trailed off, the question halted by the stone in Athan's face. "I would do whatever is necessary to win your cooperation." Aria threw herself forward, her hands tangling in Athan's white tuxedo. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, don't hurt her." Athan's face softened. He pulled Aria to her feet, one arm firmly around her waist. "Go back there, take a new bouquet, and walk down the aisle." Athan ran a hand down Aria's tear streaked face. "I wanted this to be perfect. Don't cry. The bride isn't supposed to cry, just everyone else." His touch was tender. Aria buried her face against his chest. Athan wrapped an arm around her and stroked the silk of her hair with his other hand. "You could have a perfect wedding, Aria." She pulled away and looked down at her dress, her nose red. She was still sniffling. "Not in this hideous marshmallow." Athan chuckled softly. "You make anything look wonderful." Aria caught the glow in his eyes, following them to her rather exposed chest. "I bet." Aria crossed her arms and turned towards the back of the hall. "I guess I'm ready now. But I should make you ask and I didn't get an engagement ring." Athan chuckled. "If that's what you want, angel." He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around. Aria squeaked loudly. Athan went on one knee and took one of Aria's hands. "Princess Ariadne, would you do the honor of becoming my queen?" Aria felt the tears streaming down her face. His eyes were so sincere. Aria nodded slowly. A broad smile spread across Athan's face. He reached into his pocket and drew out a beautiful golden ring, with half of a heart in yellow topaz. He started to slip it onto her hand, and scowled at the gloves. A sharp tug ripped the glove off, destroying the scrap of satin in the process. Then the ring slid on easily. Aria smiled shyly. Athan took her hand, turned it over, and planted a kiss on her palm. Her knees felt like jelly. He stood and began the long walk to the dais. Aria turned and headed for the back of the hall and the six tall women blocking the exit. A second bouquet was brought to Aria, and the music started up again. She walked down the aisle, one arm gloved, one not, the brilliant ring winking on her finger. Her head was held high, although her hands were shaking enough to make petals fall like rain from her golden flowers. Aria counted the steps to the priest. Then Athan stepped forward and took her hand. The rest was a blur. Aria felt vaguely like a doll. Stand up, sit down, turn around, and repeat after the priest. And then a second ring was slid on her finger, a violet-pink stone that interlocked with the golden topaz. "It's a heart." The words sounded odd against the silence. Athan chuckled. "Two pieces create a whole. Like you and I will tonight." His lips met Aria's and she was wrapped in a curtain of light. She couldn't think. She could only feel. Then he tore himself away, and Aria rocked on her feet. The music started again. Athan led her down the aisle; she was still locked in a daze. This was her dream, what she had longed for all her life. A beautiful wedding, a handsome prince, music and lights. Aria felt her heart lead her forward, sweeping away the protests of her mind. Even if it was only a dream, just for tonight she would be happy. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Endymion leaned against the white pillar, looking out over the Sea of Serenity. The waves crashed against the cliffs, sending spray into the air. A breeze swept over the water and moved through the balcony where he stood. His hair ruffled in the wind. He swirled the wine in his glass, watching the liquid weave and twirl. The room behind him was noisy. Music and laughter floated over the air. But here was a bit of peace and beauty. Endymion felt like throwing himself over the edge and finding release on the jagged stones below. Then he would be free. He glanced back into the room. Jason and Zavier were seated at the table, in the middle of a drinking contest. Jason seemed to be ahead, but neither could stand. Nestor was gorging himself on the wonderful food. Endymion let his eyes float over the crowd, searching for a white tuxedo. Athan was in the center of the room, Aria in his arms. The two moved across the dance floor in perfect harmony. Athan always said that fighting was like dancing. They looked like angels, clad in white, silver, and gold. The candlelight reflected off their clothing. Athan whispered something in Aria's ear and she smiled happily. Endymion closed his eyes, unable to watch. He brought the wine glass to his lips and downed the contents quickly. He threw the glass over the balcony. It shattered against the jagged rocks. Endymion moved forward, leaning over the edge of the balcony. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Endymion spun around quickly. He tottered a bit but a strong hand yanked him away from the edge of the balcony. "Be careful Endy." "Athan." The white haired man raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" The voice was full of worry. Endymion closed his eyes tightly, the alcohol loosening his tongue. "I failed you Athan. I've failed them all." Endymion slumped to the floor, his chin resting on his knees. Athan crouched down, at eye level with Endymion. "What have you failed at? You've won Endymion. The Silver Kingdom is no more, Selene is dead, and you have two princesses in custody. Every planet in the solar system is under your control." Athan put a hand on Endymion's shoulder. "I didn't give you what you needed. You four are bonded heart and soul to me, but I couldn't make you happy." Endymion laid his hand against Athan's cheek. "But this little girl, she makes you light up. With her, you are what you used to be. And I'm jealous of that." Athan sighed loudly. "Never forget, Endymion. You gave her to me. I don't know how to explain how she completes me in a way friendship never could. I love you Endymion, as a brother, as a friend, as someone who shares a piece of my heart and soul. But how do I explain the bond I feel with Aria. It's as though we are the same person." Endymion's eyes filled with tears. "And now I'm alone again." Athan ran a hand through Endymion's soft hair. "You're never alone. But you are very, very drunk. I'll take you up to bed." Endymion nodded slowly and didn't protest as Athan pulled Endy to his feet. The two moved through the room, Endymion leaning heavily on Athan. Nestor joined them halfway, supporting Endymion on the other side. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Aria felt more than a little lightheaded. She stood in the center of the bedroom. Moonlight shone from the huge French doors on the opposite side of the room. The brilliant yellow silk of the bedcover and hangings shone brightly. Athan stood behind her. One hand rested lightly on her shoulder, the other hung limp at his side. "This was my mother's room." Aria felt a bitter taste rise in her throat. Her mother had been dead two days. And now Aria was married to the murderer. She felt the haze that had covered her brain melt away under reality. No matter how kind he could be, no matter how beautiful he was, he was still the enemy. Aria dropped her head for a moment. She had danced too much, and had far too much wine to drink. Athan's hand moved from her shoulder down her arm. She shivered a bit under his touch. "What's wrong angel?" His breath brushed against her exposed nape like a caress. Aria shivered again. She took a step forward, jerking away from him in the same motion. "I'm fine. Just leave me alone. Good night." Aria struggled to keep her voice flat, unemotional. She lifted a hand to the heavy crown on her forehead. The brilliant gems winking on her left hand caught her eye. She jerked the rings off violently, letting them fall to the floor. They clattered against the marble. Aria turned around. Athan had been admiring the beautiful room. It had wide French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the sea, chairs clustered around a fireplace, and a huge bed. A door on the right led into a private bathing chamber. Everything was done in gold, white and yellow, like living in sunlight. It shone in the darkness. Endymion had been put to bed, Nestor had returned and put the drunken idiots to bed. Aria had still been dancing. Every man there had wanted to hold the goddess in his arms. Athan had returned to find Aria with her head against a general's shoulder. Athan had resisted the urge to rip out the man's throat. He settled for simply assigning the handsome young blonde to Pluto. Adonis had no reason to be holding Aria that close. Aria had been a bit tipsy, and her eyes were full of stars. Athan carried her up to the room. She had seemed so ethereal, a spirit glowing in the moonlight. Then she had lowered her head, jerked from his grasp. Athan felt his heart sink. He lifted a hand, but was too frightened to reach forward. If he pushed her, she would hate him forever. Then she ripped off her rings. Athan watched them drop to the floor. It seemed like they moved in slow motion. They clattered against the marble. Athan felt like it was his heart, his soul that had just fallen on the floor. Aria whirled around, hate and anger blazing in her eyes. He stared at her for a moment. "Get out of my mother's room. Get away from me. I never want to see you again. I hate you; I hate what you stand for. You're nothing but a murdering bastard without a soul." The words weren't yelled, but hissed through clenched teeth. Athan stood in shock for a moment, emotions breaking over him in waves. Denial, anger, betrayal, and heartache all rushed and boiled. Athan lost his temper for the first time since he was fifteen. Athan's eyes flared, glowing a brilliant purple. Aria took a step back, her anger turning to fear. "This is my room now, bitch. And no matter how you deny it, you are mine. You have since the day you turned seven." He took a step forward with each word, pressing her up against the edge of the bed. Aria made a desperate dive across the comforter, but Athan was much larger than her and just as fast. He yanked on one foot and sent her tumbling into the pile of pillows. Aria screamed. Athan clamped a hand over her mouth and flipped her onto her stomach in one movement. Her skirts spread about revealing long legs and gartered stockings. Athan felt his anger turn to lust. He wanted to hurt her as she had hurt him. She had destroyed everything he had hoped for, rejected everything he'd done for her. Aria felt his hands rip at her dress, spilling tiny pearls across the bed. She kicked violently. Her voice was growing horse from screaming against the hand on her mouth. She bit down into his palm and felt the coppery taste of blood on her tongue. "You little bitch." Athan rolled her over swiftly and slapped her across the face with his bloody palm. Aria felt her head jerk with the force of the blow. His hands returned to tearing her clothing off. But she wouldn't give up. She wouldn't let him do this to her. She kicked out again, scoring a hit to his thigh. He grunted. The girl was kicking and squirming like a wildcat. Athan ripped off his tuxedo coat and threw it over her. He whipped off his bow tie as she fought with the jacket. She freed herself just in time to see him reaching for her hands. Both slender wrists were twisted over her head and tied tightly together. Aria yanked hard, but the silk was knotted too tightly. "You bastard. Can't get a woman without forcing her?" Aria felt another smack across her face. She felt pain shoot up the side of her face and knew that would leave a bruise to match the one on her other cheek. Athan moved over her, laying his still clothed body against her almost naked one. His face was inches from hers. "I only have to force my bitch of a wife." He forced his lips over Aria's in a bruising kiss. He drew her bottom lip into his mouth, biting hard enough to draw blood. His hands were busy removing what was left of her clothing. Aria forced the tears from her eyes. His hands moved over her body as his tongue forced its way into her mouth. Then his mouth moved lower, over her now naked figure, while his hands stripped off his own clothing. Aria choked back screams as he bit her viciously. Then his hands joined the dance. They were rough, harsh. He thrust a finger inside her, a horrible smile spread across his face. Aria's resolve was rapidly fading away. "Please." She didn't remembering uttering the words, but as he continued to manhandle her body, her soft pleas turned to screams. Then he was forcing his way inside her. The tears Aria had held back for so long came rushing to the surface. Then he shuddered and collapsed on top of her. And Aria simply cried. Athan felt the anger draining from him swiftly. It was replaced with a great deal of self- hate and a hollow feeling in his stomach. He rolled off Aria. She kept crying, as though her soul was shattering. She rolled over on her side, right into his arms. Athan held her, stroking a hand down her back. She didn't pull away. He picked out hairpins with the other hand until her hair spread in a golden halo around her shoulders. Her tears turned to sniffles, and then to light snores. Athan stared at her tear-streaked face. He wondered why she hadn't rolled off the bed. Instead she had sought comfort. He gently untied her hands. He looked down at the angel sleeping in his arms for a long time, wondering if she'd ever forgive him for losing his temper, for hurting her, for killing her mother. He sighed loudly. He had only added to the wall between them. And then fatigue overtook him and he joined her in sleep. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Zavier had a major headache. He opened his eyes slowly. His back was stiff and his feet felt numb. Then he realized it was because Jason was lying on them. "Get off my feet dammit." Zavier tried to move his feet, but Jason's head was too heavy, and Zavier's feet were asleep. He sat up and immediately regretted the motion. He had been an absolute idiot to challenge Jason to a drinking contest. Zavier lifted a hand to his pounding head, the numb feet forgotten in the wake of the new pain and nausea. The door swung open loudly. Nestor walked in with a huge tray of food, smiling benignly. On any other morning, Zavier would have devoured the ten-course meal, but this morning he raced for the bathroom. Jason slept, oblivious to the new tormenter. "Wake up sleepy head." Nestor yanked on Jason's arm, sending the smaller man tumbling off the bed. Jason smacked against the ground hard. He came up swinging, but after one look at the bacon, eggs, and pancakes in front of him, Jason headed for the bathroom to join Zavier. Nestor laughed loudly and moved toward the windows. He threw the curtains open, letting sunlight stream into the room. Then he pressed the play button on Jason's music device. Suddenly the room was filled with driving drums, deep bass, and a good deal of shouting. Zavier came rushing from the bathroom, with murder written on his features. Nestor merely grinned. "You leave for Uranus in and hour, don't be late." Nestor closed the door with a loud bang and whistled on his way down the hall. Zavier sat on the bed groaning. Space travel with a hangover would not be pleasant. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Diane watched Greg through narrowed eyes. He had been everything she'd ever wanted in a friend. They had talked for hours. He was kind, and attentive. He held her hand, told her she was beautiful. She leaned back in her padded chair and smoothed the dress she was wearing. She felt more at home in the navy gown than she had in the short, white guard uniform. Diane had a suspicion the gown had once belonged to Haruka. Diane chuckled to herself. Haruka would never have worn it, but Michiru bought the tomboy at least one a year. Diane glanced at the book in her hand. Methods of combat. Uranus had always been a bit militaristic in nature. Not as bad as Jupiter, but there were signs everywhere. "Are you finding your stay pleasant." Diane whirled at the sound, surprised to see Greg there. "I'm fine. I just wanted to read for a bit." Greg came closer and bowed low. "May I join you? I long for company." Diane nodded slowly, her eyes narrowing a bit. Greg was just a bit too attentive. "Might we go see the city tomorrow?" Diane asked the question absently. Greg's face turned an odd shade. "I had planned a musical in your honor, Princess. Surely you don't wish to dirty your feet on the streets of the city." Diane nodded pleasantly, but she knew something was wrong. This man should have been dying to show off his kingdom. And the windows and doors always seemed to have someone blocking them. Diane picked up her book and began to read. She'd find some way to meet with Tory. There was definitely something wrong. But Diane didn't see a way out of it. She was caught in a gilded cage. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Tory smelled a rat. Their reception on Uranus had been warm after the initial problem with the palace guard. Gregory had clamped onto Diane. The two had gone on tours of the palace, spent long hours discussing literature, played chess, and took long walks in the garden. Diane blushed whenever Greg would compliment her, and seemed happy. But Tory had been ignored. She enjoyed the day being known as merely the bodyguard. She had wanted to follow Diane and Greg around, but Greg had firmly stated that his own guards would take the job. Tory used the time to explore and investigate. She had tried to get into every inch of the castle, but found herself followed and blocked at every turn. Someone didn't want her to leave the palace, see Diane, or go outside. Finally, she had managed to swipe some civilian clothing. Tory always listened to her gut feelings. She headed for the kitchens with the bundle of clothes hidden under her lunch tray. She moved into the bustle of the kitchens, almost laughing as she lost the guard who had followed her all morning in the craziness. She ducked into the scullery. There were several girls there, washing dishes and gossiping. Tory ducked past them into the garbage area. She shoved her hair under a scarf and quickly dressed in a dingy black outfit that hadn't been washed in a while. Finally she slipped out the garbage door into a back alley. The early morning sun shone. Tory blinked for a moment, forgetting how far away the sun was from Uranus. The sky didn't light up like it did on the moon. Tory crept down the alley quietly. The alleyway was filthy, with several beggars digging through the trash of the palace. Tory moved through quickly, trying to hold her breath at the stench. And then she was standing on the street. Her breath caught in her throat. The outer planets had always been hailed as wonders of technology. Great cities shaped like floating spheres, miles in diameter, moving in the gases of the planets, temperature, gravity, and such held in check by sophisticated magic and machine. Buildings hundreds of stories tall piled close together, floating cars and all kinds of wonders. Tory blinked twice, uncertain of what she saw. There were soldiers everywhere. Not only that, but the city was damaged extensively. Tory glanced at the transparent sphere nervously, but it seemed to be intact. Construction crews moved like busy bees repairing at a swift pace. Tory took a close look at the soldiers. Black, gray, and sometimes blue uniforms moved swiftly through the streets, stopping everyone and demanding identification. Tory watched several people hauled away, while four other guards beat an elderly man. Tory felt bile rising in her throat. Only one planet had troops with those uniforms, and those methods. Earth. A group of soldiers moved past. Tory ducked back into the alley, breathing heavy. Uranus was heavily damaged and crawling with Earth soldiers. That meant only one thing. Uranus was under control of the Dark Prince. And that meant that she and Diane were caught in a trap. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Cassie had the urge to smack Sere, or slap cactus needles in the girl's butt, anything to shut her up. "I'm tired, Cassie." Sere whined the words. "You said that two minutes ago, and there's less I can do for it now than I could then. If we don't find shelter soon, we die. Follow that crystal of yours, and march." Cassie wiped the sweat off her forehead. It was cool in the desert, but she and Sere had been walking all day long. The sun marched in its path over the sky. The light was a bit dimmer than on earth, but Cassie knew the ultraviolet was frying her skin. And they hadn't seen any sign of life yet. "Are you sure we're going the right way?" Sere shrugged. Cassie sighed loudly. They had reached dunes two hours ago, and now the walking was tough. Sand wasn't the kindest stuff to hike in. They were almost to the top of their latest challenge. This dune seemed enormous. Cassie felt like her legs were on fire. Sere was just ahead, her long hair rippling in the fierce Martian winds. "Cassie?" Sere's voice came out in a whisper. Cassie scowled down at the sand in her boots. It was rubbing her feet raw. "What is it now?" Cassie's voice held more than a little annoyance. "We're here!" Sere squealed the words and took off down the slope, slipping and sliding. Cassie pushed herself up the last few feet. The capital city of Mars spread out below. From the top of the dune Cassie could see the shape, a huge firebird spreading its wings. Cassie took off after the irrepressible Sere. "Sere, wait a minute. You can't just." Cassie's eyes narrowed for a moment. She felt something, an evil aura. Her violet eyes scanned the city gates. Then she saw them, four men, in strange uniforms, beating a man. And they definitely weren't from Mars. The sun gleamed off the one's golden hair. Cassie had never met a blonde Martian. Her eyes narrowed. She could see the sun glinting off their swords now. She picked up speed, heading for Sere. The two went down in a tangle of arms and legs. They rolled across the sands towards the backside of a low hill. Cassie clamped her hand tightly over Sere's mouth and peeked over the top. "There are four guards at the gate, and none of them are Martians. We're not close enough to see where they're from. But I know other ways into the city." Sere just sat, a dumbfounded look on her face. "Why are soldiers from somewhere else on mars?" She tilted her head to the side. Cassie sometimes wondered if Sere had a brain. At that moment she looked like the fluffy white dog that had once roamed the palace, a creature with great pedigree and no intelligence. "I don't know. But I hope it's not the reason I'm afraid of." Sere just sat staring for a moment. Then her face fell. "You think earth has taken over Mars." Cassie looked over the top of the hill of sand again. "Ten points for the genius. Come on, they're occupied. We need to move, quickly." Cassie grabbed the smaller girl's arm and the two took off over the dunes towards the backside of the city. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Aria woke up very sore. Her whole body ached. She sat up slowly; trying to block the throbbing that sprang to life in her head. Then the night before pounded into her mind. The tears returned. "Aria?" Athan's voice came from the other room. Aria had curled up into a ball, and she was shaking. Athan rushed into the bedroom. He pulled the girl into his arms. "I'm so sorry Aria. I'm so sorry." He kept repeating the words over and over. Aria just kept sobbing. Athan felt his heart dying all over again. Finally the tears started to dissipate. She tried to pull away from his grasp, but he wouldn't let go. "Please." The word was very quiet, and her voice wavered. Athan reluctantly let go. Aria scooted off the edge of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Athan longed to go after her. "Athan? I need to speak with you." Endymion's voice came from the door. Athan felt frustration boil, but simply nodded and left the room, but not without a glance back at the rumpled bed. He would make it up to her, there had to be a way. Aria scrubbed her body over and over, rubbing so hard that the scabs from some of the wounds flaked off and began to bleed. She ignored the pain and kept scrubbing. The water was so hot it sent steam into the air. Her skin turned bright red. Aria finally stopped and set her head on her knees. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't make herself feel clean again. She looked at the white shirt she had been dressed in when she woke. She longed to simply slip under the water and leave life behind. But Aria had a duty. She had to stay alive, and she had to escape. Sere was out there somewhere. They might have Diane, but as long as Sere was free, there was hope. Aria climbed slowly out of the tub and scrubbed her hair with a towel. She needed to stop wallowing in self-pity and start acting. And she needed to stay away from Athan. Aria looked at the rings, which were firmly on her finger again. Her heart flipped over a moment, remembering the look on his face when he made the impromptu proposal in the great hall. She squashed the feelings ruthlessly and started yanking the brush through her damp hair. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Cassie crawled across the sands, ignoring the heat and wind. Flat on your belly with a face full of dust wasn't pleasant, but it kept the guards on top of the city walls from spotting intruders. Sere was behind Cassie, unusually silent and cooperative. Cassie hoped the behavior would last. Cassie moved behind another small dune, pulling herself up into a sitting position. Sere quickly joined the black-haired girl. "Where are we going?" Sere actually whispered the words. Her eyes were wide with fear. Cassie resisted the urge to hug the silvery head close. "We're heading for the back side of the city. You can't see it, but the city is resting on the edge of a huge cliff. Not many people live above the ground, it's the wind and storms. If we can get around to the back side of the city, we can climb down the cliff face and sneak in through the tunnel system." Sere's face turned white. "Climb the cliff? It's a good thing Diane isn't here." Cassie laughed softly. Diane always did hate heights, and although Sere was a bit wary, Cassie was sure the smaller girl would make it. "Come on, Sere. We need to get to the cliff soon. We don't want to be doing this in the dark. Luckily the days are longer here." Sere furrowed her brow. "I wish I had paid more attention in class." Cassie dropped to her stomach and started off over the dunes again, Sere close behind. The sand swept plain gradually gave way to rocky flatlands. Cassie stood and raced over the last hundred yards, praying to every god she'd ever heard of that they wouldn't be spotted. She slid to a halt at the edge of the gorge, ignoring the dust and rocks embedded in her skin, and threw her legs over the cliff. Sere watched Cassie disappear with a sinking heart. She really didn't want to be climbing down the slippery red rock of mars. Sere finally reached the edge, skidding to a halt just in time. She looked over the edge and felt her stomach fall into her white boots. The canyon was enormous. The red rock was fairly smooth, and Sere couldn't see the bottom. "I'm glad they don't have things like this on the moon." Sere whined the words, jumping in surprise as they bounced off the canyon walls. "Shut up and get your butt down here dummy." Sere saw Cassie standing on a ledge farther down the cliff. "I don't want to." Sere almost cried, tears filling her eyes. Cassie sighed loudly. "Sere, if you don't get down here, the Earth soldiers will take you back to the Dark Prince in chains. If you don't want that, I suggest you climb down here quickly." Sere pressed her eyes shut and slithered over the edge of the cliff. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Zavier didn't have anything left in his stomach, but his body was still telling him that he needed to empty the offending organ. Jason sat in the seat to the left, his face a bit green. "Tell me again why I accepted your challenge?" Zavier hissed the words through clenched teeth as the ship continued to accelerate away from the moon. "Because you wanted a night with my mistress." Zavier groaned again. "And tell me why I thought I could win?" Jason barked a laugh, but immediately regretted the movement. "Because you're a fucking idiot, Zavier. And now I get to keep that little servant you have on earth." Zavier almost grinned. "You may be surprised with what you get." Jason resisted the urge to groan, knowing the sound would make him throw up again. The ship continued to pull away from the moon, and quickly aligned its trajectory. Zavier and Jason felt the artificial gravity give out. A voice came over the link. "A little gift for the two idiots, from your dear friend Nestor. Enjoy your trip to Uranus, and don't get any puke on the seats." The voice trailed off in laughter. "I'm going to kill him." Zavier reached for the bag tucked in a pouch beside his seat. Jason nodded an agreement. The ship lurched suddenly, off on its trip to Uranus, with no gravity and two very ill men on board. *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* Athan watched the ships leave with mixed emotions. He was now in charge of bringing order to the Moon. He wasn't looking forward to the job. Conquered people resented their new masters. There would be underground freedom groups, resistance to laws, and lots of beheadings. Athan sighed loudly. A flash of black caught his eye. Someone was moving swiftly through the palace gardens, darting from bush to bush. Athan's eyes narrowed. He vaulted off the second story balcony and landed quietly in the grass. His eyes caught the person heading through a door in the wall. He swore softly and followed. Hidden passages were always a problem, because the old occupants always knew the secrets of the place. The person was carrying a small light that winked in the dark tunnels. Athan moved like a panther through the passageways, following the stranger. The air of the tunnels was dry and dusty, coated in cobwebs. The tunnels twisted and branched, but the soft sound of breathing and the light made the person easy to follow. Athan couldn't tell who the stranger was. They were dressed in black, with a scarf over their head. He hung back far enough so he could see where the person was headed. The tunnels seemed to be moving toward the exterior of the palace. Then the tunnels became damp and slippery, and gradually became sewers. Water rippled through, soaking Athan's boots. He scowled. Athan resisted the urge to tackle the stranger and demand answers. Sometimes patience was the way to go. Then the person stopped at a ladder and headed for the surface. Athan waited a few moments, and then followed. He blinked a few times, his eyes used to the dim tunnels. They were at the spaceport. The stranger was racing towards a space liner in the final checks before lift off. Athan had seen enough. He took a flying leap at the person in black, tackling them hard. The black scarf went flying and yards of blonde hair spread out. Athan's eyes fastened on the ring winking on the person's left hand. A heart set in gold, one half topaz, the other half kunzite. "Aria?" *^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^* AN: First part is set in the Silver Millennium, I don't own Sailor Moon. Ch. 1 has names. Enough said.