Born to Power
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			Born to Rule
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		Every morn and every night
		Some to misery are born.
		Every morn and every night
		Some are born to sweet delight.
		Some are born to sweet delight,
		Some are born to endless night.
					-William Blake
					(Auguries of Innocence)
Part III - Kaul
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by Blue

Planet Earth: Castle of Kaul, the Queen's private chamber...
	"My Queen, there is a disturbance in the north-western sector of 
your kingdom.  A group of young dark-rebels believe that this coming 
agreement to join in the Peace Conference of the Moon is too much of a 
radical movement and are now protesting.  Their magik is not strong but 
it is threat enough if they increase their powers anymore especially at 
a time like this."  The crimson-haired Queen paced the floor 
impatiently, her emerald-eyes flashed in frustration as she fought to 
control her temper.
	Stopping abruptly she finally spoke, "Crush it."  The messenger 
nodded and left the room.  Slumping against the throne she frowned ever 
so slightly down at her hands.  The north-western sector had always 
been a pest and had always rebelled for one reason or another.  
Radicals!  She laughed at the thought, for weren't they being radicals 
instead of she?  They're calling for war!  And her, she was searching 
for peace, a peace to end all wars that had disrupted her nights with 
endless hours of questions and searching through volumes of books for 
answers to these questions.  She hated to use force against her own 
people, but she needed also to set a precedent against future uprisings 
and the times were turbulent now, she could not let a group of dark-
rebels ruin all her plans.  She had always feared what may come if the 
powers of the System do not find some agreement.  Perhaps this 
Moonchild will bring us peace, or this Prince that they seemed to deem 
so well chosen in the Eastern sectors, I wonder what he is like.  Her 
mind drifted in and out of these thoughts before a loud bang snapped 
her out of her revelries about the coming conference.
	"Beryl!  How dare you send troops to the north without my 
acknowledgements?"  The figure was dressed in a flamboyant yellowish 
robe that flowed down to the floors.  She frowned at the intrusion for 
it was her private chambers, no one but she had a right of entrance, 
especially without her permission.
	"Captain Sieulo, I am the Queen I need not your opinion in any 
matters.  Your insubordination to me should and could one day push me 
to cut off your tongue."  She replied smoothly, the man glared at her 
through narrowed black eyes, but he paled visibly so she knew she 
struck a nerve.  "Or should I let the mages have a go at you?"  His 
face paled even more so now, most man feared magik, and this one was 
not an exception.  He was truly paranoid and superstitious, so much so 
that he couldn't even stand to stay in the same room with a magik 
wielder more than a few minutes.  He was also too self-centered to 
believe anything but that many - men or women alike - would do anything 
for his position in court.  The only reason he still had his job at all 
was to calm the elders that did not like her the least, her advisors 
told her that until she found another man seemingly more worthy of the 
position to all the elders, it was best to keep this one.  She despised 
the biased man before her, one who looked down at everyone from his 
narrow nose.  At first, when she was still a mistress to the King he 
had seemed charming and handsome, now as a ruler she couldn't wait to 
get rid of him.  Her hands itched to circle around his neck and 
squeeze...
	What am I thinking?  She thought with horror.  She rose 
gracefully and he stared down at her defiantly.  "I'd advise you to 
kneel to her Queen," a warning broke the tension and the big man before 
her stiffened.
	"It is alright Nitokaku," she turned and smiled at the silver-
haired man with light-blue eyes, so light in color that it was nearly 
white, the only sign to show that he was blind.  But instead, his saw 
in a different sense that far surpassed her abilities of magik or 
knowledge of such as well.  His deep loyalties to her and his respects 
of her decisions had made him one of her favorite advisors, though he 
never criticized her actions he would never refrain from telling her of 
her faults either.  
	"Captain Ku Sieulo, you are sent to lead a small army of mine 
against these insubordinates and to bring back the head of the leader.  
Fail to do so and I will have your head in his place."  She smiled 
sweetly, she knew this new group dealt in the dark-arts, if he fails I 
can have a much more accomplished man ready to take his place, either 
way he will be killed.  She waved him away and in that act angered the 
man perhaps even more, but all he could do was comply.  She was the 
Queen after all, and the only ruler of the land, to deny her demands is 
both a political and a physical suicide.
	"My Queen, these meddlesome creatures of the North are giving me 
bad dreams, I must warn you to be careful with what you do with them."  
Nitokaku told her after Sieulo had left.
	"Oh Nito-kun?  I did not think a small force could be that 
meddlesome, I'm confident that my forces can subdue them."  She told 
him smiling triumphantly at having extinguished another political 
enemy.
	"Beryl-sama," the silver-haired man bowed, "I must request that I 
too may go to this rebellion, I fear it so my Queen, I must destroy it 
with my own powers to know that you are safe!"  She frowned at the news 
of his departure.  The situation again sank in, in all its gravity.
	"What if I said no?"  She asked softly, her brows frowning in 
sadness and worry.
	"I beg you Beryl-sama!"  He kneeled before her and pleaded with 
his head bent as if in prayer, she felt unworthy of such reverence from 
one such as he.  Silence stretched between them within her chamber of 
repose.
	"Rise Ziou Nitokaku, for I will allow you to go as a favor that 
you must later return."  She smiled as his head rose sharply in 
surprise and laid a gentle hand upon his silver-hair.  "You are an 
angel," she bent down and gently kissed him on the lips.  "I will miss 
your presence."  She knew she would never see him again and in that 
moment she gave him her last gift, the only gift that a Queen may ever 
give to another that cannot be King.  She gently lifted a silver ring, 
with tiny white stones that glowed from green to red within its depth.  
	"Keep it Nito-chan, it will keep you safe from evil."
	"And you?"  He asked worriedly.
	"After this you must go to the Prince Endymion, I've known my 
fate long ago when the old King took me as his mistress.  An old woman 
in my village had once told me of my doomed fate, mayhaps another time 
we can meet under better circumstances."  He was about to protest when 
she silenced him by placing slim fingers upon his lips, "You cannot 
save me Nito-chan, no one can."  With that she turned and he knew that 
he was dismissed.
	"Sayanora, Bella."  He whispered softly, her shoulders trembled 
and he knew she heard him call her by her true name, one that he will 
always remember her by.  With that he walked out of her castle and her 
life like any other man.  She would miss him greatly till the end and 
maybe even beyond that, for already she was trying to hold back the 
loss that she felt deep within her, permeating her heart and soul with 
a deep loneliness that she would no longer be able to escape.
Long after he had disappeared a single tear escaped her closely 
shuteyes, splashing against the marbled table that she leaned heavily 
against for support.  "Sayanora...Nito-chan."  The room was empty now, 
and her whisper reached no one but her own ears and traveled no 
further.  "Sayanora."  I love you.
	Her eyes were empty after this goodbye.  She was alone again, and 
this time, forever.

Planet Earth: Kaul's Northwestern boarders, Qua'h...
	"This place is damn desolate if you ask me."  A whispered voice 
of one of the soldiers reached his ears and he sighed in sadness.  
Bella said that no one could save her, from what he wondered?  What did 
she mean?  He begun to doubt his coarse of action again for the 
millions time that day, the letter that was attached to the inside of 
his belt reminded him of the note that the Queen had sent to him before 
he left.
	"She said that this is for the High-Prince Endymion."  The 
messenger left after that, the reason for not delivering the message 
herself was one that he did not delve into.  Perhaps it is because we 
have already said our goodbyes.  He grimaced and sighed inwardly.  He 
already missed her deeply, they had been friends for as long as he 
could remember, and the day that he found her on his training grounds 
he had fallen in love with her instantly.  Lovers, is this how it felt 
to leave your lover?  Knowing there will never be a tomorrow when you 
will see each other again, how do I survive?
	When I found her, how long ago was that?  He could not tell, but 
he was sure he had been at least five and ten at the time.  Her beauty 
was captivating and as she grew more men begun to pay attention to her, 
he nursed his jealousy in secret, but she had told him one night in the 
dark that she loved only him and from then on he had kept to himself, 
his studies, and her alone.  When the King took her to be his mistress 
he had privately wanted to slaughter the wicked man for years, 
unwilling to let her go but could do nothing else.
	When the King died he knew why and how, he had been there had he 
not?  And enjoyed every minute of it as he watched the fool beg for 
mercy as the old man's body fell apart and died.  
	He had worked beside her to bring a peace that the old King had 
been too greedy and cruel to abide by, together they had captured the 
kingdom, but it was she who took control, fearful and alone she only 
agreed because he requested that she does not include him in it.  It 
would bring too many suspicions in our direction and will decapitate 
you from ruling with full power, he had told her.  They would suspect 
you more if I were included in this.  So instead she brought him to the 
court as one of her many advisors, replacing the old ones that were 
outright set against her and kept him close, closer than any other men 
or women.  The court never suspected.
	"We can never marry, I am not of your class."  He had told her 
one day when she questioned him about the future of their relationship.  
Her long, red hair sprawled upon the covers of her bed as he stroked 
her pale, soft skin.  There had been a peace that settled in him that 
had never reached him until that moment.  She protested profusely to 
his reply, perhaps even a little hurt at his refusal.  "Iie.  I can 
never be more than your lover, the country needs you Bella, so does 
Earth."  She quieted after that, but he felt the liquid tears that fell 
against his skin, and inside him the peace dissipated and a void opened 
within his chest.  Emptiness.  He wanted to fill that with her, the 
love and belonging that she offered, but he knew he could not.  It was 
political suicide for her to marry him, they would suspect.  She 
whimpered, his one hand that caressed her skin stopped its movement and 
he rose and got dressed.  "Gomen nasai Beryl-sama, but morning is fast 
approaching.  I hope I have satisfied you tonight."  With that he 
turned and left.  A soft whisper of a cry reached his ears but he kept 
on walking, pretending that he didn't hear her calling him.  Every 
nerve in his body wanted to turn and hold her and tell her that he 
would do anything for her just to see her smile.  He couldn't.  He 
loved her after all.  He would give up everything and anything for her.  
Even sell his soul to save hers.
	I love you Bella.  In a perverse way, he selfishly did not tell 
her the truth before he left, selfishly wanted her to feel this 
emptiness he felt.  In a way, it was to protect her from himself, in a 
way it was a fear that once the truth was out he would never be able to 
leave her.
	"Matte!"  The troops stopped, he quickly diverged his horse to a 
jagged rock like cliff, slowly tottering away from the rest of the 
soldiers.  This is as far as I go with them.  With a flick of his dark, 
velvet cape, he was gone.
	"There's something fishy going on around here that I don't 
trust."  The sky grew cloudy, a flash of storm-lightening slammed into 
the middle of the army, killing the man who were in contact of each 
other within the troops.  The smell of burnt flesh soon rose into the 
air and screams of pain fell into the hills, echoing into the sky.
	"The hell!"  The troops scattered a little as panic escalated 
within the troops.  The attack was magik, where did it come from?
	"I smell magik doers here, show yourselves!"  The captain, Ku 
Sieulo yelled to the dark masses that shifted before them.
	An amused laughter rang out into the dark, the men stopped and 
with curious fear looked about them at who would mock their escape from 
death's grip.  A dark shadow was suddenly spied upon one green-grassed 
hill.  His face hidden in a hood of darkness, "Welcome friends to our 
grand ball."  Two more men stepped to his side, one in a dark-crimson 
robe and one in a midnight cloak.
	"We are the three-brothers of the Dark rebellion, welcome to our 
humble little abode."  The one in crimson said, his lips curved into a 
malicious smirk but the rest of his face was hidden in shadows.
	"Hai.  Let us celebrate your last day on this planet... 
breathing."  The midnight stranger added but he did not smile at all 
like that of his brothers.
	"You are no fun dear-brother!  Let us play with them awhile!"  
The crimson told the blue.
	The dark mage pushed the two apart and through the shadows smiled 
almost sympathetically down at them.  "We are the dark mages of this 
world."
	An army of warriors clothed in the blue and red colors appeared 
around them.  "Kill them."  The blue mage said with a sneer.  Eyes 
widened, the dark soldiers smiled, their forms grotesque and 
disordered, monstrous in each and every way.
	"Slowly."  The red added with a smile.
	The storm mass broke and they realized that it was not a dark 
cloud before them but an army of dark creatures that had levitated 
before them with the aide of magik.  Down they fell like rain, dark 
bodies that seemingly brought darkness with them as they fell from the 
sky like fallen exiled angels of vengeance.  "Death!"  They whispered, 
is only the beginning.
	A minute later, the valley was filled with dying screams and 
fighting.  The dark-rogues emerged under the command of the last mage, 
and with them they brought a sleeping dragon that they had woken from 
her captive prison of eternal slumber.  Living on the fear, the 
anguish, and the stench of Death, the Dark Dragon rose upon Beryl's 
small army and engulfed the hill in shadows.  The one they were seeking 
to kill was already gone.  But she - the empress dragon - was hungry 
now, these troops would only be snacks to her thousand year-old hunger 
that was suppressed by the magik sleep.  Rising upon the hills she let 
out a mighty roar that stampeded the country till it reach the ears of 
the doomed Queen.  She was alive.  And she will destroy all that had 
been and is to come.
	The dark-rogues found the captain, Ku Sieulo, among the rubble, 
he was the only survivor of the troops, and all they needed to 
accomplish their goal.  For now, one disloyal seed had sprouted. Peace 
had ended.  The Dark Wars has begun...

Planet Earth:  Endymion's Court at the presence of the Four Kings...
	"King Endymion, the long awaited reunion of the Four Kings had 
been a grand one that had been anticipated for centuries!  But this!  
This is grand indeed."  The white-haired counsel said with a soft, 
knowing smile.
	"The communications, they are well are they not?"  He asked 
nervously as he ran a hand through his hair.  "Nothing is the matter 
with the communicator is there?  Nothing that's out of place?"
	"Endymion, Endymion, when did you ever learn to be such a 
worrisome hen?  I swear that you've been taking lessons from Kunzite 
far too often!"  The golden-haired General, the second King, King of 
the West teased the Prince of Cryone.
	"Jadeite, I've already regretted your return after the first hour 
of your jests, must I beat you again in the battle room just to teach 
you a lesson?"  The silver-haired General, the first King, King of the 
North sighed melodramatically as the golden General glared at other.
	Nephrite, the auburn-haired General, the forth King, King of the 
South methodically took out a note pad and scribbled something down.  
"What are you doing?"  He looked up startled to meet gleaming, light-
emerald eyes, staring at him curiously.
	"General Zoisite-sama!  Don't scare me like that!"  The auburn-
haired man said, jumping slightly at the nearness of the other man.
	Taking advantage of Nephrite's surprise, the curly-haired 
General, the third King, King of the East grabbed the note-pad from the 
younger General.  He smiled when he read it.  "Oh, I'm not so sure.  
Jadeite has gotten revenge in many other forms that can be less 
pleasant than a few words of wit can bring."  The auburn-haired King 
blinked in surprise.  "Why looked surprised?  I thought you'd hear the 
horror stories by now, since you've heard aught else about our infamous 
blondy over there."  The curly-haired General grinned.
	"Hey!  Don't call me that, blondy!"  And the two blonds argued 
with each other for another ten minutes before the high-Prince 
screamed.
	"Look guys, we're about to have a conference on Peace with the 
Moon in an hour and already you two are losing it!  How am I every 
going to be able to present the seriousness of our cause if you call 
each other silly names like six-year olds?"  The dark-haired prince 
scolded the two.
	"Just passing the time Endymion," the golden General said with a 
grin.
	"Hai!  Gets our tongues moving."  The curly-haired General added.
	"How do you deal with them?"  The dark-haired prince asked in 
exasperation to the first King.
	"Huh?  Oh, Jadeite and Zoisite?  Easy, all you have to do is-" 
the silver-haired General begun.
	"Enguard you measly peace of trash, I will slaughter you!"
	"Iie, you coward!  Your sword is not worthy enough to even think 
about standing against mine!"
	"Coward?  I'll show you coward you slime of a bookworm!  I..."
	"And they make the policies of their kingdoms how?"  The forth 
King asked before his mouth dropped open in shock as the two traded 
insults back and forth as easily as they traded blows.
	"Endymion, it is not even worth it for you to pay attention to 
them."  The first King mumbled as he went back to his report, not even 
bothering to glance up at the two Generals dueling in one corner of the 
conference room.
	"There actually quite good if you ignore the part that they're 
only joking around like three-year old boys with nothing else better to 
do."  The forth King said, a hint of admiration seeped through his 
speech as he watched the two Generals playfully jab at each other.  
There was a grace to their movements that resembled a wild and 
dangerous dance.
	"Oh, but they are but playing, they're not even close to being 
serious yet."  The forth King looked surprised.
	"Zoisite may have his nose stuck in a book in that rusty cell we 
call a library for half a century, but for the rest, he likes to 
practice the art of war.  He's a brilliant strategist actually, lacking 
in the magik department of war, true, but he is amazing when he does 
hand to hand combat or even sword fighting."
	"And Jadeite?"
	"Jadeite is almost as good as Kunzite, if not better in some 
arts.  Kunzite just happens to be more devoted to his studies than our 
Jadeite over there.  Sad really if you think about it, but push him 
enough he'd get better.  One advice Nephrite, never challenge him when 
his angry, it's a bad idea."  The prince turned back to the two Kings, 
"My friends, the Conference is almost beginning, you might want to-" 
the two blond Generals disappeared in a flash and appeared in their 
seats, neat and tidy as if nothing slightly close to the mock sword-
fight occurred.  The Prince and the forth King looked to each other in 
surprise and amusement, the first King put away his book and looked 
poised in his seat as if what had occurred happened everyday.  Perhaps 
it does the prince thought despairingly, perhaps everyday.  He sighed 
and the terminal came on.  His breath caught in his throat, he had 
never seen anything quite so beautiful in his life.
	"Good evening Prince Endymion, the Princess Serenity of the Moon 
has been delayed and will not be able to communicate for another hour.  
Please wait a while longer, we will contact you in two hours earth 
time.  Luna out."
	A low whistle was heard after the screen gone blank.  "If all the 
Lunars looks like that I'd be in women heaven."  It was definitely 
Jadeite, but this time Endymion had to agree.
	"That's the High Counselor Luna, a Mau, she answers only to the 
Queen and the Leader of the Senshi, and so I'd advise you to best be 
careful about what you say around her."  Kunzite told the golden 
General.
	"A Mau?"  The Prince questioned.
	"You don't know what a Mau is?"  The forth King asked in 
surprise.
	"No Nephlite, I don't.  Would you be so kind as to inform me?"  
The exasperated Prince asked.  His counsels blinked.  "What?"  Endymion 
asked in surprise.
	"Mau, the inhabitants of Kumong.  It is the planet between Mars 
and Jupiter.  They are half cat and half human.  Carrying shape-
shifting magik in their blood they are powerful and dangerous.  They 
also despise and mistrusts all magik other than their own powers of 
shape-shifting even though magik is in their blood and if trained well, 
they can do a lot of damage."  Zoicite told the prince, sounding like 
an old textbook.
	"Fascinating," Endymion mumbled.  "So that woman we just saw, 
Luna is it?  She can turn into a cat?"
	"Hai, of any type.  They're vicious with their claws and fans 
though, they're well into hand-to-hand combat."
	"Endymion, you should've read this by now."  The prince laughed 
nervously at the comment, all eyes turned to Kunzite.
	"Na ni?  You try forcing him to study!"  The first King said in 
annoyance.
	"You and your privacy policy Kunzite, it's so easy."  Jadeite 
needled and another argument soon begun filling the hall with laughter 
and sound.

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	So what do you think so far?  Not much action yet, but that's because 
I want to talk about the Silver Millennium's politics before I get personal.  Give 
people the whole picture ya know =)  Anyway, that's the perpose of this story, I
wanted to see where my imagination takes me.

If you wish to write to me about anything, here's my email address =)
	blue@icedream.f2s.com

Arigato!
Blue