Oracle of Dreams
Beginning Storms
By Iruka
Updated: 10:27 PM 3/17/01
Website: www.angelfire.com/anime2/iruka/index.html
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Hey, I finally sent in a story! Alright!
This is set in the Silver Millennium. Please read the
'readme' to better understand. Well, know this: Iruka
doesn't own SM or anything else. So please no suage! 
(hehehe) But please read on! Back to the show....
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 "Mother, it isn't fair! I'm your first-born! I should 
be King! Not that runt Triton!" Oceanus whined, his sea 
green eyes barely visibly between the folds of fat that 
grew like a cancerous growth across his face.

Amphitrite shook her head sadly, her long aquamarine 
hair settling around her pert but sad face in waves 
much like those of her of her villa at the edge of Kali,
the single continent of Neptune, the planet that she 
co-ruled now. Her first child, the only son of her first
husband, was a shame to her and the rest of her planet.
There was no way that Oceanus could rule Neptune. Not 
only was he morally inept, but he was corrupt. He had 
fallen for the immoral and sinister cult of Nemesis. He 
thought that just because he was the first born of a 
line of royals he automatically became Ruler. But he 
was not the son of the present king. He was the son of 
a murder. He was the son a evil man.

Not that her current husband was any better. In his 
first years of reign, Poseidon had killed thousands. 
She even had hints that he was a member of the infamous
cult as well, owing his reign itself to the evil cult.
It was true that Poseidon had won the crown only 
because he had married her, but it was also true that 
she had been forced to marry him. By her people, by her
own mother, and by the State. 

Now she was sure that nearly the entire kingdom of 
Neptune corrupted by the evil cult. Except for her 
younger children that is.

She had failed Neptune by birthing Oceanus, who whined 
rather then changed. He was weak. He should not have 
been allowed to live, but to be fed to the Ocean of 
which he was named. May hap that was the reason for her 
horror she faced now. She had not been strong enough to 
sacrifice to her sea god. 

"Mother!"

"You will not address your Queen in such a manner, even 
if she is by unfortunate circumstance your mother. Have 
you not been taught that? Have you no memory of your 
teachings? Are you such a half wit?"  King Poseidon 
sniped as he walked into the thrown room. "You are a 
son of a traitor. You are not worth the carbon that 
you take up in the seam of the universe. If it were up 
to me, you would not have survived infancy."

"I have heard it all before, Step father." Oceanus 
proudly stood as straight as he could, his rolls of 
obscene fat jiggling, pronouncing his words as though 
they were vile to his very being.

Poseidon's stormy gray eyes narrowed into dangerous 
slits as he regarded his fat stepson. "You would do 
well to remember just who I am, son of my wife."

Amphitrite shivered at the blatant threat ridding like 
an ocean chariot on Poseidon's harsh and grating voice. 
For all she hated her husband, she had never feared him 
before until that moment, until that sound.  Her soul 
shrank deep within as her body began to shake 
uncontrollably.

Oceanus, of course, the unfit fat blob of waste that 
he was, broke down into sobs of terror.

"You are dismissed." Poseidon said in disgust, waving 
the sobbing fat man away with an offhand flick of his 
thick wrist.

Oceanus raced from the hallow marble thrown room, his 
steps a dull, almost common thud on the ancient floor.

"That thing is the bane of my existence." Poseidon said 
in disgust before turning to his pale Queen. "Amphitrite,"
He began, then eased his tone to one without his 
throbbing anger, "something must be done about that 
boy."

"Do you suggest murdering my son?" Even though 
Amphitrite was terrified at that moment, her maternal 
instinct still sprang up in defense of her child, even 
one she loathed.

Poseidon sneered, but he shook his head and a faint 
grin, still murderous in its own right for it had been 
the grin she remembered seeing as Poseidon slaughtered 
a traitor a few years prior, before her very eyes, 
swiftly replaced it. "I know you can not bring yourself 
to discard that blob of fat."

It was as if he was disgusted with her for being a 
mother.

Tears would have sprang into her expressive eyes if she 
had not heard all of this many many times before. "I 
am his mother." She said simply, with great dignity.
Poseidon's grin faded into a terrible to behold grimace.

She knew that he hated her superior blood, hated 
reminders that the only reason he had any power at all 
was because he was wed to her and CO-RULED with a 
female.

Chauvinist. Amphitrite thought, but there was nothing 
she could do. The sisters fate had assured her of that.
She was forced into this life of servitude and horrors,
her only release the beauty of her planet.

And the beauty of her remaining two children, Triton 
and Kyme. Untouched by the demon of the Nemesis Cult
that had ruined her very life. Perhaps even ruined her
very world.

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Blackness...Imprisoning her. Absolute horror. Evil, 
grasping at her, ripping her hair.... A dark Queen with 
a malicious ruby red grin... Silvery light flooding her 
body, turning her into her true form... purification...
darkness making one last grasp... evil recognizing its 
impending doom...one last blast from a dying corpse... 
silver light ripping through her very being, through 
space and time itself... Evil, incinerated by the love 
that it denied itself...salvation it denied itself...
Pythia shook herself from her vision, a smile on her 
fragile, pale face. A face that in her teenage years 
had won her much pride and joy. A face that now longed 
only for the future denied her by her birth. Her smile
came at the end of many of her visions of the future,
visions of the Messiah's birth, battles, and triumphs.
In the end, evil always lost its grime battle. And hope,
truth, love, always conquered. It would be no different
in the times of Chaos and darkness in the future, the 
very soon future.

She knew that in no more then a hundred years, 
(although that in the chaos times humanity would 
live a shorter life span. For them a hundred years 
would be a lifetime, instead of a mere 13 parts of 
a life) the first, last battle with the evil she 
saw would occur and obliterate the Moon Kingdom 
and all would be sent to the future. She knew that 
the Messiah she saw was in fact Princess Serenity 
Selene. And she knew that the evil would be reborn 
and the Messiah would heal it, but in healing it 
the evil would kill itself.

That was the way of evil. It could not stand pity.
Pythia laughed softly to her self and stood from her 
mat, with a flick of her wrist extinguish her flames, 
symbolic of the immortal flames of Apollo. Apollo was 
her guide in all this madness, the light at the end of 
her tunnel if one pleased.  But he had not spoken to 
her since the Apollian Senshi had been born.

They had been perhaps the most colossal mistake of the
universe.

Meant to have been born one and whole, meant to become 
the next Queen of Solaris and keep the line of the 
Golden alive until Artemis the Silver could be born. 
But in the cruel destinies of estranged fate, a cut in 
the fold of time and space had split the egg and the 
one became two. By the ancient laws of the Gods, a 
royal born from the same womb the same time as another 
could not rule. The line of the Golden died with their 
birth.

Sure, an elder daughter had been born, but she was 
the first of the line of Silver. From her womb came Serenity Solene, 
the Queen of Silver, but not Artemis reincarnate. 
She was instead another mistake. The mother of silver, 
born without the man who would be the father of 
Artemis. 

But mistakes could be remedied. In the next incarnation,
the two would become one and Serenity Solene would 
become the mother of the silver, born from the womb 
of the last Golden one. It was even more fortunate 
that this mistake had occurred, because from the Golden
one's womb would also be born her master, Apollo 
himself. 

Her smile faded as Pythia's thoughts fell upon her 
friends of this time. No matter the joy that filled her 
when she thought of the future, ten times fold despair 
gripped her as she thought of the people of this time, 
who even though they were mistakes that had to be 
remedied, they were still human and possessing souls.

Even the future Messiah was a mistake, to be reborn 
twice in the wrong time. But necessary now that the 
first mistake, where one became two, had been created.

Pythia shook her head and smiled, her eyes crinkling up 
into folds of silver-touched skin.

I make no sense after my vision. Pythia thought to 
herself wryly, stepping onto the balcony of the second 
level of the Apollian temple. The air of the moon was 
stale to her nose, so unlike the fresh air of Earth, 
the Sun, or even Pluto, far from Moon Capitol. Farther
still was the Planet in turmoil, Nemesis, which would 
topple many a plan before it would be helpful. 
She knew more then many other of the vile cult of 
nemesis. She knew many of their plans to destroy the
worlds governments and take over the system 
government. But she knew they would fail. To many of 
the Gods were against them. Even their own God, 
Vengeful Nemesis, had abandoned them and taken form 
instead in the Erinyes Senshi, reborn also to soon. 
But all would work itself out. But she was sad that 
she would not see it happen. She was sad that no one
would see all of the wonders. But she found happiness
in the fact that she played a part in the bring of the
Prophesy.

She laughed. So many prophesies. The prophesy of 
another Golden One, to be born in the far future. She 
had made that prophesy herself. The daughter of one of
the house of Venus. A wondrous warrior unlike the 
galaxy had every seen before. Unlike many who fought 
for glory, she would fight for good. She would fight 
and sacrifice everything.

Those of the House of Venus generally knew their duties,
far above all others. Of course, many of them were 
slow to grow up, as were the cases with the last 
generation of Venusians rulers, but they knew their 
duty. And more importantly, they did their duty, no 
matter what.

Pythia reached up and released her hair from its 
confining ribbon, shaking her head, as her long, 
blood red curls fell gently to her sides from the 
confines of the ribbon. She felt young and giddy, 
lightheaded and free, a feeling that soon past. 
Although she was not yet middle aged, she was old in 
the ways of the mind.  

A giggle escaped from the curtain behind her and 
she felt her soul tug. With a wide grin to turned 
to face her young beautiful daughter, the only one 
of her line to not be an Oracle. Her line had died 
with her although her bloodline remained in Didyma.

"Didyma," She began in a scolding tone, only to 
break out in laughter. Picking up her daughter, 
she giggled like a child and soon forgot her 
pessimistic views.

Life was, after all, the greatest cure for death.

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