Sailor Draco 
Loves End 
PG-13 
1/1
 
Disclaimer = This story does NOT follow the manga or anime AT ALL. It's 
Usagi and Mamoru in another life time, one back in the medieval ages, 
there are no scouts, no crystals. The two have managed to find each other 
again but know NOTHING of the moon kingdom. Another warning: this is a 
sad story. 
Oh yeah, I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its original characters, so 
don't sue me. Please tell me what you think of the story by emailing me 
at 
Sailor_Draco@hotmail.com 

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He stood on the cliff, looking over the roaring ocean. He couldn't 
believe she was gone, he had lost her. A tear slide down his cheek, she 
had been the world to him. She had meant more to him than life itself. 
She was dead, and there was nothing he could do about it. His heart felt 
like it had been blown into several pieces. He had tried to save her, 
God how he had tried. He could still feel her near him, her warmth, 
her gentle touch, her angelic voice, her love. He could still hear her 
whisper sweet nothings in his ear. He remembered what happened as if it 
were yesterday. 

There they were, in the heat of battle. The stench of blood and decay in
the filthy air, the sounds of battle surrounding them, sword against 
sword, metal against metal. They were out numbered, but that didn't 
matter, they would never give up. They would fight to the bitter end, 
side by side. He was already fending off two enemy soldiers when another 
one had creeped behind him. It all happened so fast, as if it was a movie 
and someone had hit fast forward on the VCR. She had seen the other solider, 
had feared for him. She didn't even think, she just acted. Right when the 
enemy solider had his sword raised, ready to strike him down, she jumped 
in the way swinging her sword as he swung his. The sword went in her chest, 
pierced her skin, her heart, and went straight through, but not before her 
sword had struck that man down. He was dead instantly, she was not so 
lucky. He turned around, saw her fall, saw the violet crimson blood pour 
from her heart, saw her beautiful blue eyes look into his, heard her last 
words, "Forgive me my love." He saw her chest stop moving, ceasing to 
take in that life giving air. He screamed in anguish, swung his sword 
immediately taking down those after his life, and ran. Ran to her side, 
took her now nearly lifeless body in his arms, and held her close to 
him. Tears of pain and sorrow pouring down his face, he kept whispering 
"No, my angel, no, not her..." 
He gave a loud sounding cry that echoed off of every blade, every man, 
every stone. A bright golden light illuminated from his body, his life 
force, his magic. He put his hands over her body and tried to heal her 
wounds, drained his own life force till he couldn't take it anymore, 
but it was no use. There was to much damage, he could feel her life 
force drain away. Then she was dead, gone. His magic spread through out 
the battle field, brighter than the sun, burning like acid at those 
around him who were his enemies. The screams could be heard hundreds of
miles away, echoing of every cliff side, every tree. No one dared go 
near him, for if they did they knew it would be suicide. He would take 
down anyone that came between her and himself. She was his angel, his 
light in the darkness.Now she was gone, leaving him in this dark world 
without a beacon to guide him. 

He snapped back out of the flash back, the sea wind blowing through his 
ebony hair, the sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks below 
filled the air. He now looked down at those rocks and water below, 
another tear sliding down his cheek. He couldn't live in this dark cruel
world of heart ache and misery without her. He wouldn't live on without
her. He spread out his arms, as if they were wings and he could just fly
away. Then he jumped off the cliff side. The air pulling away from his 
body, the gravity forcing him to plummet down fast as light into the 
watery grave below. He closed his eyes, and soared down into the cold 
waters below, falling down into death. Before he hit the water, before 
his body was torn by the sharp rocks and sunk into the dark icy waters 
below, he uttered one last word, her name, "Usagi," then came death. He 
would be with his lover, his one true love again for all eternity, and 
it was only then could he truly be happy, even if it meant his own 
death. For she truly was his one and only, his soul mate, now and 
forever. 

His body hit the rocks below, his flesh was torn open, blood spewed 
from his wounds, death came instantly. Slowly the waves hit his body 
and it sunk into the dark waters below, his spirit rose up from the 
watery grave and saw her in the bright light, his angel. 

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Note: 
Those of you who think he would have gone to hell because he commited 
suicide and not heaven, (I have had several responses like that) rethink
that. Remember in the manga Princess Serenity commited suicide after 
Prince Endymion died, and she didn't go to hell. Sorry for those of 
you who don't think that, I'm just tired of getting responses with that
theory in it.