FanFiction.Net Story : True Love Just In . Directory . Columns . Dictionary . Search Log In . Register Menu- Help- TOS- Ad Blocker- Privacy Anime » Sailor Moon » True Lovetext size: (+) : (-) Author: Princess Zoisite1. Default Chapter2. True Love Part 23. True Love Part 34. True Love Part 45. True Love Part 56. True Love Part 67. True Love Part 78. True Love Part 89. True Love Part 910. True Love Part 1011. True Love Part 1112. True Love Part 12 G - English - Romance - Reviews: 7 - Published: 03-06-01 - Updated: 03-06-01 id:223145 True Love Part Five Malachite held the unconscious Zoisite in his arms. The young girl was limp against him, soft and delicate. Malachite thought that she was quite beautiful. Zoisite was, in fact, the prettiest girl that Malachite had ever seen. He wondered why the queen wanted her as a warrior for the Negaverse. Malachite returned to Beryl's Negaverse kingdom and brought Zoisite to the audience chamber of Queen Beryl. Some warriors stared at the lovely girl being carried in Malachite's arms, and whispered about her amongst themselves. "Look at her..." "So that's the one Queen Beryl wanted..." "She's just a girl..." "The fourth general..." "Oh, she is so pretty..." Queen Beryl noticed the unconscious Zoisite in Malachite's arms - a young delicate girl in a royal - looking riding dress. This girl had to become a Negaverse warrior. The Negaforce had said that Zoisite would make a good warrior, but Zoisite was such a delicate weak girl! She would need much training. "Excellent, Malachite," said Queen Beryl. "Did you have any trouble getting her?" "No trouble at all, Your Majesty," replied Malachite. "Good. Give her to me." Queen Beryl stood and held out her arms for Zoisite. Malachite handed her over to the queen. "After I have revived her I will call you back, Malachite. For now, go and prepare a room for her in your castle. You are going to train her." "One more responsibility," thought Malachite. He already was the head general and lead instructor of the magic arts. Now he was also going to be in charge of a young female warrior. Malachite did not know whether to be pleased or not. ********************************************** Several hours later, Zoisite awoke in a dark room. "Where am I?" she thought. She felt frightened. Minutes went by and Zoisite was alone in the dark cave. She could not see much except for the shadowy outlined forms of stony walls. Zoisite could not remember how she had come to be in this place at all. Her fear began to take over, making her imagine all sorts of horrid creepy things in the dark... Something irritated her leg, like a tiny creature. Zoisite panicked and made a sound like a scream and a cry. It was too cold...too dark...too scary... A scream tore from her slender throat. "Shhh!" Hands, more like claws, actually, came around Zoisite and clasped over her mouth. "Is that any way to behave?" a voice said. Zoisite's eyes widened and she gasped as she turned to look at the person who was holding her. A woman with long red hair was the owner of the clawed hands. "You are wide awake I see," said Queen Beryl. "How do you feel my dear?" Zoisite remained silent. "I know you can speak. Your scream is proof enough of that." "Um, forgive me...your...highness," began Zoisite. She assumed the woman was royalty of some sort. "But I can't remember how I got here and I feel very strange." "That is to be expected," replied Queen Beryl. "You were kidnapped and brainwashed by our enemies. The head general of our army has brought you back. I am your queen." "And...who am I?" asked Zoisite, not quite sure. "You are one of my warriors, my dear. You are being trained by Malachite." "Malachite?" The name made Zoisite feel more at ease, though she didn't know why. "Yes, dear. He is the highest general and the strongest warrior. He will train you to be a warrior and someday you can be a general." Zoisite felt confused. She just couldn't remember anything. "Come my dear, we must get you out of those clothes and into your uniform," said Queen Beryl. "I have a uniform?" asked Zoisite. "Yes, your trainee - assistant uniform. It matches the one that Malachite wears, to show that he is your teacher. He will be coming for you later, so you'd better get ready." Zoisite looked closely at the outfit she was wearing. "What about this?" she asked. "That is what you were found in. We will dispose of it and return your proper clothes to you." Zoisite stared around her, taking all of this in. "Come, girl, you must do as I say," said Queen Beryl a bit impatiently. "There...is much I don't understand," said Zoisite. How strange it was to Zoisite that she did not recognize anything around her. Queen Beryl sighed. This girl was going to need a lot of training. "Malachite will help you. You must put all your energy into becoming a good warrior for me, my dear. That will please me and please Malachite. Then, once you have mastered the ways of the Negaverse warrior, you will feel strong and confident. I want to be proud of you, Zoisite." Zoisite decided the best thing to do under her circumstances was to obey. Besides, there wasn't much else she could do. "Yes, your highness," she said softly. "Come with me," said Queen Beryl. "We will prepare you for Malachite." Queen Beryl led Zoisite to her private bedchamber. Zoisite admired the strange, dark beauty of it. The decor was dark and almost gothic like in style. The queen led Zoisite to a dark painted screen and told her to remove her princess riding outfit. Zoisite did so and put on the clothes that were waiting there for her - pale sky blue panties and a tight lace up bra, a belted grey jacket with blue trim, grey pants and tall black boots. When she was dressed, Zoisite stepped out from behind the screen so that Queen Beryl could see her. "Very nice," said Queen Beryl. "Turn around." Zoisite did so. The queen frowned, seeing the long green lace trimmed ribbon in her hair. That had to go. "Zoisite, dear, remove that ribbon for me and put this in your hair." Queen Beryl handed Zoisite a pale blue - green hairband. Zoisite removed the silky ribbons and shoved them in her pocket, under the jacket skirt. She re - bound her long hair with the band. "That's better," said Queen Beryl. "Now, you are lacking the skills of the others, so you will need special training. Malachite will be your teacher, and he will expect obedience from you, as do I." Zoisite nodded. "Yes, Your Highness." "Wait here while I summon him forth." Queen Beryl left Zoisite by herself in the room. Zoisite walked over to a tall mirror to see her reflection. She looked very military - like in the outfit. It hid the soft, gentle curves of her body that her princess gowns always enhanced. And her bra was so tight! It restricted her breasts so that they did not move. Zoisite sighed. "I suppose that warrior outfits are not too comfortable," she thought. Zoisite wondered if she would like her life here. *********************************************** Malachite heard the queen's summons from his castle. He had been arranging a place for the young female warrior to stay. He was imagining Zoisite in her dress by the lake, sweet and innocent looking. She was to be a warrior? Malachite appeared before the queen and bowed to her. "You wanted to see me, my queen?" "Yes. I have Zoisite all ready for you. I will summon her." Queen Beryl called to Zoisite with her telepathic power. There was no response. The queen sighed. "I will have to get her myself. Stay here, Malachite." Queen Beryl entered her chamber, and found Zoisite still there, sitting on the bed. She jumped up when Queen Beryl entered the room. "Zoisite! What are you doing? Why haven't you answered my call?" "I...I am sorry, I was not sure what to do," replied Zoisite, nervously fingering her hair. The queen sighed. "Come with me. Malachite is waiting for you." "What am I to do when I meet him?" asked Zoisite. "You will be courteous and respectful and obey what he tells you to do. You are his pupil. Understand?" asked the queen. "Yes," said Zoisite. She hoped that this Malachite would like her. Queen Beryl re - entered the audience chamber, followed by Zoisite. Malachite noticed that Zoisite had changed her outfit and now she was wearing a uniform in his colors. It looked good on her, although it did not enhance her breasts as well as her riding garment. Zoisite looked quite innocent and delicate, standing next to the queen with her feet together and eyes downcast, arms positioned demurely in front of her. She seemed unsure of herself in this dark place. "Zoisite, this is Lord Malachite, my lead warrior and your teacher," said Queen Beryl. Zoisite looked at the man standing before them in the chamber. He was so handsome! Her heart beat faster, and she felt her insides quiver. For a few moments she just stared at the powerful man, taking in every bit of him. Malachite turned to look at her and she felt weak under his stare. He had a definite air of superiority about him. "It is best that you begin training Zoisite right away," said Queen Beryl. "She has much to learn before she may be of service to our Negaverse. I expect you will train her in the ways of magic and warfare. You are the best, after all, Malachite." "Of course Your Majesty," replied Malachite, not taking his eyes away from the beautiful and vulnerable young girl standing uneasily at the Queen's side. "I can train Zoisite perfectly for her new position. She will become an acceptable Negaverse warrior under my personal instruction and supervision." Zoisite was slightly annoyed at Malachite's bravado. She didn't like conceited arrogant men. She knew that much, at least. "I have confidence in you, Malachite. I will expect reports on your progress with her training." "Yes, Your Majesty. I will come to you later to report my headway with her." "Good. I will leave you to your task, as I have other concerns to attend to." Queen Beryl stood up and turned to Zoisite. "Obey Malachite, my dear, and you will please me." Then the queen left to consult with the Negaforce in a separate chamber. Zoisite stood a bit uncomfortably in her spot. She had to be cautious here, in this place that was strange to her. She wondered what would happen if she failed to live up to the expectations for her. Zoisite wondered what Malachite would expect her to do. "Come here, woman, let me see you," said the arch Negaverse warrior. This was business and he would expect Zoisite to listen to him and accomplish whatever she was supposed to. Zoisite slowly crossed the distance that stood between her and Malachite. She felt herself shaking slightly. Malachite looked so intimidating. And Zoisite felt a little frightened here. It was still strange to her. She tried to shake it off, but she could not help her slight fear. Zoisite reached Malachite and stood under his gaze, not looking up at him. She kept her eyes down, feeling weak and small under Malachite's scrutiny of her. "So delicate she is," thought Malachite. "But I must train her to be a warrior, as the queen wishes." Malachite thought that Zoisite was such a lovely girl. But he could not let his feelings for the girl get in the way of his duties. "Well," began Malachite, "I can see I will have much work to do to train you." Zoisite snapped her head up. "What was that supposed to mean?" she found herself saying. She flushed when her green eyes met his silvery blue ones. Malachite noted the flush on her cheeks. He had a strong effect on this girl. "You are a weak girl, my dear. You will need lots of special training to be a warrior. It will not be easy." He smiled. "It will be quite a challenge." "I'm not so weak," said Zoisite, more to herself than to Malachite, but he heard her nonetheless. "We shall see, Zoisite," replied Malachite. "We shall see what a girl like yourself can do. But first I will show you to your living quarters. Come." Malachite opened a portal and indicated that Zoisite was to follow him. When she hesitated, looking into the dark void curiously, Malachite took her arm and pulled her through. "He likes to show his male dominance, doesn't he?" thought Zoisite dryly. Zoisite found that Malachite had brought her to a dark castle. It was very imposing, like the dwelling of some great ruler. "Does this belong to the queen?" she asked. "No, this is my castle," replied Malachite. "Since I have the rather full time task of training you, it will be easier if you live in my dwelling." "Oh," was all Zoisite could say. She didn't know what to think. This Malachite was very handsome, but he seemed a bit arrogant and cold. Or maybe it was just because he was the head warrior and he had so many responsibilities. That could go to someone's head a bit. Zoisite sighed. "Something wrong, my dear?" asked the white haired warrior. "That doesn't bother you does it?" He looked into her eyes, waiting for an answer. He hoped that he had the right amount of both dominance and tenderness in his attitude towards the young female. To give in completely to either quality would be very bad for Zoisite and himself as well. "No," replied Zoisite. "Well, maybe a little," she thought. Malachite was quite an impressive man. He could intimidate anyone, especially a young girl like herself. And the fact that he was so devestatingly handsome didn't help her. "Good," said Malachite. He led Zoisite to a small bedchamber - well, small compared with his own, which was quite large. There was a bed with a carved stone headboard, a chest of drawers that curved in and out in a strange fashion, a trunk, and a stand up mirror made of dark tinted glass. On the walls were eccentrically shaped metal candle holders and some little shelves for knickknacks. Pyjama pants and a top were laid out on the bed for her. "This room is for your use," Malachite told her. "How long does it take to become a Negaverse warrior?" asked Zoisite. She was wondering how long she would be staying there. "It takes long enough," replied Malachite cryptically. "One is always learning. It never ends. You must have patience and dedication, Zoisite. It took me most of my life to become a sorcerer." "I thought you were a warrior," said Zoisite. "I am a warrior," replied Malachite. "But I was a sorcerer first. I have dedicated my life to the study of the magic arts. Magic power is my fighting weapon." Malachite indeed recalled all of his magic ability, except thanks to Queen Beryl's spell, he now knew it as dark Negaverse power. It was Malachite's will that made the magic good or bad, but ultimately it worked for the Negaforce. "Oh," said Zoisite. "It must be easy for you then." "Nothing is easy, Zoisite. Being a Negaverse warrior, magical or not, is a lot of work." "But with your magic you can defeat enemies faster and better," said Zoisite. "This being a warrior and fighting all the time sounds so draining." Zoisite flushed. She must sound pretty dumb to Malachite. And weak as well, which was not the impression she wanted to give. But she was confused and not quite sure of herself at the moment. "That is true," said Malachite. "Sometimes. But you have magic in you, Zoisite, so do not fear." Malachite knew how hard this must be for her. "Me?" said Zoisite. "Magic?" Was she? "Yes," said Malachite. "You would not have been chosen if you did not possess a magical ability and strength. We were picked for our positions because we have certain capabilities." "I don't remember," said Zoisite. Malachite wanted to help Zoisite build her confidence. He would have to help her to discover the magic and the power within her. "Come here." He motioned for her to take his hands. Zoisite did so. She felt a curious aura of power. "Malachite's, no doubt," she thought. "Do you feel that, Zoisite?" asked Malachite. I can feel that power flowing inside you as well. It needs to be nurtured, but it is very much there within you." "It is?" questioned Zoisite. She could feel a little something, but she couldn't tell from where it came. "Where?" "Here," said Malachite, squeezing her hands. "And here." He touched her forehead. "And here." He touched her chest. "It is everywhere inside you. It is a part of your being. I can feel it." "Yes," said Zoisite. "I can feel something." "You have a magical force inside you, Zoisite. You were gifted with it. Being a master sorcerer, I can help you unlock it." Malachite hesitated. This would involve personal contact, but it was his duty. He would have to control his feelings for the girl. "Would you like to learn a conjuring spell Zoisite?" he asked. "I can show you." "Yes," said Zoisite. If she had this power, she sure wanted to be able to use it. "Come to me," said Malachite. "My powers will help you." Malachite drew her close to him, and leaned his forehead to hers. Zoisite was a little startled. She felt an incredible force emanating from Malachite. "Concentration is key," said Malachite. "You must focus." "On what?" asked Zoisite. "Whatever it is that you wish to do. Your magic can be such a powerful tool, Zoisite, if used properly. You can create magic weapons to defeat your enemies. Such as my own." Malachite demonstrated by conjuring up one of his weapons, a deadly boomerang shaped slicing dagger. "Wow," thought Zoisite. She could feel so much strength in Malachite's body. She trembled a little from the strong force of his magic power. "You will need a weapon as well, Zoisite." Malachite pulled back and looked thoughtful. "Perhaps crystal based, since you are a crystal soreceress's descendant." "Hmmm?" Malachite seemed to know more about her than she did. "Yes, I can tell by looking at you that you have crystal power in your blood. And there is your name as well." He smiled. "Zoisite is a powerful crystal form." Zoisite mentally digested this. She found herself staring into Malachite's eyes, wondering what else he knew. Malachite cleared his throat. "Yes, well, you must learn to conjure." He leaned against Zoisite's forehead again. "Close your eyes. Clear your mind of thoughts and concentrate. Concentrate on forming a crystal. Imagine what it will look like, feel like, its weight and size." Zoisite concentrated her thoughts on a long sharp crystal, like an icicle. She could see a vision of it in her mind. A soft light began to glow in her hand. "That's it," said Malachite. "Keep it up." Zoisite took deep breaths. This was taking a lot of her strength. She felt her hand grow warm with power. "Come on," said Malachite. "Push with your mind." He leaned into her and channeled some of his vibrations to her. "Like this." Zoisite tried harder. The light took on a shape and slowly began to materialize into a solid form. Something inside her was trying to emerge, like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon. Excited, she concentrated all her strength on the crystal, wanting to hold it and sense it. She panted with the effort. The form grew harder, and eventually Zoisite could grip a solid crystal, which was shaped to make a good dagger for fighting. Awed, she held it out for Malachite to see. "Good," said Malachite. "You see, you can do it if you try." "Oh, it takes so much energy!" gasped Zoisite. "As you get better, it will not drain you so much. You will be able to do it with ease, like this." Malachite easily created a small crescent weapon. Zoisite hoped so. She didn't want to feel wiped out every time she cast a spell. "Rest now," said Malachite. "We must go slowly at first, until you get better. Tomorrow you will learn more. I will send a servant to you with a meal." Malachite turned and exited her bedchamber. When he was gone, Zoisite undressed herself and put on her pyjamas. She was glad to get out of that uniform and into her bed. When her meal arrived a few minutes later, she was so sleepy she barely heard the servant come in. Zoisite drifted off to sleep, with visions of crystals and Malachite dancing through her dreams. Submit ReviewReport Possible AbuseAdd Story to FavoritesAdd Author to FavoritesAdd Author to Author AlertAdd Story to C2 Archive 1. Default Chapter2. True Love Part 23. True Love Part 34. True Love Part 45. True Love Part 56. True Love Part 67. True Love Part 78. True Love Part 89. 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