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Bree's First Transformation - Sailor Zephyrus Appears

Bree collapsed on her bed – her own bed, not a hospital bed.  Her two roommates were glad to see that she was home.  She wasn't thrilled that she was still stiff, although it had confounded the doctors how she survived the hit and run without any major injuries.  It wasn't that fact that really concerned Bree, but the fact that the police considered the accident intentional.  Someone had wanted to hurt her.  Although the nice officers seemed busy these days, with similar accidents happening to girls all over the province.

"Do you need anything?" Grace asked, poking her head into Bree's room.  Bree shook her head.  She had missed Grace while in the hospital.  The chubby brunette always seemed to be a in a good mood.  Bree usually appreciated Grace's maternal attitude, but today she just wanted to rest.  Constantly being accosted by police officers, nurses, and her parents, this was a haven.  She was back in her own place.  Someone had taped the small article the paper ran on her hit and run on her door.  How thoughtful of them.

School would not be fun tomorrow.  She had to make up for everything she missed.  She hoped her grades wouldn't suffer.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Here are all the notes you missed, Gabrielle!"

The many acquaintances in her small classes were just handing Bree notes.  It was very nice of them, reading the article about her in the paper.  She didn't even need a doctor's note.  The newspaper article sufficed as a reason to why she missed class.  With all the different notes, she should be able to get everything she needed from the missed lectures.

She left the school, opting for a detour through the park.  She felt like a little run after her rough day of trying to catch up after a week out of lectures.

"Why me?" she groaned out loud, kicking up leaves.

"Because you wouldn't die, like I wanted you to."

Bree pivoted, flinging her book bag into the leaves.   Sure enough, there was a tall muscular girl behind her, blonde hair spiked, green eyes flaming.  Her eyes were murderous.  Her stance screamed malicious intent.  Bree recognized her.  She was a senior on the track team, the only one ranked better than Bree.  Her name was Ally, and she was a jealous individual.

"Ally, I don't understand."  Bree backed away from the taller girl.  She knew she couldn't take her in a fight, and she wasn't sure if she could outrun her today.

"You're my competition, the only real threat to my Olympic dream.  If they pick you then it's all over.  So they told me to get rid of you, and then all of our problems would go away."

With a quick glance, Bree could tell the park was deserted all the way to the nearest streets and buildings.  No one could or would hear her scream, and no way could she outrun Ally, star of the university track team.

"Ally, think about this.  You could say that you didn't realize I was in the street.  I'll testify to that.  Just don't do what you are about to."  Bree backed off the path, attempting to pick her book bag up.  That was the only weapon she had if Ally really tried to get violent.

"I want you dead, Bree.  Your starseed shines too bright. It hurts us."

Starseed!?!  Us?  What was Ally talking about?  Her back hit a tree, and Bree looked up.  There was a branch she could grab.  Hopefully she could get very high, very fast.  She was lighter than Ally, so she could get to a spot where she couldn't reach her.  Beside's she was a champion tree climber when she was a child.  With a breath, she grabbed and swung, catching the branch with her legs and pulling herself up.  Ally began to laugh.

"Pitiful.  You actually think that will stop me?"  Ally laughed, menacingly.  She advanced on the tree, growing larger.  Her skin began to darken, the green in her eyes beginning to bleed out from her irises, into the whites and pupils.  Her nails grew into claws.  "Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty.  You don't want to be stuck in that tree do you?  I will get you down quickly."  The monster that had been Ally reached up with one hand.  Bree quickly scrambled higher into the tree.

"What will save you this time, Bree?"  Ally advanced further.  More frightened than she had ever been in her life, Bree grabbed the next branch.  It snapped off in her hand.  Reaching the highest point that would support her weight, the trapped woman shot another glance at her attacker.  Ally's transformation was complete.  She was a full seven feet tall, her skin gray.  The green eyes were glowing in a now pointed face.  Her hair had turned into real blonde spikes.  Her clothes had turned into a neon running suit.  Shoes gone, both her finger and toe nails had become claws.  At that moment, Bree truly wished that Ally had killed her the first time.  It would have been quicker and less painful.

"Are you going to fly away?  Or are you waiting for something?" the monster queried.  She took a swipe at the tree.  It shook beneath Bree, and she prayed to whatever would listen.

"Jump, Bree!"

A gust of wind shot through the park, shaking all of the trees, including Bree's.  A blonde girl appeared at the end of the path.

"Jump!"

Bree realized it was the blonde girl talking to her in that strange, wispy voice.  She looked at the ground.  It was a good thirty feet away.  The blonde girl ran, towards the monster, and passed through her.

Not believing her eyes, Bree then did not trust her ears in the next second.

"Take out that buttefly charm you have in your pocket!" Bree was surprised.  How did she know that she had kept the butterfly charm in her hoody pocket all day?

Below, the monster's attention was turned to the non-corporeal blonde in the funny outfit.

Bree took the charm out of her pocket.  It felt glowing hot in her hand.  A phrase floated in her head, like something she should remember.  It was right there, she just had to say it.

"West Wind Metamorphosis!" she shouted.

And then my life changed forever.  Those are the three words I can never take back.  And I'm dedicated to the life they opened.

The butterfly flew up above Bree's head, streaming ribbons behind it.  The ribbons became a chrysalis.  Suddenly Bree burst out of it, but she wasn't just Bree anymore.  Her clothes had changed.  A long purple, fingerless glove was on her right arm, and a shorter, light blue fingerless glove on her left hand.  She was wearing bright blue boots trimmed with black.  Instead of pants, she was now wearing a dark blue skort with purple shorts underneath. A blue, short top covered her torso.  The butterfly rested in the middle of her chest, where the two sides of a blue sailor collar met.  Around her neck was a black chocker.

"Warrior?!?" the monster cried in surprise.  It backed from the tree, unsure of what to do now.  She hadn't been prepared for a sailor warrior.

Bree had no clue what had happened to her.  Her clothes had transformed, and she also felt…. different.  Something like a renewed, enhanced power filled her body.  The feeling was exhilarating.

"Hurry and fight!" the blonde apparition commanded.

"Fight how?" Bree asked, but somehow she already knew the answer.  She leapt from the tree, landing nimbly behind the monster Ally.  It turned to face Bree, which was an advantage to the warrior.  She made a motion with her right hand, as if to throw something.  It was instinctive.

"Razor Rain!"

Driving rain, ice-like raindrops shot from her hand.  They swirled around Ally a few seconds before disappearing, leaving Ally covering in shiny green blood and open gouges.

"GRAHHH!" the monster screamed.  "How dare you do that to me, warrior?!"  It lunged toward Bree, arm, claw outstretched.  Bree dodged.  The monster came at her again, and again she dodged easily.  Ally was not a track star in this monster form.  She was clumsy in the new body.

"Finish her off," the blonde girl said, obviously giving another command.  Bree nodded, dodging another slash.

"Razor Rain!"  Bree made several throwing motions.  The monster was covered in rain, as if caught in a storm.  It screamed a horrible nails-on-chalkboard sound.  The water exploded outward.  Bree raised her arms to protect her face.  Feeling no cuts or water on her skin at all, Bree looked.  The rain, and the monster, had disappeared.  The only occupants left in the park where Bree and the strange, ghost-like blonde.

"What the hell was that?" Bree asked.

She was back to her regular clothes, out of the uniform she now knew she could transform into whenever she shouted her transformation phrase while touching her transformation item, the blue butterfly charm.  Bree was more than a little confused about the whole thing.

First of all, the blonde girl that appeared to her and now sitting on her bed was actually an ancient spirit, Sailor Mene.  Apparently, she came from the moon.

Second, Bree was actually Sailor Zephyrus, a sailor warrior.  Or at least she was when she transformed.  That had something to do with how she came out of the hit and run with very little injuries.

Third, she had some sort of mission that Mene had to fill her in on.

Life was about to get very interesting.

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Bree's First Transformation - Sailor Zephyrus Appears

Bree collapsed on her bed – her own bed, not a hospital bed.  Her two roommates were glad to see that she was home.  She wasn't thrilled that she was still stiff, although it had confounded the doctors how she survived the hit and run without any major injuries.  It wasn't that fact that really concerned Bree, but the fact that the police considered the accident intentional.  Someone had wanted to hurt her.  Although the nice officers seemed busy these days, with similar accidents happening to girls all over the province.

"Do you need anything?" Grace asked, poking her head into Bree's room.  Bree shook her head.  She had missed Grace while in the hospital.  The chubby brunette always seemed to be a in a good mood.  Bree usually appreciated Grace's maternal attitude, but today she just wanted to rest.  Constantly being accosted by police officers, nurses, and her parents, this was a haven.  She was back in her own place.  Someone had taped the small article the paper ran on her hit and run on her door.  How thoughtful of them.

School would not be fun tomorrow.  She had to make up for everything she missed.  She hoped her grades wouldn't suffer.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"Here are all the notes you missed, Gabrielle!"

The many acquaintances in her small classes were just handing Bree notes.  It was very nice of them, reading the article about her in the paper.  She didn't even need a doctor's note.  The newspaper article sufficed as a reason to why she missed class.  With all the different notes, she should be able to get everything she needed from the missed lectures.

She left the school, opting for a detour through the park.  She felt like a little run after her rough day of trying to catch up after a week out of lectures.

"Why me?" she groaned out loud, kicking up leaves.

"Because you wouldn't die, like I wanted you to."

Bree pivoted, flinging her book bag into the leaves.   Sure enough, there was a tall muscular girl behind her, blonde hair spiked, green eyes flaming.  Her eyes were murderous.  Her stance screamed malicious intent.  Bree recognized her.  She was a senior on the track team, the only one ranked better than Bree.  Her name was Ally, and she was a jealous individual.

"Ally, I don't understand."  Bree backed away from the taller girl.  She knew she couldn't take her in a fight, and she wasn't sure if she could outrun her today.

"You're my competition, the only real threat to my Olympic dream.  If they pick you then it's all over.  So they told me to get rid of you, and then all of our problems would go away."

With a quick glance, Bree could tell the park was deserted all the way to the nearest streets and buildings.  No one could or would hear her scream, and no way could she outrun Ally, star of the university track team.

"Ally, think about this.  You could say that you didn't realize I was in the street.  I'll testify to that.  Just don't do what you are about to."  Bree backed off the path, attempting to pick her book bag up.  That was the only weapon she had if Ally really tried to get violent.

"I want you dead, Bree.  Your starseed shines too bright. It hurts us."

Starseed!?!  Us?  What was Ally talking about?  Her back hit a tree, and Bree looked up.  There was a branch she could grab.  Hopefully she could get very high, very fast.  She was lighter than Ally, so she could get to a spot where she couldn't reach her.  Beside's she was a champion tree climber when she was a child.  With a breath, she grabbed and swung, catching the branch with her legs and pulling herself up.  Ally began to laugh.

"Pitiful.  You actually think that will stop me?"  Ally laughed, menacingly.  She advanced on the tree, growing larger.  Her skin began to darken, the green in her eyes beginning to bleed out from her irises, into the whites and pupils.  Her nails grew into claws.  "Come here, kitty, kitty, kitty.  You don't want to be stuck in that tree do you?  I will get you down quickly."  The monster that had been Ally reached up with one hand.  Bree quickly scrambled higher into the tree.

"What will save you this time, Bree?"  Ally advanced further.  More frightened than she had ever been in her life, Bree grabbed the next branch.  It snapped off in her hand.  Reaching the highest point that would support her weight, the trapped woman shot another glance at her attacker.  Ally's transformation was complete.  She was a full seven feet tall, her skin gray.  The green eyes were glowing in a now pointed face.  Her hair had turned into real blonde spikes.  Her clothes had turned into a neon running suit.  Shoes gone, both her finger and toe nails had become claws.  At that moment, Bree truly wished that Ally had killed her the first time.  It would have been quicker and less painful.

"Are you going to fly away?  Or are you waiting for something?" the monster queried.  She took a swipe at the tree.  It shook beneath Bree, and she prayed to whatever would listen.

"Jump, Bree!"

A gust of wind shot through the park, shaking all of the trees, including Bree's.  A blonde girl appeared at the end of the path.

"Jump!"

Bree realized it was the blonde girl talking to her in that strange, wispy voice.  She looked at the ground.  It was a good thirty feet away.  The blonde girl ran, towards the monster, and passed through her.

Not believing her eyes, Bree then did not trust her ears in the next second.

"Take out that buttefly charm you have in your pocket!" Bree was surprised.  How did she know that she had kept the butterfly charm in her hoody pocket all day?

Below, the monster's attention was turned to the non-corporeal blonde in the funny outfit.

Bree took the charm out of her pocket.  It felt glowing hot in her hand.  A phrase floated in her head, like something she should remember.  It was right there, she just had to say it.

"West Wind Metamorphosis!" she shouted.

And then my life changed forever.  Those are the three words I can never take back.  And I'm dedicated to the life they opened.

The butterfly flew up above Bree's head, streaming ribbons behind it.  The ribbons became a chrysalis.  Suddenly Bree burst out of it, but she wasn't just Bree anymore.  Her clothes had changed.  A long purple, fingerless glove was on her right arm, and a shorter, light blue fingerless glove on her left hand.  She was wearing bright blue boots trimmed with black.  Instead of pants, she was now wearing a dark blue skort with purple shorts underneath. A blue, short top covered her torso.  The butterfly rested in the middle of her chest, where the two sides of a blue sailor collar met.  Around her neck was a black chocker.

"Warrior?!?" the monster cried in surprise.  It backed from the tree, unsure of what to do now.  She hadn't been prepared for a sailor warrior.

Bree had no clue what had happened to her.  Her clothes had transformed, and she also felt…. different.  Something like a renewed, enhanced power filled her body.  The feeling was exhilarating.

"Hurry and fight!" the blonde apparition commanded.

"Fight how?" Bree asked, but somehow she already knew the answer.  She leapt from the tree, landing nimbly behind the monster Ally.  It turned to face Bree, which was an advantage to the warrior.  She made a motion with her right hand, as if to throw something.  It was instinctive.

"Razor Rain!"

Driving rain, ice-like raindrops shot from her hand.  They swirled around Ally a few seconds before disappearing, leaving Ally covering in shiny green blood and open gouges.

"GRAHHH!" the monster screamed.  "How dare you do that to me, warrior?!"  It lunged toward Bree, arm, claw outstretched.  Bree dodged.  The monster came at her again, and again she dodged easily.  Ally was not a track star in this monster form.  She was clumsy in the new body.

"Finish her off," the blonde girl said, obviously giving another command.  Bree nodded, dodging another slash.

"Razor Rain!"  Bree made several throwing motions.  The monster was covered in rain, as if caught in a storm.  It screamed a horrible nails-on-chalkboard sound.  The water exploded outward.  Bree raised her arms to protect her face.  Feeling no cuts or water on her skin at all, Bree looked.  The rain, and the monster, had disappeared.  The only occupants left in the park where Bree and the strange, ghost-like blonde.

"What the hell was that?" Bree asked.

She was back to her regular clothes, out of the uniform she now knew she could transform into whenever she shouted her transformation phrase while touching her transformation item, the blue butterfly charm.  Bree was more than a little confused about the whole thing.

First of all, the blonde girl that appeared to her and now sitting on her bed was actually an ancient spirit, Sailor Mene.  Apparently, she came from the moon.

Second, Bree was actually Sailor Zephyrus, a sailor warrior.  Or at least she was when she transformed.  That had something to do with how she came out of the hit and run with very little injuries.

Third, she had some sort of mission that Mene had to fill her in on.

Life was about to get very interesting.