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Another Enemy in the Library – Public Revelation

Sitting back, quite relaxed, Bree let her mind wander.  Her last midterm was written.  Now all she had to do was write one paper, and then try to keep up for finals.  At the same time, try and find the host of Sailor Mene's starseed while trying to fend off random attacks of monsters and strange men.  Yes, relax.

Following the herd to her next class, she was shocked to see a bunch of kids sitting in the lecture hall.  Why were high school kids sitting in her history lecture?

"For those of you staring at the gaggle of children occupying your seats," Professor Closson explained as she walked into the room, "they are a grade ten class from one of the schools just outside the city.  They are spending some time at the university as a part of deciding what they want to do with their lives.  And since their principal happens to be my sister-in-law, I have let them sit in on this lecture.  Only half of you show up normally anyway.  Which is a pity because I plan on revealing our major idea for the next two weeks."  Bree smiled at Closson, who knew Bree quite well.  For some reason, profs, bosses, teachers, and just authority figures in general seemed to like Bree a little bit more than her peers.  Bree figured it was because of her peculiar work ethic.

It took the whole hike up to her seat before Bree noticed the two girls sitting in her usual "spot".  Two slender, pretty high school girls in fact.  The type that were one of Bree's banes when she was fifteen.  The one sitting in the spot Bree had occupied since the first day in September was fair skinned, blue eyed, and blonde.  It was a similar description of Bree, but this girl had an air of confidence Bree never had at fifteen.  And her hair was more than just blonde.  It was so long it flowed down the back of the chair and hit the floor on the next step up in a pale golden waterfall.  She also had the blunt bangs everyone thought were in style, but Bree despised because only a few people could pull it off.  This particular girl needed to use fewer products and let the bangs fall naturally.

"Excuse me, but I sit here," Bree managed as politely as she could.  The petite, mousy haired girl beside the blonde gave Bree a skeptical look, but it was the blonde who spoke.

"They said we could sit anywhere.  It's a big lecture hall, and I'm sure you can sit somewhere else for the day.  Besides we're all settled in," she said in a light, cheery voice.  She wasn't even being rude or sarcastic, not in an obvious way at least.  Bree couldn't believe her ears.  Who was this little teen?

Throughout the whole lecture, Bree wondered if she was imagining Professor Closson dumbing down his usual tirade for the benefit of today's guests?  While she and the rest of the class filed out, leaving the youngsters behind to whatever activity awaited them; Bree felt a slight twinge in her senses.  It wasn't a negative feeling, and it wasn't any other type of identifiable feeling, just a different feeling in the air.

Since her history class was the last in her schedule of the day, Bree decided she deserved to take a break from the life of a planetary warrior and would spend the day in the library working on her paper.

Although all the books she needed were on the second floor, she headed up to the fourth floor where real work could be done.  Oddly, when she got up to the floor, it was crowded.  The history and languages floor was usually sparsely populated for the simple reason of subject matter.  One of her older friends had told her the first day she came to the city, that if she really wanted to study she should pick the fourth floor.  People made out on the fifth and did even naughtier things in the covered cubicles of the sixth.  Bree only went up there when she had to retrieve a specific book.  She didn't think she would ever be up there with a member of the opposite sex doing anything remotely interesting.

The reason for the gaggle of people (notably female) was the very good looking captain of the university football team.  Bree remembered reading in the bios at the first football game that he was a linguistics' major.  So he was up here, but what where they, in high school?  She couldn't believe there were people up here goggling.  Some adults never outgrew their adolescence.

She ignored the people and found her favourite cubicle in the corner with the two big windows.  She dropped the big books and pulled out her little notebook.

"Ummm, excuse me," said a nervous, but light voice.  Bree looked up.  Standing beside her was the girl that had been sitting in her seat in the history lecture.

Bree raised her eyebrows, "Yes?"

The entirety of the girl's confidence seemed to have left her now that she was on her own.  "Have you seen a girl about five feet tall with shoulder length dirty blonde hair?"

Bree hadn't seen the other girl, so she just shook her head.  She didn't think the girl remembered her.  Bree would just be another face she saw in the whole day at the university.  She obviously didn't know much about university because she was asking someone studying in a corner cubicle if she had seen anybody.  The corner cubicle was picked for privacy and quiet.

The blonde walked off, hunting for her lost friend.  She wondered at the teacher, letting fifteen year olds wander the university alone, unsupervised.  Bree hadn't even had her nose in her book for five minutes when someone else interrupted her.  It was the blonde's mousy-haired friend.  If the blonde was nervous, this girl was downright timid.

"Have you seen my friend, the blonde that was sitting with me this morning?  I think you saw us in your history class?" the girl asked.  Bree was surprised this one remembered.  She was starting to get a feel for the duo in the few brief encounters she'd had with them.

"I have seen her.  She stopped here looking for you, like five minutes ago," Bree replied.

The girl slumped.  "I told her to wait for me.  Stupid self-guided tour."

Bree's eyes widened.  "Your teacher let you go on a self-guided tour?"

"Yeah," the girl answered.  "She said it would be a learning experience and build character.  I stopped to look at this one book one floor down, and now I can't find Chandra – that's my friend's name."

Bree got up.  She was supposed to be a planet warrior, and maybe helping out lost and confused people was part of her job description.  As well, lost high school students weren't good for the image of the university.  Also, if she helped the girls out, maybe she would be left alone to study.

"I'll help you find her.  She couldn't have gone far.  And if she's on the fifth floor, she might get scared down," Bree said.

"Why would she be scared off the fifth floor?"

"Well, maybe she wouldn't.  And I think it's too early for her to be freaked right off the sixth floor."

The girl was giving Bree a funny look, but since Bree didn't feel like explaining and the girl didn't pursue the topic, it was dropped.

It was somewhere in the ancient Sanskrit section that Bree heard the chorus of screams.  Not even giving at a second thought, Bree bolted to a secluded cubby, pulling her butterfly out of her pocket as she ran.

"West Wind Metamorphosis!"

"Let me see your starseed," the monster literally hissed.  The captain of the football team was struggling as hard as he could again the blue-scaled snake woman.

"Let him go," Sailor Zephyrus shouted, feeling like a real superhero.  She came to the fight from the side, making it easy for her to execute her next move.  Making a silent apology to the library staff, she raised her right hand, "Gale…"  She felt the power gather as she brought her hand up.  Once her arm was outstretched as far as it could go, she threw it down to shoulder level, point-blank aim at the snake woman. "FORCE!"

The snake woman was blown clear to the far wall of the library, with no one unfortunate enough to be in her path.  Zephyrus raced down to it, ready to finish it off.  Just before she was about to land a flying kick to the dazed creature's head, it disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.  Quickly, Zephyrus glanced around to see if it had teleported or something of the like.  Instead of the snake woman, she noticed a new adversity.  A purple haired woman with dark skin was holding the football captain by the throat. She gave off the same chilling feeling the man Zephyrus had met by the river did.  It was something worse than negative energy that froze the blonde warrior, stopping any attack.  It was the bone-chilling smile that played along the woman's lips when she turned to Zephyrus.

"Are you watching, little warrior?" the woman's voice played down the library to where Zephyr stood transfixed.  With horror, Zephyr watched the woman draw back her hand, than plunge it lightning quick into the football captain's throat.

A bright white light flashed, quickly disappearing.  The flash broke Zephyrus's trance, and she was able to run down the hallway towards the woman.  There was no finesse in her attack; she simply barreled into the woman.  Her hand withdrawn from the magical cavity in the man's neck, she flew only as far as the warrior's weight could throw her: into the nearest bookshelf.  Before the woman could recover, Zephyrus examined the now-unconscious victim.  He appeared unharmed except for a black diamond shape on his Adam's apple.

The woman got up and was at Zephyrus's back in a flash.  With only a stirring of air to warn her, Zephyrus leaped, taking the football captain with her.  Weighed down significantly, she didn't go very far.  However, it was far enough to drag the poor man out of the narrow lane that had just become an arena.

People seemed to sense the oncoming fight, and instead of leaving the library, like smart people they stuck around to gawk at the spectacle.  All Zephyrus wanted to say to them was "Fuck off and get to safety already!" but her attention was otherwise occupied.

"So you're the little warrior we're supposed to get rid of," the woman mused.  Zephyrus moved back into the lane.  Obstacles would only hinder her attacks, not help her.  "You seem formidable, though I wonder why Thyst did not just get rid of you," she continued to appraise Zephyrus.

Thyst must be the man who attacked her by the river, she thought.  She then noticed how much the two looked alike.  They had to be siblings, or some sort of creation cut from a very similar mold.  And she was toying with Zephyrus just as the purple-haired man had.

It was Zephyrus who attacked first.

"Razor Rain!" she cried, scattering the attack everywhere with a hope no one but the intended target was hit.  Her scatter-shot had the intended effect.  It surprised the woman and wherever she tried to go was filled with magical shrapnel.  Zephyrus kept shredding the air, and basically anything around her.  Finally the woman shrieked and threw a blast of purple energy at Zephyrus.  The blonde attempted the dodge, but she caught her foot on a book and fell flat on her face.  The blast of energy smashed into her like a tank. She flew right into the nearest bookshelf.  The battered warrior quickly recovered, and raised her right hand, gathering energy quickly.

"Gale Force!" she said, letting the winds fly throughout the library.  She got the intended result, with a little extra bonus.  The woman went flying, but into a window, shattering the glass and falling through.  Zephyrus was at it in a shot, but there was no trace of anyone on the ground.  Like the man, who she now knew was called Thyst, the woman had completely disappeared.  All that was on the ground was shiny bits Zephyrus took to be bits of glass, and some very shocked people.  Turning back to the library, she groaned.  It was a mess.  Time to disappear, she thought to herself.

Just as Zephyrus was about to leave, she noticed the crowd.

"You're that woman from the news," a boy said, stepping forward.  All Zephyrus could do was nod.  A few people were helping the now-conscious football captain, one a tiny pretty brunette.

"Thanks," it was the brunette speaking.  The football captain nodded in acknowledgment.  "Who are you anyway?"

This was an opportunity, and Zephyr could feel it.  "I'm Sailor Zephyrus, a warrior protecting the planet from evil scum like that," she jerked her thumb towards the window.  "Don't worry, the wind warrior's protecting you."

With that, she jumped out the window and vanished.

Later that night, Bree lay in the dark of her apartment, mulling the day over.  Actually, she was mulling all her fights over.  She considered it.  She was really lucky, and that's the reason she had been winning.  And what stupidity had made her jump out of a fourth story window!?  Her abilities as Sailor Zephyrus were amazing, but she barely landed that jump.

"I need to train," she muttered, rolling over and snuggling deeper into her bed.  There was a lot of shuffling going on from Steph's room next door, which Bree was going to promptly ignore.

"BOTH OF YOU ARE INCOMPETANT!" Garon bellowed.  Ame and Thyst cringed.  "You both had her under her fingertips and you let her go!"

"I didn't think she would be a bother," Thyst tried to excuse himself.

"She cut me!" Ame whined.  The woman was covered with bruises and cuts from head to toe.

Garon contained his fury at the both of them, because he still needed pawns.  "I don't care what it takes, but next time you face her, kill her," he ordered.  He turned away, retreating to his own quarters.  He wanted that warrior out of the way, and to add her starseed to his large collection.  But most of all, he wanted the silver starseed of this system, and then maybe he could find the fabled Solar starseed of the Sol system.

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Another Enemy in the Library – Public Revelation

Sitting back, quite relaxed, Bree let her mind wander.  Her last midterm was written.  Now all she had to do was write one paper, and then try to keep up for finals.  At the same time, try and find the host of Sailor Mene's starseed while trying to fend off random attacks of monsters and strange men.  Yes, relax.

Following the herd to her next class, she was shocked to see a bunch of kids sitting in the lecture hall.  Why were high school kids sitting in her history lecture?

"For those of you staring at the gaggle of children occupying your seats," Professor Closson explained as she walked into the room, "they are a grade ten class from one of the schools just outside the city.  They are spending some time at the university as a part of deciding what they want to do with their lives.  And since their principal happens to be my sister-in-law, I have let them sit in on this lecture.  Only half of you show up normally anyway.  Which is a pity because I plan on revealing our major idea for the next two weeks."  Bree smiled at Closson, who knew Bree quite well.  For some reason, profs, bosses, teachers, and just authority figures in general seemed to like Bree a little bit more than her peers.  Bree figured it was because of her peculiar work ethic.

It took the whole hike up to her seat before Bree noticed the two girls sitting in her usual "spot".  Two slender, pretty high school girls in fact.  The type that were one of Bree's banes when she was fifteen.  The one sitting in the spot Bree had occupied since the first day in September was fair skinned, blue eyed, and blonde.  It was a similar description of Bree, but this girl had an air of confidence Bree never had at fifteen.  And her hair was more than just blonde.  It was so long it flowed down the back of the chair and hit the floor on the next step up in a pale golden waterfall.  She also had the blunt bangs everyone thought were in style, but Bree despised because only a few people could pull it off.  This particular girl needed to use fewer products and let the bangs fall naturally.

"Excuse me, but I sit here," Bree managed as politely as she could.  The petite, mousy haired girl beside the blonde gave Bree a skeptical look, but it was the blonde who spoke.

"They said we could sit anywhere.  It's a big lecture hall, and I'm sure you can sit somewhere else for the day.  Besides we're all settled in," she said in a light, cheery voice.  She wasn't even being rude or sarcastic, not in an obvious way at least.  Bree couldn't believe her ears.  Who was this little teen?

Throughout the whole lecture, Bree wondered if she was imagining Professor Closson dumbing down his usual tirade for the benefit of today's guests?  While she and the rest of the class filed out, leaving the youngsters behind to whatever activity awaited them; Bree felt a slight twinge in her senses.  It wasn't a negative feeling, and it wasn't any other type of identifiable feeling, just a different feeling in the air.

Since her history class was the last in her schedule of the day, Bree decided she deserved to take a break from the life of a planetary warrior and would spend the day in the library working on her paper.

Although all the books she needed were on the second floor, she headed up to the fourth floor where real work could be done.  Oddly, when she got up to the floor, it was crowded.  The history and languages floor was usually sparsely populated for the simple reason of subject matter.  One of her older friends had told her the first day she came to the city, that if she really wanted to study she should pick the fourth floor.  People made out on the fifth and did even naughtier things in the covered cubicles of the sixth.  Bree only went up there when she had to retrieve a specific book.  She didn't think she would ever be up there with a member of the opposite sex doing anything remotely interesting.

The reason for the gaggle of people (notably female) was the very good looking captain of the university football team.  Bree remembered reading in the bios at the first football game that he was a linguistics' major.  So he was up here, but what where they, in high school?  She couldn't believe there were people up here goggling.  Some adults never outgrew their adolescence.

She ignored the people and found her favourite cubicle in the corner with the two big windows.  She dropped the big books and pulled out her little notebook.

"Ummm, excuse me," said a nervous, but light voice.  Bree looked up.  Standing beside her was the girl that had been sitting in her seat in the history lecture.

Bree raised her eyebrows, "Yes?"

The entirety of the girl's confidence seemed to have left her now that she was on her own.  "Have you seen a girl about five feet tall with shoulder length dirty blonde hair?"

Bree hadn't seen the other girl, so she just shook her head.  She didn't think the girl remembered her.  Bree would just be another face she saw in the whole day at the university.  She obviously didn't know much about university because she was asking someone studying in a corner cubicle if she had seen anybody.  The corner cubicle was picked for privacy and quiet.

The blonde walked off, hunting for her lost friend.  She wondered at the teacher, letting fifteen year olds wander the university alone, unsupervised.  Bree hadn't even had her nose in her book for five minutes when someone else interrupted her.  It was the blonde's mousy-haired friend.  If the blonde was nervous, this girl was downright timid.

"Have you seen my friend, the blonde that was sitting with me this morning?  I think you saw us in your history class?" the girl asked.  Bree was surprised this one remembered.  She was starting to get a feel for the duo in the few brief encounters she'd had with them.

"I have seen her.  She stopped here looking for you, like five minutes ago," Bree replied.

The girl slumped.  "I told her to wait for me.  Stupid self-guided tour."

Bree's eyes widened.  "Your teacher let you go on a self-guided tour?"

"Yeah," the girl answered.  "She said it would be a learning experience and build character.  I stopped to look at this one book one floor down, and now I can't find Chandra – that's my friend's name."

Bree got up.  She was supposed to be a planet warrior, and maybe helping out lost and confused people was part of her job description.  As well, lost high school students weren't good for the image of the university.  Also, if she helped the girls out, maybe she would be left alone to study.

"I'll help you find her.  She couldn't have gone far.  And if she's on the fifth floor, she might get scared down," Bree said.

"Why would she be scared off the fifth floor?"

"Well, maybe she wouldn't.  And I think it's too early for her to be freaked right off the sixth floor."

The girl was giving Bree a funny look, but since Bree didn't feel like explaining and the girl didn't pursue the topic, it was dropped.

It was somewhere in the ancient Sanskrit section that Bree heard the chorus of screams.  Not even giving at a second thought, Bree bolted to a secluded cubby, pulling her butterfly out of her pocket as she ran.

"West Wind Metamorphosis!"

"Let me see your starseed," the monster literally hissed.  The captain of the football team was struggling as hard as he could again the blue-scaled snake woman.

"Let him go," Sailor Zephyrus shouted, feeling like a real superhero.  She came to the fight from the side, making it easy for her to execute her next move.  Making a silent apology to the library staff, she raised her right hand, "Gale…"  She felt the power gather as she brought her hand up.  Once her arm was outstretched as far as it could go, she threw it down to shoulder level, point-blank aim at the snake woman. "FORCE!"

The snake woman was blown clear to the far wall of the library, with no one unfortunate enough to be in her path.  Zephyrus raced down to it, ready to finish it off.  Just before she was about to land a flying kick to the dazed creature's head, it disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.  Quickly, Zephyrus glanced around to see if it had teleported or something of the like.  Instead of the snake woman, she noticed a new adversity.  A purple haired woman with dark skin was holding the football captain by the throat. She gave off the same chilling feeling the man Zephyrus had met by the river did.  It was something worse than negative energy that froze the blonde warrior, stopping any attack.  It was the bone-chilling smile that played along the woman's lips when she turned to Zephyrus.

"Are you watching, little warrior?" the woman's voice played down the library to where Zephyr stood transfixed.  With horror, Zephyr watched the woman draw back her hand, than plunge it lightning quick into the football captain's throat.

A bright white light flashed, quickly disappearing.  The flash broke Zephyrus's trance, and she was able to run down the hallway towards the woman.  There was no finesse in her attack; she simply barreled into the woman.  Her hand withdrawn from the magical cavity in the man's neck, she flew only as far as the warrior's weight could throw her: into the nearest bookshelf.  Before the woman could recover, Zephyrus examined the now-unconscious victim.  He appeared unharmed except for a black diamond shape on his Adam's apple.

The woman got up and was at Zephyrus's back in a flash.  With only a stirring of air to warn her, Zephyrus leaped, taking the football captain with her.  Weighed down significantly, she didn't go very far.  However, it was far enough to drag the poor man out of the narrow lane that had just become an arena.

People seemed to sense the oncoming fight, and instead of leaving the library, like smart people they stuck around to gawk at the spectacle.  All Zephyrus wanted to say to them was "Fuck off and get to safety already!" but her attention was otherwise occupied.

"So you're the little warrior we're supposed to get rid of," the woman mused.  Zephyrus moved back into the lane.  Obstacles would only hinder her attacks, not help her.  "You seem formidable, though I wonder why Thyst did not just get rid of you," she continued to appraise Zephyrus.

Thyst must be the man who attacked her by the river, she thought.  She then noticed how much the two looked alike.  They had to be siblings, or some sort of creation cut from a very similar mold.  And she was toying with Zephyrus just as the purple-haired man had.

It was Zephyrus who attacked first.

"Razor Rain!" she cried, scattering the attack everywhere with a hope no one but the intended target was hit.  Her scatter-shot had the intended effect.  It surprised the woman and wherever she tried to go was filled with magical shrapnel.  Zephyrus kept shredding the air, and basically anything around her.  Finally the woman shrieked and threw a blast of purple energy at Zephyrus.  The blonde attempted the dodge, but she caught her foot on a book and fell flat on her face.  The blast of energy smashed into her like a tank. She flew right into the nearest bookshelf.  The battered warrior quickly recovered, and raised her right hand, gathering energy quickly.

"Gale Force!" she said, letting the winds fly throughout the library.  She got the intended result, with a little extra bonus.  The woman went flying, but into a window, shattering the glass and falling through.  Zephyrus was at it in a shot, but there was no trace of anyone on the ground.  Like the man, who she now knew was called Thyst, the woman had completely disappeared.  All that was on the ground was shiny bits Zephyrus took to be bits of glass, and some very shocked people.  Turning back to the library, she groaned.  It was a mess.  Time to disappear, she thought to herself.

Just as Zephyrus was about to leave, she noticed the crowd.

"You're that woman from the news," a boy said, stepping forward.  All Zephyrus could do was nod.  A few people were helping the now-conscious football captain, one a tiny pretty brunette.

"Thanks," it was the brunette speaking.  The football captain nodded in acknowledgment.  "Who are you anyway?"

This was an opportunity, and Zephyr could feel it.  "I'm Sailor Zephyrus, a warrior protecting the planet from evil scum like that," she jerked her thumb towards the window.  "Don't worry, the wind warrior's protecting you."

With that, she jumped out the window and vanished.

Later that night, Bree lay in the dark of her apartment, mulling the day over.  Actually, she was mulling all her fights over.  She considered it.  She was really lucky, and that's the reason she had been winning.  And what stupidity had made her jump out of a fourth story window!?  Her abilities as Sailor Zephyrus were amazing, but she barely landed that jump.

"I need to train," she muttered, rolling over and snuggling deeper into her bed.  There was a lot of shuffling going on from Steph's room next door, which Bree was going to promptly ignore.

"BOTH OF YOU ARE INCOMPETANT!" Garon bellowed.  Ame and Thyst cringed.  "You both had her under her fingertips and you let her go!"

"I didn't think she would be a bother," Thyst tried to excuse himself.

"She cut me!" Ame whined.  The woman was covered with bruises and cuts from head to toe.

Garon contained his fury at the both of them, because he still needed pawns.  "I don't care what it takes, but next time you face her, kill her," he ordered.  He turned away, retreating to his own quarters.  He wanted that warrior out of the way, and to add her starseed to his large collection.  But most of all, he wanted the silver starseed of this system, and then maybe he could find the fabled Solar starseed of the Sol system.