Forbidden Creation
Prologue

Rated:  G
Disclaimer:  I don't own Sailormoon tra la la.  
Genre:  Romance/Alt Reality

AN's:  Anyone who's seen the movie "The Thirteenth Floor"  I'm ripping it off beautifully!
      ^_^hee.  I just saw it yesterday and again today!  Loved it!  If you haven't seen it
	SEE IT!!!!!

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Darien sat alone on the beach near his home.  The sand was an ivory white, soft and soothing
between his toes.  The sea lapped at the shore with a soft sigh, the sun was just beginning to
set.  He drew absently in the sand....abstract patterns.  

A heavy hand on his shoulder made him turn sharply and look up.  Grandfather Chiba looked
down at him with kind, twinkling eyes--the eyes, he'd told him when he was younger, of his mother.
A beautiful woman he'd never had the chance to meet for she'd died when he was just a baby.
Grandfather's eyes and the rare story his father would tell were all that was left of her.

Grandfather looked at his pensive young grandson--so bright, so much more so than anyone else
in the family.
"What's the matter my boy?  You're making a daily ritual of this, you Aunt's getting worried."

Darien smiled weakly, "Just thinking..."

"About?"  His Grandfather arched an eyebrow curiously--no one seemed to think as much as Darien.
It wasn't natural.

"I...I just can't shake this feeling....this restless feeling...like something's missing..."
~Like something's wrong...~

His Grandfather smiled, "You've been near the sea too long.  She's a restless woman.  She'll
creep into your heart and steal a little of your soul till you can feel her through and through."

Darien smiled.  His Grandfather had spent his life at sea, and the love affair--though faded, had
never completely subsided.

"Guess so..."  He replied--though he had an uneasy feeling this was not so.

He'd come to stay at the Manor over a year ago--after his father had been killed in a car
accident.  They'd been driving together when the car spun out of control and off an embankment.
At least that's what he'd been told.  He had no memories of the accident and only rare flashes
of anything before it.  It was just two weeks before he remembered his father telling stories
about his mother....

He'd come to stay at the Manor where his Mother's father and sister lived with their families.
They were his last surviving realitives.  The Manor sat on a secluded island, overlooking a 
stunning beach and seemingly endless landscape.  It was beautiful and serene--though isolated.
He was supposed to heal and hopefully regain his memories.  He'd done a little of both, and was
still pursuing his studies from home--via computer enrollement, a common practice in a world
where distances between homes was wide and difficult to cover.

But Darien, unlike his lively Aunt and contented cousin's--and even his wise, good-humored 
Grandfather--possessed a pensive unease that pulled him out of doors, to think alone for
hours on end.  At first his family had assumed it was the terrible shock of the accident and
the amnesia--but after a year it seemed it was simply a part of who he was, though a disturbing
part.

"C'mon, you're Aunt's got dinner made."  His Grandfather put an arm about his shoulder's
kindly and led him back up to the house.

Darien looked back at the water as he walked away.  He couldn't explain it, but he felt always
as though someone were staring back at him from the sea whenever he sat there....

~Maybe I *am* going crazy.~  He though uneasily.  But what was all this?  No memories, this
strange, isolated place?  

He studied very hard, all the subjects he could get his hands on.  He picked it up easily--perhaps
because he'd studied it before and it was simply a refresher--who could be sure?
But he did find specific subjects gave him the most incredible deja-vu.  Astrology, electrical
engineering and computer programming, physics....

His astrology Professor online had written him saying he'd never encountered a student so 
naturally talented in the subject--as though he already possessed the knowledge and the very
sight of the stars had awakened it in him.  Darien treasured that note.  It was the only shred
of substance he had to support the odd sensation that haunted him.

But his studies had provided him no answers.  Only the sea's soft sigh seemed to whisper of the
truth....holding some essence he could not grasp...

He shook himself of these thoughts as he walked down the Manor's long Hall to the dining room.
His Aunt smiled at him as he sat down with his cousins and Grandfather.

"Darien, were you down at the sea again?"

He smiled and nodded.

"You should draw it since you look at it so much."  Giggled his young cousin Molly.  

Her brother Sammy grinned at this, "Yeah!"

Darien was about to reply when his Aunt cut in, "Now that's enough of that you two!  Let's have
a nice, quiet dinner."

"Actually I have something I wish to discuss with all of you."  Grandfather spoke up.

They all looked up expectantly.

"I've a letter from Kenji today.  He's coming home this Friday."

They all nodded.  Aunt Ilene smiled.  Kenji was her husband.  He'd been away on a business trip,
securing matters about the Manor.

"He's bringing someone with him.  A girl.  His daughter."

"What?!"  Ilene exclaimed with shock.

"His first wife.  She had a baby and never told him....it was after he left.  He had no idea.
She'd about Darien's age and she traced him and wanted to meet him and his family."

They all stared dumbly at Grandfather for long moments.  Till finally Darien spoke up.
"What's her name Grandfather?"

Grandfather looked at him oddly but replied, "Serena.  Her name's Serena."

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