Sailor Helga Prequel - Arnold and Helga's Past in the Future [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1

ONE SWEET DAY

Was she a ghost? A monster? He couldn't know for sure.

The woman stood placidly in the middle of the lake, her bare feet barely skimming the water's surface despite the fact she stood in the deepest part of the lake, with no rock to support her.

The man saw the woman at night, ambling about as though she had been sleepwalking. He followed her to this spot at the lake, spying on her at the water's perimeter, concealing himself behind an oak tree.

She was so beautiful. Fire-red, waist-length locks seemed to flow and sway to the breeze, though there was no wind. Her hair also seemed to serve as her modesty; the woman was not wearing any garments.

For a brief second the man felt guilty for spying on her? Was she lost? She was staring up into the night sky, at the full moon directly above her. Perhaps he should approach her...

The decision was made for him; the man lost his footing and stumbled onto a tree branch, alerting the woman of his presence.

The woman took a moment to react to the sound, then slowly turned to face the man. The man blanched, then his face reddened immediately; she WAS naked, only her long hair concealing her modesty. He stared in awe at the woman, her emerald green eyes studying him, nary blinking. Now that his presence was known, he had no choice but to act.

"You're...so beautiful," he whispered, mostly to himself, but he couldn't help but feel as though the woman had heard him.

For awhile she did nothing, simply content with staring at the man. Then the woman slowly smiled and and outstretched a pale hand toward her guest.

Lady Bridget paced down the halls of the palace, looking left and right through corridor. She was on a mission, and one that seemed more daunting as the days drew on.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty?" she strode past the servants impatiently. Where could she have run off to now?

When she reached the garden she sensed she was drawing near to her goal. She briskly entered, the enclosed area of the palace surrounded by cherry blossom trees and divided by a shallow, thin pond that cut through the middle of the garden. After taking a few steps in side, Bridget sighed in relief.

There she was.

A blonde-haired girl in a pink royal gown sat quietly on a rock, her back to Bridget. She appeared to be picking away at the petals of one of the cherry blossoms.

"Your Majesty!"

The girl's back straightened immediately. Without bothering to turn around, she sprinted for the nearest tree and scaled it to its lowest branch.

Bridget sighed in frustration.

"Your Majesty, please let's not do this again....Your Majesty! Lena! Whoa!"

Bridget had lost her footing and fell into the stream, soaking her from head to toe. She hopped immediately out and shook her hair defiantly, making sure to sprinkle the girl with some runaway drops. She should've been mad, but she merely smirked.

"Don't you dare laugh," she threatened.

The girl covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a giggle. Bridget was relieved to finally see her smile. She approached the tree but rather than scale higher, the girl looked on expectantly.

Bridget sighed; she wasn't making it easy for her today.

She assessed the girth of the tree and made a running leap for the branch, ascending the trunk and then barely missing it as she stretched a wayward hand outward. With great difficulty, she pushed herself onto the branch and then sat next to the blonde. When she was close enough, Bridget could see she had been crying.