Just call me the Millennium Guard. That's the pen name that I want to be known
as. This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic and putting it on a web site.
So please be linient. This story is set in the Silver Millennium. My story
surrounds a couple of what if questions. What if there was no impending doom 
other than the norm, no Negaverse. The characters of my story are Serena and 
Darien, cause they are my favorites. I can't speak French very well, but some 
of the characters do speak it, so even though some of the text is written in 
English, pretend it's in French, OK. There are going to be several chapters 
to this fanfic so look out for them. Anyhow, I guess that I rate this as a G. 
Lastly, I want to give say that you should read Razzz's, Liannes's, Lady M. 
Harris's, Kathryn's, Sailor Swiftheart's, Sailor Saturn's, Pandora Waldron's,
Andrea's Hui, Crystal Heart's, and Sue Mei's work. They are really good. I 
look in the new stories section ever week for an update. I also say good 
luck to Lady M. Harris on her latest romance story. To Lianne, I can't wait 
for your new series, Newcommings was a blast. To Razzz, I can't wait to see 
what happens next on First Love. To Kathryn, I am keeping up with Can't Lie 
to My Heart, Will I Dream of You Tonight, and Birds of Paradise Lost. To 
Crystal Heart, I am still waiting for the sequel to Guarding Hearts. To 
Pandora Waldron, Andrea Hui, Sailor Swiftheart, and Sailor Saturn, and Sue 
Mei, I anticipate your next story. 


Promise Me You'll Love Me Forever 

She had been running since 6:00 in the morning and now it was almost 9:00. 
Most people wouldn't be able to endure it that long, as for her, she was 
used to it. She had one of those bodies that women would die to have and 
men would die to touch. She had huge calf muscles, a solid flat abdomen, 
and the muscles on her arm were pretty strong, although not as strong as her 
calves. Her breast were not dainty, they were firm and plump. Her waist was 
small, hips the right size, and with a nicely shaped buttocks to finish it 
off. Her hair was the color of the golden sun, not straight, but with waves 
that resembled that of the ocean, always flowing. Her eyes were a baby blue, 
which gave her the look of innocence. Her eyelashes were naturally curled. 
She had facial features, which allowed her to keep away from those gallons of 
chemicals and make up that most women wore these days. As for her lips, they 
were a natural rose pink, and she had a light golden and clear complexion 
with not a scar in sight. She was used to being able to run the parks of 
France with no attention whatsoever. In France, people wore much worse than 
what she was adorning now. She was wearing a white sports bra and a pair of 
white tight shorts to match. Her hair was tied up in a sloppy bun. Her 
outfit revealed her abdomen and her shapely legs. Speaking of which, she 
felt like they were going to tear apart. She had to sit down somewhere and 
catch her breath. She saw a bench up ahead which was empty except for one 
man. She ran up to it and sat down. She lay each arm on each leg and bent 
her head down to catch her breath. "Tired?" She heard a deep voice say. She 
then turned around to the voice to see who had greeted her. She really 
hadn't wanted to be bothered today. All she could see was his deep midnight 
blue eyes. Something about him made her shiver, she decided to attempt turn 
him off by pretending she didn't know English. " What...um..how you say... 
no English." She decided that she played that off rather well since she had 
already had the French accent. She was certain he would see her predicament 
and leave her alone, her accent was clear as day. He smiled at her, a smile 
that both scared and warmed her at the same time. He thought he understood 
what she was going through, and decided to ease her heart by speaking 
French to her. "I'm sorry, didn't realize you didn't speak English. My name 
is Darien Wales. And you are ?" she was intrigued by his knowledge of the 
language and decided to answer him. "Selene Gustof." She said softly as she
sat up in her seat. "So, you visiting from Canada, Selene?" "France." She 
replied. "Wow, you came a long way. How long you been here?" "Three days." 
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but aren't you a little cold?" He looked 
in her eyes "Excuse me?" she asked. "Well,..it's in the middle of December 
and you're wearing a...well you're not wearing much." He stated flatly. 
"Well, I am kind of used to it." For a while it was quiet. "Do you need 
someone to show you around?" He asked "I mean, I could if you want." "I'd 
loved too, but my schedule is very complicated." She thought of her 3 year 
old son who was at that house at that very moment with the baby-sitter. 
"Well, if you ever need anything, a friend, a ride,...a date" He added 
smugly "here's my card, just give me a call." She took the card gratefully, 
believing somehow that he was someone she could trust, and arose from her 
seat. It simply had a name and a number on it, she thought. "Thank- you Mr. 
Wales is it?" she asked "Darien Wales, but please do just call me Darien." 
She smiled and jogged away. He continued to look in the direction she parted 
from until another voice interrupted him. "Quite a vision of beauty, if I 
may say so myself, and someone seems to be smitened by her presence, your 
heighness." Said the deep male voice. "Yes, she is a vision of perfection" 
Darien replied. "Yet another mistress to be added to your heigness's 
collection." There was no reply. Darien knew what he was implying. Darien 
was quiet the ladies man. He has silky jet black hair, and deep midnight 
blue eyes. His skin was fair, and he was very fit. His chest was very 
muscular, and had many curves that women died to explore. His legs were 
quite muscular, and it was apparent to many that he had the body of a 
warrior god. Yet, he was as cold as ice itself, never letting any woman 
come close enough to see his true feelings, he had always seemed to be a 
vision of heaven that was encasing a soul of darkness. Yet no woman cared, 
each had dreamed that they could enrapture Darien's heart. All women wanted 
to learn and view for themselves the skill that Darien was rumored to have 
within the bedroom. He had his fill of them, but never gave into love, which
he believed was a lost cause. "Your heighness, if I may ask," The man began
but was cut off. "You wonder why I was not my persistent, charming self,
Malachite?" Malachite sat down next to the King. Darien was forced to 
assume the throne earlier than planned because of the death of his parents. 
Malachite was one of the royal guard, he guarded Darien with his life, but 
he was also his trusted friend and advisor. Malachite nodded in response to 
Darien. "She seemed familiar to me, as if, I have met her before. Didn't 
seem like you normal girl. I want to find out more about her." It wasn't 
just the fact that she seemed familiar to him, but she was the first woman 
who laid eyes on him and didn't swoon, and that scared him. He had to find 
out why, but he wasn't going to tell Malachite that. Malachite arched an 
eyebrow in response. He knew how Darien normally operated, he usually didn't 
waste anytime, if he wanted he usually had the women in his bed within one
to two days. "As strange as this may seem,...would you like me to 
investigate further?" Malachite asked "No,...no thank you, I could do that 
myself" He said flatly. "and don't call me your heighness in informal 
surroundings, you know that just annoys me!" Well, tell me what you think,
all comments are welcome. My address is QueenBorg@aol.com