It was bizarre, really. Before this, the black haired girl had never had problems with nightmares, and certainly not anything to this extent. They were debilitating to the extreme, shadowy claws reaching into her waking hours just like they did into her sleeping hours. No amount of caffeine or sleeping pills or even the alcohol she had tried made a difference. Of course, she'd not ever tried the three combined, but Adira was positive that a combo like that was more likely to end her up in a hospital than it was to help her get some damn sleep.
She leaned back, resting her head against the railing behind her. Everything had changed since she'd come back to Destiny City. She'd grown up in a posh cocoon on the cities limits, surrounded by people who gossiped and whispered for a living. Adira had never wanted to end up as one of those women, a trophy wife, destined for nothing more than running a household and showing face. She had ambitions, she had goals, and she was determined to get them. She would be the best damn lawyer the world had ever seen.
Ironically enough, the hardest person to convince of this fact had been her mother. Ever since the time she could walk, Mina Perses had groomed her daughter to be the best socialite in all of America, just as she had been trained by her own mother. Adira had met all of her mother's expectations, and even had exceeded them, becoming a fine young woman that any young man would be proud to have on his arm. She had, however, failed in that particular aspect of her mother's admirations.
Adira had hated pretty much every single man she had been introduced to. They were lazy, inept boys that rode on their father's ambitions and old family money. Eventually, she grew tired of parties. She had stopped attending them for the most part, unless her father requested it. Sighing into her cocoa, she took another sip of the delicious steaming liquid. It was a welcome arm against the chill dawn wind. Eventually, with her Father's grace, she'd been able to persuade her mother that receiving further education from a respectable institution was a better step then finishing school. And here she was, supposed to be focusing on her studies and her education, and she was instead worrying about magic and evil. It was daft, completely daft of her.
But it was exciting. Even though she knew nothing about anything, it was exhilarating. Henshen-ing up, well, it felt like a part of her that had been missing for her entire life had suddenly awakened. Being Sailor Perseus, Senshi of Illusion felt more right than anything had in her entire life. It still troubled her of course, the whole part about not knowing anything. She didn't know why she was good, and they were evil. She didn't know how it began, or how it would end, or what she was supposed to be doing.
Her talk with Zinkenite had not helped her in the slightest either. He was just like her, a teenager, with hopes and dreams and ambitions no less important than her own. He was human, but he felt like evil. Their talk confused her even more than just the way he felt to her, deep down in her soul. Lieutenant Zinkenite would have killed her, had the order been given. A boy just like her, with a teddy bear named Tenebrous; he told her he thought she could kill, if it came down to it.
The girl closed her silver blue eyes to the world, adding her breath to the wind.
Could she kill? Adira wasn't certain that she could, even when it came down to it. Then again, she'd never even been in a fight with a real person (lotion monsters didn't count!).
Adira Perses got up off of her balcony, and moved back inside. Before she shut the glass door to the rising sun, she looked back.
So this is what scared felt like. The door clicked shut behind her.
