*The Race*


--She squinted, poised, her body ready to jump into action
at the sound of the starting gun. She could imagine the roar of
ocean waves crashing down behind her. Waves that foretold a
forboding future. Her feet left the starting block the instant
a "bang" sounded in her ears. She ran. She had to run. She couldn't
let it overtake her.


--Her shoes caught the track, and pushed her on - faster and faster,
but she couldn't be fast enough. If only she could be like the wind,
if she could *be* the wind, she could escape.


--That picture loomed in her mind... the one that vioinist had painted.
It told of darkness and destruction. Kaiou Michiru knew. She knew, too.
She could sense it behind her, destroying all in its path, nipping at
her heels. She ran from the destruction of the world.


--If she slowed, if she stopped, it would catch her and engulf her. So
she ran tirelessly. The track, the other runners, the finish line didn't
matter anymore, and she left them all behind. Didn't they realize they
would be destroyed, too? But if she kept her face to the wind, she could
escape.


--She could hear the evil waves roaring, the destruction looming behind
her, waiting to crash down and force her to claim her destiny. She wouldn't
accept it, couldn't let it consume her life and her soul. She ran with the 
wind, to become a
part of it.


--You can't touch the wind.


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Naoko Takeuchi, Toei, Kodansha, and Bandai.

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Arigato!
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