Pisces had never left Neptune before. Then again, she hadn't seen a funeral, either. She had no idea that she would have both happen in the span of a week.
Then, there would be a wedding. A funeral, and then a wedding. Pisces hadn't expected her life to go in that order. It almost sounded like bad poetry.
Pisces, back when she was known by another name, had tried to hide anything that would link her to her identity. She put bandages on her forehead to hide the symbol if it decided to make its appearance, and did her best to keep her mind clear of crazy visions. It was the hardest to hide the illusions. Everything from fairies to flying shrimp cocktails had been appearing around the girl.
She was discovered when the image of a flying Pomeranian appeared near some officials. The bandages were ripped from her forehead, and preparations for the funeral were made. Her name was stricken from all official records, replaced with ♓. Pisces.
At the funeral, Pisces wore a long, black veil and shroud that hid even her bright red hair from view. A weighted casket with the symbol of Pisces was lowered into the sea to join the many Soldier Pisces that came before.
Later that night, Pisces returned to the sea and flung her poetry journal into the cold waters. She didn't know if it would reach the caskets, but the chains wrapped around it guaranteed that it would at least reach the seafloor. According to the romantic girl, that is where her body really lay: with her poetry.
Despite the solemnity of her funeral, when Pisces was dressed to arrive at the Zodiac Castle she looked like a child bride. Blue sea-flowers from her native Neptune were weaved into her hair, and white layers of virginal lace fell to the floor. The veil that was hung over her face this time was sheer instead of the constricting shroud of the dead.
A knight from Neptune took Pisces' hand as she walked towards the throne room, but he was sent away as soon as someone spotted him. Zodiacs were to be left alone. Zodiacs were alone.
Pisces was alone as the throne room doors were open, and the nine year-old had to walk in alone.
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