Teaser:  They failed those that they loved and were cast into oblivion 
but fate isn't done with them yet.  In a world where humans simply 
play the parts that destiny hands them, a single woman steps from the 
mold to give the Generals back their lives and loves.  But a dark 
enemy threatens all that they have newly won.  Will faith and hope 
alone be enough to overcome the adversity they now face?


Disclaimer:  Ickles I know its been awhile! But here it is...  *ducks 
thrown objects from angry fanfic reader*  I'm sorry!  =)  Neway like 
usual I did not create Sailormoon, hats off to Naoko Takeuchi, but the 
storyline is mine, all mine! Muhahaha  <--Only child syndrome... 
*sniff*  And yes I'm stretched a little thin.  I just got back from a 
three hour practice in 115 degree heat.  I think everything is 
funny.  I'm that far gone.  ;)  As always author notes are at the end 
and email me at inspiredthoughts@hotmail.com

PS:  You don't have to have read the beginning of this series(Ami, Rei, 
Lita, and Mina's parts that take place in the Silver Millennium) to 
understand stuff but it would help.  Oh and this takes place directly 
after the Doom Tree Series so I don't have to deal with the 
Serena/Darien break up thing.  Its been done.  A lot.

			Zoicite: Rebirth
			  Chapter One

	Blackness surrounded him, cloaking him, protecting him, 
sheltering him, muffling his screams.  It rolled endlessly, a blanket 
of ebony and night in which all stars were extinguished.  No light, no 
sound, no touch, just darkness.  
	He floated in it, held in silence, his spirit flickering, 
unsure.  He tried to think back to before but his memories were 
blurred.  He remembered sunlight and silver.  He remembered blue, a 
cloudless sapphire than shone in his mind's eye despite the stunning 
black he lived in; cerulean blue, aqua blue, waves of blue, rolling in 
contentment, raging in disquiet.  
	He remembered pain.  He remembered that all to well, the 
stunning fire than enveloped him and smothered him with its hungry 
flames.  Nothing else though.  He couldn't even remember his name; the 
thought both disturbed and relieved him.  He hung there, suspended, 
for a millennium, forgotten.  No one mourned him, no one wept for him, 
no one condemned him.  No companion but silence stood beside him 
during the long lonely years, except for madness who visited sometimes 
as well.
	Others shared his existence and he knew them with any easy 
companionship that held no words or memories.  He always stood by 
their side.  It was an unquestioned fact.  But after eternity 
something pierced their prison.  Emerald light surrounded his 
insubstantial form and with searing pain the blackness vanished.  
	He was in a world of mist, of grays and other muted colors 
that even in their drabness pained his eyes.  Shaking hands reached up 
and touched his face.  He could feel.  He had forgotten what it was 
like to feel the gentle pressure on his fingertips which after so much 
time were more sensitised than normal.  He stood straighter and 
breathed deeply, welcoming the almost foreign sensation as air poured 
back into his newly recreated lungs.  He held his arms out and felt 
his muscles flex.  His mouth twisted and with a start he realized he 
was smiling.  He had not smiled in a long time.  He had forgotten what 
a smile was.
	He turned and looked around him, reveling in the movement of 
life, and realized that he was not alone.  Three other men were in the 
gray world with him, all staring around with eyes that were full of 
hunger, hunger for all they had been denied in their meaningless 
existence in the void.  He could not remember them but he knew them.  
He had known them since that long distant time so many lifetimes ago, 
a time he had no recollection of but yearned for with all his newfound 
heart.  A gentle cough drew his attention and the others from their 
confused thoughts.  
	A tall woman stood before them, resplendent in a uniform of 
black and green and white.  The brightness of the white and green hurt 
but he resolutely fixed his eyes on them instead of the easier black; 
he had been in darkness too long.  Long olive hair fell almost to the 
floor and she looked at them with grave burgundy eyes that measured 
them but was tempered with a distant compassion, guilt, and much 
closer pity.  She held in her hand a massive staff and even now she 
leaned heavily on it and he realized that her pale face was drawn 
tight with what he knew instinctively as exhaustion.  Her voice though 
when she spoke was low and throaty, full of rich tones that made him 
shiver.  He had not heard a human voice in over a thousand years.  He 
was glad he heard such a terribly beautiful one first.
	"Welcome," she said softly.  "I brought you back from the 
void to complete a promise I made long ago."  Her lashes fluttered and 
with pure will he saw her stand taller to study each of them before 
those sober eyes turned to him.  "What do you remember?"  
	He looked at her for a long moment before finding his own 
voice to answer, compelled beyond reason to speak.  "I... I 
remember azure blue, sapphire waves; I remember laughter and 
something I can only recall as joy.  Then I remember pain, unimaginable 
pain that was followed by unspeakable darkness."  She nodded and 
turned to the man next to him.
	"And you?"  The man bent his head, curly blonde hair falling 
forward to muffle his answer as he stared at the ground.
	"I remember vermilion red, ruby red, a sea of red in which 
there was only happiness.  Then came the night which knew no end."  
She nodded again and turned to the man next to him who watched her 
with eyes as grave as her own, his hair a flow of mahogany that 
reached down his back.
	"And you?" she asked.  He blinked once before answering, voice 
unwavering as if rehearsed.
	"I remember warmth and green, an emerald pierced by the memory 
of roses.  I remember chocolate and joy found twice but lost just as 
quickly."  The woman seemed startled and she whispered to herself.
	"More than I had hoped.  The bond is weakened more than I had 
dared to hope for..."  Abruptly she brought her attention to the 
fourth man, a man who stood rigid, his silver eyes betraying nothing.  
"And you?" she asked in a kinder voice.
	He looked at her and the emptiness there made them all 
shudder.  "I remember sunshine and glory crowned by golden light.  
And I remember that I failed that sunlight and was cast into darkness 
as a result.  I remember that I failed.  I do not remember who I 
failed but I remember that even with all I had it was not enough.  I 
remember betrayal and shame.  I remember love that I lost with my own 
actions. "  The silver eyes narrowed and grew fierce.
	"And what do you, mysterious woman, know of this past you ask 
for?"  The woman took a step back at the venom, the force in his 
words.  "What do you know of our old lives, what do you know?!"  Her 
eyes darkened and tears filled them briefly.
	"I know what you have lost.  I know your names.  I know the 
loved ones you left behind, the ones you betrayed.  I know their 
names also.  And I know it falls to me to make it right."  The silvered 
eyes grew stormy, almost black in their despair.
	"Make what right?" he asked in an anguished, trembling voice.  
"Why?  Why did we do whatever foul deeds we did?  What turned us?  Did 
they die by our hands, the ones you speak of which such respect and 
loyalty?"  The woman sighed and leaned even more heavily across her 
staff.
	"I'm sorry.  I cannot say, truly I cannot do what I'm about to 
do either but I swore a millennium ago and now, now that you're free of 
your dark mistress I may recast your souls into the time stream and 
give you all a chance to make amends."
	His own green eyes flashed in challenge.  "To make amends for 
what?" he cried.  
	"Damn it give us a straight answer!"  The woman shook her head 
sadly and walked forward to touch his forehead.  His lids grew heavy 
and closed as sleep slowly claimed him, true sleep.  As he floated away 
her voice, gentle, followed him.
	"You must find your own answers, troubled one.  They wait for 
you, in life, with all you have ever held and lost and possibly more.  
Be brave, you will find this existence as difficult as your old one 
but you will triumph.  You are stronger now; your love is stronger now 
too.  I pray you may find the peace so long denied to you Zoicite..."  
Zoicite, his name was Zoicite...  
	And then the time stream pulled him back into its torpid 
current along with the three others.  Their names floated with them, 
the barest hint of a whisper to those who would receive them...  
Zoicite.  Jadeite.  Nephrite.  Kunzite.  A pause in the unwavering 
river of time and then, with a burst, the four were reborn. 
    
			*	*	*

	The spirits gathered around the thrones made of stars and far 
flung galaxies.  Gentle Neptune took her place to the left of  Uranus, 
her slender aqua colored hand linked in his golden.  Solar winds from 
a distant sun ruffled her hair of sea green and his of brightest 
sunlight.  On Neptune's left sat Saturn, a slight woman with light 
purple skin, violet hair, and deep amethyst eyes.  
	On Uranus's right the massive man Jupiter sat on a bulky 
throne, his huge hands curled around the armrests, while he studied 
the rest of the gathered planets' spirits with emerald eyes.  To 
Jupiter's left was the spirit woman Venus who was curled in her chair, 
golden hair gently framing an only slightly paler face.  To her 
left lay Mars, fiery eyes simmering with emotions that never seemed to 
cool.  On Mars right sat Mercury, a young man with laughing blue eyes 
and sapphire waves of tousseled hair.  
	Earth and Moon, a strong man of swirling greens and browns and 
a slight ethereal woman that glowed in silvery hues, sat together, 
hands linked as closely as Neptune and Uranus's.  Moon's head was 
pillowed against her lover's shoulder and Earth was studying the 
others as intently as Jupiter from swirling cerulean depths.
	The nine spirits sat in a half circle and, as one, they 
turned to welcome the spirit of Pluto.  She was older than most of the 
other women, but a far cry from ancient.  She moved slowly, regally, 
but the image was spoiled by the outstretched hand that kept her from 
running into anyone.  
	Olive hair framed a rather severe face of lighter green skin.  
She was beautiful, save one feature.  Moon looked up from her perch in 
Earth's arms and just as quickly looked away for where pupils of dark 
forest green should have been was only milky white.  Not even a 
beautiful pearly silver like her own, simply white.
	Of all of them Pluto had sacraficed the most for the greater 
good.  All of the planets had given up parts of their powers to bestow 
them upon their chosen warriors.  She had given her sight because in 
the beginning when it was decided that a human would guard the time 
stream Pluto had quietly provided Setsuna and given the then blind 
woman her own sight.  
	Only through such an act was a human monitoring the time line 
possible.  And even then there were flaws...  Saturn rose quickly and 
led her mentor to her seat.  Pluto thanked her charge before turning 
to them all. 
	"This changes much..." she said softly, voice serene.  
	"Yes," Jupiter rumbled as he stroked his beard.  "This is not 
something even we could predict..."
	"Agreed," Pluto replied, voice firming some, "but we still 
should have guessed.  For all of Setsuna's good points she is a human 
and humans as we all know are very fond of free will.  No matter what 
we may be able to instill in her she is not one of us, nor will ever 
be."  Venus spoke up from her comfortable perch, sunny eyes darkening 
with seldom expressed seriousness.
	"None the less Setsuna's decision has been made, the damage 
done, now we must see what the consequences will be.  Mustn't we?"  
Mars nodded to show that she agreed with Venus and the rest of the 
spirits soon did the same.
	Hearing their ascent Pluto waved one elegant hand.  Mists 
formed from the nothingness of space to form a pool of white.  Images 
began to flicker by quickly as all the planets studied them silently.  
Finally they ceased and the mists withdrew as silently as they came.  
	Presently Mercury spoke, his tenor voice a slow, easy drawl.  
"So the pink haired child does not appear in this time and the Dark 
Moon Family is also changed."  Neptune picked up where Mercury left 
off, her velvety voice soft.
	"Yes... They are stronger, much stronger, no Family but 
Empire.  No Sapphire, or Ruby, or Wise Man or Four Sisters."
	"They were weak," Uranus snapped acidly.  "The balance is 
always maintained.  It is one of the universal laws.  Neither good nor 
bad may reign supreme.  The battle of good and evil is therefore not 
fought to win against the other but to keep one side from becoming too 
strong.
	The addition of four strong warriors for the side of good 
upsets the delicate balance.  That means that evil must also be 
strengthened."
	"I was getting to that," Neptune remarked, fond reproof in her 
aqua colored eyes.  "The timeline is still much the same...  There 
will be a Neo Queen Serenity, a Reenie, a King Endymion, but they will 
not cross into their past lives.  The Black Moon Empire will not try 
to attack the future in which they live but move directly to the past 
where the generals were sent.
	But what will the outcome be?  Who will triumph this time...  
When Neo Queen Serenity, Endymion, and Reenie live will they rule or 
will they be mere servants of the Dark Moon Empire?"
	Mars responded, drawing her slender limbs underneath herself 
to sit up fully, watching them all with catlike slits from under long, 
dark lashes.
	"Perhaps it is not for us to know," the spirit all but 
purred.  "We may be above the humans but we are still are not all 
knowing.  We may rule the universe but we did not create it.  That 
fell to the hands of others.
	The universal rule dictates all.  Perhaps it fell so that the 
future is still evenly matched.  No outcome is more likely than 
another so we saw none.  Is that too terrible then, not knowing the 
future as a sure thing?"  At her remarkable question instant 
objections, and in some cases agreement, sprang up until Pluto waved 
one hand to silence them all.
	"As we have said what has been done is done, the damage 
inflicted, and for the moment we are effectively just as blind as any 
human."
	"Except for one very special human named Setsuna..." Mercury 
drawled out in the ensuring silence.  Shocked quiet descended until it 
was broken by Pluto's quiet chuckle.  Yes, they were for all purposes 
just as blind as any human except for her chosen warrior who wielded 
her sight.  One can assume that the irony was not wasted on beings who 
ruled the universe and who now did so blindly.
	"We shall see, we shall watch and we will deal with whatever 
happens."  Jupiter rumbled softly.  The planets looked at one another 
before turning their powers towards planet Earth to watch the momentous 
battle that would soon take place.

Author's Notes:  I promise I'll try harder to get stuff in kay?  Some 
weeks though it just won't happen.  *wails*  So did ya like?  Oh sorry 
Reenie fans she's not going to be making an appearance.  I'll probably 
get some flames from this but I dislike all things pink.  A little 
pink is okay but Pink Sugar Heart Attack makes me gag.  Sorry.  ;)  
I'm also making up my first villans.  Ohhh, fun, something new.  Which 
means I'll most likely screw it up.  hehe  Neway when they make their 
first cameo email me if they are like way stupid, please?  Thanks!  Oh 
and email me anyway!  inspiredthoughts@hotmail.com

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