Love and Desperation
Part 6
Author: Moon Sparkle
E-mail: lovablegwen@hotmail.com
Rated: PG-13
  		
	
	A crystal tear rolled down the tender cheek of a beautiful young princess.
Two pools of golden hair streamed down behind her and nearly touched the ground 
as she looked at Endymion through hard, tear-filled azure eyes. 
	“You did not listen to me, Serenity.” He said quietly. His ocean blue eyes 
looked at her sitting form and he almost flinched as his own pain inched into his 
blood. 
	He detested himself at unimaginable rate for acting like this. His will to 
run on his sword was becoming awfully great and he thought that if he continued 
to behave in this harsh fashion, Serenity might do it for him. But, he had to 
be like this! He had to be strict, harsh and stubborn. Otherwise, Serenity would 
not take the situation seriously.  
	As he looked at the princess, unbelievable pain clutched his once icy heart. 
He was making her cry! Never, in all of his almost twenty years of living did he 
believe that he would be able to cause pain to another, yet feel a greater ache 
himself.
	However, he had had much practice in hiding emotions and he was doing a 
extremely good job of it at that moment. Even Endymion himself was surprised at 
his own self control. Standing next to the table, he gazed at Serenity who 
looked at him, trying to read him.
	“What has gotten into you, Endymion?” she whispered. 
	The prince let out a heavy breath and sat on the cot, next to her. He 
wondered, did *he* even know what had gotten into him? Was he becoming like his 
father? God, he hoped not. How he wished to take her delicate figure to 
hold in his arms and kiss her angelic face until her beautiful eyes closed 
and she fell asleep against him. But he couldn’t. 
	She did not look up at him, but wiped her eyes with an uneasy hand. Endymion 
frowned slightly. She seemed so troubled.
	They had arrived at the tent ten minutes before and the princess had not 
said a single word. She seemed very befuddled and would not reply Endymion’s strict 
inquiries, but instead sat down on her cot, situated her delicate hands on her lap 
and remained quiet.
	Deciding that austerity was not the best solution to this problem, the 
prince’s frosty eyes turned ocean blue once more and he settled them on the 
princess. Not being able to take any more of her wounded appearance, Endymion 
brought a gentle hand up to her chin and tenderly turned her head to face him.
	Her irises were filled with warm tears as she looked into his and Endymion 
felt himself plummet into their magical blue depths as he always did. 
	“Serenity, Love. Please, tell me what happened.” He said, his voice 
pleading. 
	A flash of shy uncertainty dashed in her sapphire eyes and Endymion 
frowned. What was wrong? 

* * *

	Serenity’s mind battled itself furiously as she struggled to decide 
if she should tell the Prince of Earth what had happened. She knew, of 
course, that the logical choice would be to tell him. But, if she did choose 
to take this particular path, she would seem like a helpless fool for letting 
herself be dragged into a forest, and cornered by the Silver Millennium’s 
arch enemy! 
	The princess closed her eyes briefly and swallowed hard. She felt 
herself tremble, as she had been for the past thirty minutes, and opened 
her eyes. The mistiness was gone as the tears hid away and Serenity 
compelled herself to let her stronger side reveal itself. 
	“Beryl is here, Endymion.” She said calmly. 
	Had Serenity been in discrete circumstances, she would have 
closed her eyes shut and waited for the prince’s outburst. 
	However, there came none. 
	A slight look of surprise crossed Endymion’s features, but swiftly 
evaporated as he acquired control of his actions. His eyes turned the 
color of the darkest night and inimitable hatred rested in their mysterious 
pits. Serenity didn’t know whether to tell him more or to stop at this point. 
After all, this was the most significant fraction of her adventure. 
	“How do you know?” he asked quietly. His voice was firm, yet a trickle 
of concern journeyed in its roughness. The princess had hoped that this 
question would not be aroused.
	Serenity found her mouth to be unexpectedly dry and she swallowed 
once again. She turned deep, earnest sapphire eyes to the young man that 
had stood up from his position next to her and leaned against the sturdy 
pole in the center of the tent. 
	“How do you know she is here, Angel? Please, tell me everything. 
If this concerns Beryl, I need to know the whole episode.” Endymion spoke 
softly. Serenity’s heart melted at his noticeable and successful attempt 
to stay calm. 
	Taking a unfathomable breath in, Serenity began from the beginning. 
She told him of the wicked soldier and of his attempts to harm her. She 
made sure to leave the part of her throbbing encounter with the frosty 
ground out, since she did not wish for Endymion to be farther worried of 
her condition. The pain was still digging into her right leg, as Serenity 
had not had any time to heal it. Therefore, she stayed seated on the cot.  
	As the startling words escaped her lips, Endymion’s eyes filled with 
more detestation and concern. He looked into her big, fright filled irises 
and his own softened at the thought of what she must have felt at the 
moment when she faced the Queen of Darkness. Fear? Maybe. However, Endymion 
knew that if he had been in her position, and at that moment he would have 
given anything to have been, he would have felt fear, yes. But, the emotion 
he would have felt most would have been disgust.
	Beryl was nicknamed Lady Death even by her own servants, not to 
mention her opponents. The thousands of innocent civilians who had died at 
her hand were more than proof of this sickening fact. Her name evaded the 
naïve citizens’ lips with shaky uncertainty and unmistakable fear. The 
infinite amount with which he loved and adored Serenity, was the same amount 
with which Endymion hated Beryl.
	A thought struck his mind.
	“Maybe it was a hologram,” he suggested quietly. Serenity, however, 
shook her head fiercely.
	“No, it was real. Anjuli told me that Beryl broke the teleportation 
block field.” As she finished her statement, Serenity’s eyes widened and she 
looked as though she regretted her words. 
	Endymion frowned. 
	“Who is Anjuli?” he asked. He strode toward the cot and stood before 
her, towering the sitting Serenity. His cape pooled on the ground as he kneeled 
to level her still troubled face.  
	“One of the White Wolves.” She replied quietly. She had not told him about 
her *conversation* with the creatures and she had hoped to keep it that way. 
However, she had let her tongue slip and now, she had no choice.
	The prince arched an eye brow and spoke to her gently.
	“Love, I know that your mother’s advisors are talking felines…but we 
have no such thing as conversational animals on Earth.” Endymion spoke clearly. 
Maybe her shock was clouding her mind? 
	However, Serenity shook her head. 
	“Think whatever you please, Endymion. I am not going to even *try* to 
convince you.” Her voice was resolute and insinuated frustration.
	Endymion sighed. He did not know what to say, but he did realize that 
he was being very insensitive towards Serenity. 
	The prince cursed the world. Why could peace not reign the universe 
while they were together? It certainly felt as though it did when he held her 
close and kissed her tender lips. Why did Beryl have to choose him and not 
Safiru…
	The prince frowned. He knew that either way, the war would have still 
broken out. He shuddered at the thought of Beryl finding a cozy seat in her 
position as his sister-in-law, if Safiru would have accepted her.
	“Serenity, if Beryl is roaming about, I am going to have to send 
you..” his voice trailed off as her gorgeous eyes immediately lost their 
remaining luminosity and glassy tears covered their profound cobalt surface. 
	His blood simmered in his veins and his developed muscles tensed as she 
placed a delicate hand on his broad right shoulder. Why did her every move 
and touch have to be so innocent, yet have such a great affect on him? 
	“Endymion, please. Don’t send me b-“ She began, but was not able to 
finish her plea since passionate lips came down upon hers and engaged them 
into a affectionate, almost desperate kiss. Serenity’s eyes widened in surprise, 
but quickly closed as the laces of her silver soul tangled with the prince’s
dark ones and she snaked her long arms around his strapping neck, pressing him 
upon her. He made no attempt to break the kiss, but deepened it instead and 
Serenity felt the flood of emotions that poured from him into her heart, 
deliberately liquefying it with their yielding passion. 
	 “Your Highness!” The prince’s lips ripped away from hers, leaving 
Serenity gasping for breath and blushing heatedly as she realized that Endymion’s 
High General had discovered them at such a moment. 
	Endymion however, seemed perfectly composed and perfectly annoyed. He 
stood up, straightened and turned to face Kunzite who had been standing at the 
entrance. A low growl became audible from the outside of the tent, and Serenity 
frowned slightly. 
	“Endymion, it appears as though the White Wolves are planning another 
tearing attack. They have sent several of their best to keep close vigil on us. 
This is ridiculous.” The irritation was clearly perceptible in Kunzite’s deep 
voice. 
	Endymion glanced quickly at Serenity, whose dress flooded about her ankles 
as she stood and walked toward Kunzite, gritting her teeth against the pain that 
was emitting from her right thigh. The prince frowned.
	“You’re hurt.” He acknowledged. 
	Serenity pretended she didn’t hear.
	“Shall I give orders to kill or capture the beasts?” Kunzite asked his 
prince formally, however, his eyes never left Serenity’s who had come to a halt 
several feet from him.
	“Neither,” she said, her voice surprisingly collected and authoritative. 
	The silver-haired General raised an equally silver eyebrow and met eyes 
with Endymion. The prince’s expression was stoic and unreadable, his arms were 
crossed, leveled with his firm chest indifferently and he did not seem to intend 
on disputing Serenity’s orders. Kunzite sensed something irregular about the 
atmosphere that was encircling the three. 
	“The Wolves are not planning an attack on the camp, but on the contrary: 
they are guarding it against Beryl. Please do not ask me how I know Kunzite, 
because I will not let you know until the time is just,” her voice was quite 
serene.   
	Large blue eyes looked into silver ones and Kunzite couldn’t help but 
notice the similarity between Minako, more widely known as Sailor Venus, and 
Serenity. A push on his heart made the General’s eyes look away from the 
princess’ and he turned his gaze to Endymion. The prince, although not showing 
a great deal, seemed alert and he reached for the sword that had been resting 
on the table, hooked it on his hip, and advanced to Kunzite’s side.
	Serenity watched his actions and quickly readied herself by grabbing her 
black cloak from her cot. However, Endymion raised a hand to stop her.
	“Serenity, you are staying here.” His voice was superior and strong. 
	The princess turned angry sapphire eyes to Endymion, and Kunzite decided 
that his wish to be standing where he was, was becoming increasingly small.
	Serenity couldn’t believe what her ears were hearing. She knew, 
nevertheless, that her previous actions had not proved her to be the most 
strong and responsible woman in the world. But after the discussion that they
had held, she thought, Endymion would not leave her alone in the tent. She 
knew that the prince had to perform his duties as the military leader he was, 
but she had hoped that he would not lock her up, leaving her waiting for his 
late return. She hated being alone. She hated the idea of Beryl sneaking into 
the tent while she felt down and helpless. Serenity knew of course, that she 
could always fight, but Lady Death’s appearance itself made fear and hate 
curl through her body like worms in the ground. 
	She turned pleading eyes to Kunzite, who had been looking down 
respectfully, trying to make his presence unnoticeable. He looked up and 
perceiving Serenity’s insistent gaze, placed a hand on Endymion’s shoulder. 
	“Endymion, I think it would be to Serenity’s advantage if she 
accompanied you, especially now that we know that Beryl is able to break into 
the camp.” The General spoke and Serenity granted him with a thankful smile.
	“How do *you* know about Beryl?” The prince questioned his General.
	Kunzite seemed to become rather uneasy and his tanned face turned a 
slight shade of red. 
	“Well, I was standing outside when you two were talking and I 
accidentally overh-.”  
	A long, alarming howl followed by a deafening explosion interrupted the 
General’s honest excuse and the earth rumbled and trembled under the trio’s 
feet. Serenity almost lost her balance, but thanks to her lengthy training, 
she did not fall. Kunzite hurried outside immediately after the rumbling stopped 
and Serenity could hear him barking orders to the startled soldiers that had not 
been training in the fields.
	Endymion had almost followed suite, was it not for Serenity’s 
presence, and he took hold of her trembling hand to lead her to safety. But, 
she shook her head, pulling her hand away from his and hurried to her trunk. 
	A frown appeared on the prince’s face as he realized that Serenity 
had retrieved her transformation brooch from her belongings. His heart’s 
pace increased a thousand times as understanding hit him.
	“Serenity, don’t!” He ordered, if not pleaded. But it was too late. 
Serenity had already called for the sacred Crystal and her metamorphosis 
into Sailor Moon commenced.
	As he watched her transform, Endymion felt fear clutch his heart and 
the scene from his haunting dream flashed through his eyes. No! It was not 
supposed to be this way! 
	Another loud explosion together with the same upsetting shake of the 
earth, occurred and Serenity, having turned into Sailor Moon, landed 
skillfully on the trembling ground, from her transformation.
	“Let’s go!” She shouted over the rumbling. 
	Endymion shook his head violently and firmly placed his hands on her 
suited shoulders. 
	“No! You will not fight. I will *not* allow it!” His voice was harsh and 
his eyes stormy. Loud screams and howls were heard from outside and Endymion 
estimated that the attacks must have been approximately a quarter of a mile 
away, perhaps in the training field.
	A heaving Jadeite entered the room in a frenzy. His eyes held fire and 
his right hand a large sword. He appeared surprised to see Sailor Moon, but 
quickly shook the blow away, turning to the angry Endymion. 
	“Damn them! They’re led by that fool, Flapston! No wonder he didn’t 
train these disgraceful soldiers!” The blonde General spoke fast and 
wrathfully. He spat.
	Endymion let go of the princess’ shoulders and, deciding that he 
would permit nothing to happen to her, let her follow him and Jadeite out 
of the tent. 

* * *
	Heart hammering in her chest, Sailor Moon walked between Endymion 
and Jadeite, Acnili and Arob on her heals. She wanted to close her eyes and 
pretend she didn’t see the young, lifeless bodies of the soldiers that she 
had seen the night before roaming about the camp carelessly. 
	She had followed the prince and his General to the location where 
Flapston’s forces had attacked. The offensive army had fled scarcely before 
the princess had arrived and the two White Wolves, who had helped Endymion’s 
surprised and untrained soldiers to fight, had joined her and protectively 
walked behind her. Nobody questioned this doing. 
	Instead, Endymion and Jadeite walked between the carcasses and with 
glassy, cold eyes tried to look beyond the horizon, swearing revenge under 
their breaths. 
	“Where are the three Generals?” Jadeite asked a nearby soldier, who 
had stood up from his reclining position, limping toward them. 
	Serenity felt tears starting to brim her soft blue eyes as she looked 
at the feeble fighter. As he approached, he respectfully bowed to Endymion 
and a slight look of surprise covered his face as he glanced at the young 
woman. 
	“They teleported back to the camp, sir. General Kunzite is severely
wounded.” The young soldier covered his mouth as he coughed, leaving a stain of 
blood on his already bloody sleeve. 
	A wave of concern clouded Serenity’s mind and she winced as she 
remembered the forgotten pain in her thigh. In the rush that she had left the 
tent, she had disregarded the ache. But now, seeing the wounded young soldier 
and hearing appalling news of her dear friend, she remembered it. 
	A overwhelming sadness become existent in her heart and she silently 
wished that she could do something about the young man’s health, for she 
knew that he would expire. She could feel his death approaching.
	She turned to Endymion. His eyes were cold and almost unseeing. 
Instead of their deep, ocean color, a darkness seized and made him look extremely 
dangerous. He didn’t reveal much sentiment, and the princess found herself 
wondering if he even cared about Kunzite’s well-being. However, Serenity 
realized that, at that moment, he would have done anything to discard the 
universe of wicked waste, such as Beryl. She couldn’t help but think that the 
man they called Flapston had betrayed his original forces and turned to the 
stronger side. That of Beryl’s. Typical, Serenity thought in disgust.
	“Then we must turn back and confirm that Kunzite receives the treatment 
he needs. How did he become injured, soldier?” Endymion questioned. 
	The man squinted slightly, trying to recall the horrible happenings of 
just minutes before.
	“General Kunzite and General Nephrite arrived after the second 
explosion. General Zoicite had already been here because he was supervising 
our training.” The soldier stopped to cough and Endymion frowned. “And then, 
something very odd happened. A bird, an eagle, I daresay, squealed right 
above General Kunzite’s head and grabbed his attention. And…I don’t know why, 
but he seemed…bewitched. While this was happening, Flapston, who is not known 
for any *special* magical powers, materialized a javelin in his hand and threw 
it toward the General…He didn’t have time to move. It hit him, in the 
chest, sir.” 
	“What is your name?” Jadeite asked. His voice was flat. 
	“Samson, sir. Jorak Samson.” The soldier replied. He coughed again and 
Serenity’s heart contracted. She hated seeing him suffer. She knew that in a 
few hours, he wouldn’t be suffering anymore, but entering the deepest of 
slumbers. 
	A flash of an idea bolted in her mind.
	“Jorak,” she called softly. The soldier turned his face to hers. His 
eyes were the color of ebony and his hair was the lightest shade of blonde, 
almost silver. A look of pain rested on his young face and Serenity guessed 
that he was no more than sixteen. She frowned. As innocent and loyal as he 
looked, she couldn't help but feel something odd about him. First of all, 
why were men as young as him in the army? 
	Endymion turned his eyes to her and his face reflected curiosity. A 
sudden chill raced up her spine and she realized that she had not felt the 
bitter cold until then. Jadeite’s face seemed troubled. Serenity knew that 
they had to hurry to Kunzite. Her heart fell at the thought of him being 
gravely injured when…just an hour before, he was in perfect shape.
	Slowly, Sailor Moon closed her eyes and placed a delicate hand on 
Jorak’s chest. He watched with wide, curious black eyes as the silver light 
that emitted from her hand outlined her and a rush of cool, comfortable 
breeze sprinted through his battered body. After a few moments, she opened 
her beautiful blue eyes and smiled angelically.
	A wave of nausea dashed through her head and Serenity grabbed on to 
Endymion for support. He placed protective hands on her waist and teleported 
away with her. Jadeite followed suite, leaving the amazed Jorak behind with 
the two wolves who had not *said* anything the whole while. 

* * *
	“This way, your highness.” A military doctor, dressed in a bloody 
pale blue robe, led them to the Medical Tent. 
	Serenity had not realized how much the healing process had drained 
out of her. Endymion seemed upset that she had healed Jorak, but she couldn’t 
help but feel relieved and happy for the young soldier. Fear tugged her heart 
as she looked about the tattered camp, and she dreaded the moment when she 
would have to look at Kunzite.
	As they entered the tent, Serenity felt the silent darkness of death 
roving the sickening air and her hand clutched Endymion’s armored arm for 
support. Moaning from the dying and wounded soldiers that lay on the hard 
cots reached her ears and she felt as though she would break down and cry 
as the darkness and pain filled her body. 
	“Where is Kunzite?” she asked the doctor in a collected voice. Once 
again, she was surprised at the tone of it and mentally thanked Selene for 
the unidentified strength that presented itself in appropriate times. She 
just wished that it would always be in attendance. 
	The doctor eyed her curiously, but motioned the three with a wave of 
his gloved hand toward a cot in the back of the tent. Serenity recognized 
the mass of silver hair immediately and she approached the conscious General 
quickly. Endymion and Jadeite did the same.
	Serenity gasped at the sight and did not dare look into Kunzite’s 
pain-filled eyes for the fear that she would be overcome by sorrow. The sheets 
that he lay on were the richest crimson color and he did not move the smallest
muscle. His eyes however, followed the new arrivals’ every move. 
	Sailor Moon touched her brooch lightly and closed her eyes as her fuku 
disappeared and her dress and cloak took its place. She glanced at Endymion and 
realized that his face was dark and troubled as he watched his High General 
helpless and wounded. 
	“Is there anything we can do?” Jadeite asked the doctor who stood 
several feet away. His voice was cold and strained.
	The doctor shook his head lightly.
	“I’m afraid not, General. It was extremely hard to stop the flood of 
blood. The javelin dug in deep and it did not touch any vital organs. However, 
the wound is still fatal and I believe that he will stay alive for another 
three hours, the utmost.” The doctor spoke quietly, so that Kunzite would 
not hear. 
	But it did not matter, for Kunzite knew his fate. His body had become 
numb many minutes before and he could not help but feel as though the woman 
that stood next to his prince was Minako. His eyes were blurry, as was his mind 
and he wished that the gentle hands of the woman he loved would be holding his 
and he would pass into the next life peacefully and beautifully. 
	Hot, burning tears filled Serenity’s eyes and one of them trickled down 
her silky cheek. She stroked Kunzite’s cheek softly and bent over him, placing 
her ear on his failing heart. She knew what she had to do.
	“Minako?” he whispered softly, his deep voice still strong. 
	Serenity shook her head and smiled sadly. 
	“No, Kunzite. Minako is back at the palace and in order to see her again, 
you’re going to have to stay alive. For her, Kunzite. Please.” Serenity’s voice 
was low and she decided that she only had one choice.
	She placed her hand on his chest and closed her eyes.
	“No, Serenity.” Endymion’s gentle hand went to her waist.
	She turned to him.
	“You’re already weak,” he said softly. 
	Serenity wondered what thoughts dashed through the prince’s mind. Was he 
insane, or just stupid? How could he leave his General, his best friend, to 
die?
	She didn’t listen. She closed her eyes and let the familiar power of the 
Crystal flow through her tired body and she smiled as she felt the grave wound 
close gradually under her palm. Her energy poured out of her body like a 
waterfall, but she did not renounce until she sensed that Kunzite would be 
all right.
	She opened her sapphire eyes to look into silver ones and she almost 
skipped for joy when Kunzite smiled healthily. However, she felt nausea overcome 
her once again and her eyes closed as her system shut down, leaving Endymion to 
catch her exhausted body from falling to the ground.

* * *
	The moon shone its familiar radiance on the silent camp as the sole 
shadow wandered about silently. It stopped at the largest tent and received low 
growls from two canines that stood on either side of the entrance. 
	Dark, hushed lilac eyes scanned the tent as the shadow entered, leaving 
the two White Wolves sleeping deeply outside. In the darkness, she discerned 
two cots that possessed young Royalties. One of them, having drunk a glass of 
strong wine, slept dreamlessly, his handsome face appearing somewhat 
distressed. The other, although tired to her very bone, slept uneasily. 
	The silhouette approached the princess’s cot and bent over her, blowing 
a freezing breeze in her golden tresses. The princess whimpered quietly, 
hugging herself as she shivered. The shadow frowned. Shoulder length ebony 
hair hung like a curtain as she bent over again, blowing another icy breeze 
in the princess’s hair. 
	Serenity’s eyes opened at once. She turned and almost screamed, was it 
not for the intruder’s delicate hand on her mouth. 
	“Shh, princess. Don’t scream. You’ll wake up Endymion.” The voice was 
soft and familiar. 
	Serenity widened her cerulean eyes and she moved up into a sitting 
position.
	“Saturn,” she whispered. “What are you doing here? You scared me 
half to death!” 
	The Senshi of Silence smiled sadly. Her young face showed concern 
and unbelievable mystery as she looked at her princess.
	“Pluto has sent me,” she whispered back. 
	“Why? Is something wrong?” Serenity asked. Too late, she realized 
it was a dense question. A war was going on, everything was wrong. 
	Sailor Saturn nodded, and with a graceful movement of her hand, 
her staff appeared. 
	“There have been serious disturbances in the timeline.” Saturn 
explained quietly. 
	On the other side of the tent, Endymion moved in his bed, still 
asleep.
	Serenity watched the girl as she waved her staff skillfully, showing 
the secret Time Cipher. Nobody but Pluto and Saturn knew how to read it, 
and the princess wondered why she was showing it to her. Numbers and symbols 
linked together appeared in the bitter air, glowing with red, yellow and 
icy light. They flowed in circles and in numerous patterns, leaving tails 
of sparkling lights behind. 
	Saturn stretched a hand toward the cryptogram and gently captured 
two symbols from it. Serenity watched with wide, naïve irises as the other 
Senshi opened her palm in front of her and pointed with her other hand to 
the first symbol. It hovered in the air, shedding a silver light on Saturn’s 
pretty face. It was of odd shape, almost like the letter ‘M’ encircled by 
a quivering line with soft wings and magical twinkles. 
	“This,” Saturn began. “Is the symbol for the Silver Millennium. And 
this,” she pointed to the other symbol that radiated a dizzy red light and 
looked like the letter ‘N’ encircled by a square lined with prickles and 
flames. “Is the Negaverse. Today, several minutes after the attacks on the 
camp stopped, these two symbols became one.” 
	Saturn clasped both symbols and molted them together. It was a 
sickening sight, even though Serenity had never seen it before. The 
beautiful character of the Silver Millennium became a pale shade of red 
and the thorns of the Negaverse symbol protruded from it, making it look 
extremely evil. 
	“This has never occurred before, and although I am not at liberty to tell 
you what is designed to happen, I can tell you that it is not this. What this 
means is that the Negaverse and Silver Millennium became one. Evil and Good 
as one. That is not possible…” Saturn freed the symbols with another genteel 
movement of her Staff and turned deep mauve eyes to the princess.
	Serenity felt bewitched and confused. This was all extremely strange and 
she could not make any sense of it. What she also didn’t understand was 
why did Saturn come to her.
	“I came to you because you were present when this odd occurrence took 
place. We need to figure out what happened so that we can repair the 
problem.” The black-haired Senshi answered her unsaid question. 
	The princess frowned and shook her head.
	“I don’t know, Hotaru.” She said softly. Her head felt like a balloon 
and she sniffled quietly. 
	Sailor Saturn sighed and took Serenity’s delicate hand in her own. 
	“Princess, I don’t know why the fates have decided to place the burden 
of the Universe on your back, but I do hope that you and Endymion will bring 
us to peace.” Hotaru spoke gently. She looked into her princess’s confused 
azure eyes and for the first time in a long time, smiled. 
	“You are in love, Serenity. Don’t lose what you have.” She added and 
Serenity smiled back.
	“I will try my best. Although, it seems as though Endymion is becoming 
increasingly distant toward me, Hotaru. I’m scared that he does not love me 
any more.” Her voice was wounded and her blue eyes filled with the tears 
that she had not shed. 
	Saturn frowned.
	“I do not believe that he does not hold the same feelings toward you 
that he has for the past four years.” She said. “But I must leave.” 	
	Serenity looked at her and thanked her with a soft smile. 
	“What do I do?” Serenity asked quietly.
	“The White Wolves might help you discover what happened. They are loyal 
to you princess, have faith in them.” Saturn said. She turned to look at the 
cot across the room, making sure that the prince was still deep in slumber.   
	Serenity nodded.
	“I do. But what do I do next?” 
	“Call on the Inner Senshi, princess. Join them, for Beryl does not have
a pleasant proposal for you.” The Senshi of Silence looked at her princess 
and smiled. “Have faith,” she advised and disappeared.

* * *
	“Serenity!” The princess opened her eyes at once and shot up from
her bed with a gasp, shivering violently. Endymion and his Generals, Kunzite 
included, were present inside the tent. The prince stood beside her cot. 
	His face was concerned, alert and angry. He was fully armored and 
Serenity felt confusion seize her mind.
	“We are going back,” he spoke. His voice was harsh. “The Earth Palace 
has been attacked.”
	Dread enveloped her heart and Serenity found herself already preparing 
for her departure.Endymion and the Generals exited the tent, saying that they 
would return after she was ready. 
	She attired herself properly and stepped outside, shuddering against 
the cold as the wind slapped her silky skin. It was still dark and Serenity 
felt her heart repeatedly hit her chest painfully. Looking up at the still 
risen moon, she prayed.
	“Oh Selene, I pray. Help us.” 

End Part Six.