SAILOR MOON ETERNAL
The 6th Season of the Sailor Moon Saga
By Haruka Kou
Part Two
Sailor Moon is the property of Naoko Takeuchi, Toei Animation and DIC
Across the distant ebony sky a single moonbeam shines down upon a world not its own, reaching through the depths of space to send a special message of hope and love.
A shadowy figure stands near an open window of an elegant palace. His dark handsome features look up towards the night sky, his deep blue eyes pierce through the darkness gazing at the stars, lost in his own thoughts. The breeze blows his hair softly brushing his cheek. He looks at the stars, the stars that are so much a part of him, and he finds himself wishing he could be once again shooting across the sky, as free as the wind. He wanted to be able to leave the boundaries of this world, return to another world---another world that his heart longed to be part of once again.
He knew why&emdash;it must be why&emdash;he felt this longing since the moment he left that place behind&emdash;since he left her behind. She was the reason for all of this, she made this all possible for him&emdash;for all of them to have their princess, a new planet, and a chance to piece their lives back together. Yet still he'd leave behind this new home and his Princess just to return to that world&emdash;to that Earth. Where he'd found his second Princess, and something more. Was this feeling inside what he's only heard about before? Did he love her? Is this love? He thinks to himself. How could he ever know? He left her behind to rejoin his princess and build a new world for his people, galaxies away. And she had him, she had someone else, someone she loved, loved deeply, unconditionally.
But what if the one she loved hurt her again, broke her heart. Could I be the one to pick up the pieces? The thoughts haunted his dreams, tortured his soul. He left her behind without knowing anything. She cares for me. I care for her. Could it turn into something more? For all these months he's spent here on his new world he's been tormented by these questions.
All of a sudden a light catches his eye. It was different from any of the other stars. Something about it made him feel a strange but somehow familiar presence. Something about it set him afire, caused the ache in his heart to grow stronger, made him want to reach out and take it in his hands, hold it close to him, make it his own. A feeling he hadn't had sinceÉ.
"Meatball" he whispers in disbelief as the moonbeam shines into the window, enveloping him.
Deep inside the palace, crimson on the beautiful world of Janus, there lies a spacious library, filled to the brim with every kind of book imaginable. The voluminous shelves were stacked to the ceiling every piece of literature, every book of poetry, every novel that the planet had to offer. This would be overwhelming for most ordinary people, but the young man seated at a desk in a corner of the room was by no means ordinary. In fact, he felt quite a home amidst the endless volumes of books, for intelligent was not enough to describe him. He was gifted in all subjects, with knowledge beyond his years. More than that he was brilliant, and this brilliance shown through his poetry. He wrote in every spare moment, the words flowing to him easily. His lavender purple eyes gaze at the paper in his hands.
"Visions of yesterday
Haunt my very dreams
My lonely mind wanders
Time has stopped for me it seems"
The words take on a melancholy mood, a feeling Terry could not quite rid himself of. Lately, he has been writing poems similar to that one, all on the same sad theme. What is wrong with me? What is this loneliness? Things are perfectly happy here on Janus. The kingdom is prospering, the people are home, yet---why doesn't it feel quite the same anymore? It was illogical. Closing his eyes, Terry once again finds a pair of mysterious fuschia eyes gleaming back at him through a mist. He couldn't quite make out her face, but he was sure it was a woman, a beautiful woman, a woman with lovely timeless eyes. Who is she? I see her often. Every time I close my eyes, in every dream, every thought, every word, I see her. Some force calls me to her. I am lonely without her, but is she just a figment of my imagination? The woman of my fantasies? Will I meet you someday, my lady? Dreams and romance are important. I've learned that. So I'll hold onto this dream of finding you. I will wait through all time for you. But I will find youÉ.somehowÉ.some wayÉ.I will find you. Terry opens his eyes slowly, always finding it difficult to tear himself away from that entrancing fuschia gaze.
But then suddenly, a sweet fragrance overtakes him. His heart skips a beat, then settles down quickly. No it's not her, if it was her, I'd know it. Thinking it Princess Fireball, he stands to greet her, but then he realizes it was not his Princess, it was something vaguely familiar, something that changes his serious mood and make him smile.
"Miss Serena," he smiles warmly.