Disclaimer: As usual, I disavow any rights to the characters from Pretty Guardian SailorMoon. They all belong to Takeuchi Naoko and Bandai.

The author is soley responsible for all unnatural movements of the Moon in this story.

The following story is based on the Live Action version of SailorMoon (PGSM). I hope you enjoy it! I do not hold chapters ransom for reviews, but I sure appreciate compliments, constructive criticism, and grammatical corrections. So if you feel like it, please press that little review button, and let me know what you think. - Raya

Pretty Guardian SailorMoon R - Prelude

Crescent Moon

Peace reigned throughout the dark apartment as a cool breeze played lazily with the curtains. In the bedroom, it blew the bits of cheerful yellow cloth back far enough for the light of the thin new moon to peek in.

Suddenly, another light began to shine. This one, as golden as the light of the moon shining through the curtains, came from the forehead of the woman sleeping peacefully next to her husband.

'Mama...' The woman stirred as a strange voice whispered through her dreams. 'Ma... ma...'

In her dreams, the woman frowned as she looked around the shadowy hallway. Her shoes tapped loudly on the crystalline floor as she took a step forward. Absently, her right hand gathered her long white skirt and held it out of her way as she searched for the softly crying child.

'Ma-ma' the little one sobbed, sounding a little impatient. The woman began to walk faster, dark pigtails swaying at her side, as the child began to wail. She was filled with a sense of urgency. She had to find the child quickly before...

Usagi sat straight up in her bed, eyes wide but blank as the sound of the child's distant scream echoed through her mind. On her forehead, the crescent moon blazed, and then winked out. Blinking rapidly, she began to look all around the room.

"Mamoru," she said urgently as she climbed out of bed. "Mamoru!"

Her husband woke abruptly as her movement and urgent tone registered. Quickly, he sat up and looked for the enemy. Seeing no one but Usagi, he relaxed and blinked at her patiently.

"Did you hear?" she asked as she moved quickly to the window. "Where is she?"

"Who?" he asked with a frown. He winced and turned his face away as she moved the curtain and allowed the city lights to fill the room.

"The little girl," Usagi answered with a look. "The one who was crying."

"I didn't hear anything," she heard him say as she looked down into the peaceful street far below. She turned away with a puzzled expression and watched him lay back down. "You must have been dreaming," he said as he pulled the sheet back up over his shoulders.

"But..." she replied softly. With one last, puzzled look around the room, she slowly walked back to the bed and climbed in. 'I swear I heard her,' she thought to herself as she stared up at the ceiling. Eventually, her eyes grew heavy, and she fell asleep once more.