Crystal Tokyo, the thirtieth century. A busy and vibrant capital, where the Crystal Palace shines in the centre of it all. It is a time of peace. No wars, little crime, nothing to threaten the ordinary, everyday lives of its residents.
A man groans and opens his eyes. He is lying in a small bed in a small room, with no idea of how he got there or where he is. For the time being, there is no one around to answer his questions.
He is not without his memories. At least, of a life before this one, and yet another beyond that. This is the first time he has ever been aware of both of his lives, as his second had been spent in service to a dark queen without any memory of his first. His first, where he served the Prince of the Golden Kingdom.
His memories, his emotions from both lives conflict with each other. What is he? A loyal servant to the Prince of Earth, or to the Queen of the Dark Kingdom? He reaches a hand to his forehead as the waves of memories continue to pass through him. Why is he here now? He had died twice before, once when the Queen of the Silver Millennium had sealed the newly brainwashed servants of the Dark Kingdom, and once when his own attack at been deflected back at him, piercing his chest.
That is the last thing he remembers. Crying out for Zoisite to meet him on the other side.
This isn't the afterlife, and Zoisite is no where to be seen. He is alone in a simple room, in a bed hardly big enough for one person.
He stands up, a little shaky on his feet at first, and looked out the window. The sight of the Crystal Palace is a new one for him. This is in no city on Earth that he was familiar with. Where is he? When is he? How long has he been dead? It could have been days, weeks, months, years, or even millennia. One thing he is certain of however, even though he knows nothing of his current location, is that the other three must be here as well. He would not have been the only one revived.
He has to find Zoisite.