I in no way own Sailor Moon, Naoko Takeuchi does, charectors that she did not create, i did, as simple as that.

Prologue-

The world of the dream was a strange one, and the sensation of floating through space and time, one of tranquility. The dreaming girls' thoughts were at peace, and the world she walked through one of starlit skies, scented in lavender. If she turned her head quickly enough, she could see the faint silhouette of a man beside her, and if she closed her eyes, feel his hand in hers. Even though she dreamed, she felt herself blush, both in happiness and uncertainty. And as it was in the world of dreams, the valley they walked though became unnatural, the grasses fading into tiled hallways. But then, her companion vanished, and the girl felt concern, which swiftly became fear. The stars became black, and the quiet sounds of the wind on the grass became silence. The rolling hills warped and twisted, curling into glinting sapphire mirrors, which circled her from all sides, showing her reflections of herself, some young, some old, some sad, some happy. But in one mirror, the one she hesitated to face, a different reflection shone. Instead of the short azure hair she was accustomed to, it was long and blonde, bound up in two buns, the length of her hair trailing to the floor, yet not quite brushing it.

The dreamer touched the hair with confusion, then the school uniform she wore, the intricate brooch on the bow. The reflection imitated her, until it smiled suddenly, ceasing to copy her actions. Instead, the mirror stretched outward, as the shadow within pressed a hand against it, pushing her way forward with a smile.

"Serena?"

The reflection continued to smile, approaching her friend, who backed away, but not quickly enough. A hand reached out, wrapping itself around the dreamer's neck, and though she tried, the girl who dreamed could not break free of the hold, as air faded from her world.

It was with a grateful gasp that Amy awoke, clutching her covers to her chin, struggling to breathe in the air that was present in her room. She pressed a hand to her neck. There were no fingermarks. No prints to show that her throat had recently been crushed. She blinked once, the leapt from the bed, running through the darkly shadowed apartment. Her arm shot out, fingers encompassing the phone, even as it began to ring. Startled, she fumbled with it, finally hitting the 'on' button.

"Serena?"

There was a pause, then another voice. "Amy?"

"Raye . . . Raye?"

"You saw it too?"

"Yes."

There really was no need to say what 'it' was. They each reacted in equal ways, Amy thinking the phone was Serena, Raye already calling the scouts. Raye continued, "I just tried Serena's house . . . the line was busy . . . ."

"Darien?"

"I think so."

"Have you tried-"

"No, next."

"I'm on my way."

"Okay. Five minutes."

There was a sharp click as Amy heard Raye set her phone down, next to her bed. Amy cast a glance around the room, eyes sneaking to her mother's open door. Dr. Anderson was back on the late shift this week, having had her day shift the week preceding. Into the cloaking darkness, she lifted her hand.

"Mercury Crystal Power! Make-up!"

The cool, yet somehow warm feeling of water coursed both around and through her, familiar yet startling as it was each time. When her feet hit the floor again, she took a deep breath, cleansing her lungs. Then she headed out of the apartment. Their Princess needed her soldiers.