The Lady Wore Black:

"The Lady seems to be fairing well." A young lady remarked, gazing into a crytral ball along
with a young man with pale skin and snow white hair.

"Indeed she is."

"Soon the Lady will come home."

"She will . . . back home in the future."

A question irked her, "You miss the Lady-?"

"I miss me more than anything I know." The young man cut the girl off,

"Creda, promise me this: That you will watch over her, that you will protect the small Lady."

She took a bow.

"On the honor of the Universe and my grave-I swear it."

******

"Are you gonna mediate under a tree all freaky day?" Sky demanded of the dark silver-haired girl

"Shut up, I'm channeling."

"Channeling what now?"

"It's time."

"Time?" Another female voice belonging to a brown-haired, green-eyed girl.

Sun walked onto the scene, they were gathered beneath an oak tree, "You mean to go back?"

"The Guardian Helios asked us to go back."

The girls excliamed, "Helios?!?"

"He DID?" Earth asked in a daze, wondering what her brother would say.

"We are to protect the Lady."

"The Small Lady!" They cried as one. Pyche rolled her grey eyes.

"The soon-to-be Great Lady." She corrected.

"But the Mothers, the Queen-" The golden-eyed Selena maintained, golden hair a halo above her face.

" . . . Are in danger if we don't go back and bring them here.
The next queen will be crowned and we must ensure that it is the Small Lady."

Doreira pinned her powder blue stare on Creda . . . Creda's eyes frozen on her rival.

"Terra-our exit please."

Terra saw the exchange, shaking her head slightly:

"Pyche, Sun, Sky . . .
We are one, we become one, we remain one."

"Sun!"

"Sky!"

"Pyche!"

"Earth!"

"Heart!" Selena yelled.

"Body!" Doreira shouted.

"Soul!" Creda cried.

"And Mind!" Terra finsihed.

"Earth Neo Thinkwave . . . . FLOAT!"

Four figures disappeared, going back in time.