(This is my first Sailor Moon fanfic in a very long time. Please, I know this is rushed. But I promise you that gradually, it'll get better.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything of BSSM. All rights go to Naoko Takeuchi.)

It was nighttime in the Petracca family…and what a peaceful night it was. Hushed voices and hearths of brilliant fire filled the house. Fresh chamomile leaves and lavender oil being put to good use could make even the most ravenous, bloodthirsty beast drowsy. The father was rubbing some oil on his chest to sleep well; his wife was brewing tea. The blue stars soared across the glittery night sky. Two children with thin, light, metallic hair were tucked in by their parents, who bore fluttering eyes, but still kissed them goodnight anyhow. If only they hadn't gone about their nighttime rituals beforehand, then Papa dearest wouldn't have tripped!

"Is it too early?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Well...I'm gonna go back to sleep."

"But we gotta see them again!"

"I'll wait. I'll look at the moon-dial and wa—"

"Yeah, yeah…good night."

A nine year old girl pale skin and with bluish-silver hair, huffed, staring at her brother. She stared at him, trying to decipher how one could be so lazy no matter what time it was—but quickly hearkened to turn around and flop on her belly. The wide eyed child then looked at the sparkly moon-dial that literally floated upon their dresser. It was a literal clock, but moon-dial was much better for consumerism.

The girl bounced up, and threw her covers to the side before doing the same to her brother. He let out a small cry of annoyance.

"I'm cold!"

"Too bad! We gotta see!"

"They're just sparkles."

"Special sparkles!"

"Fine…fine."

The two little children then went to the windowsill, stepping on the same stool that they would use to pray on thrice a day, to look up at the sky. They bit their lips in anticipation. A glittering, sparkling sky of different hues of blue and purple, with brilliance formulating in the cold, icy shooting stars that seemed to dive into the Mare Serenitatis. It was brilliance. Barren brilliance. The young boy yawned. But the little girl hoped deeply that it would come. It made her night. It gave her good dreams. It made her happy to pick plums in the morning. She prayed that God would send her beautiful fireworks every night…so why wasn't it happening?!

The boy had already given up. "It's not coming…so go back to bed."

"Fine. But there better be fireworks tomorrow."

"I don't care anymore. I'm looking forward to the sugarplums tomorrow evening."

"Fine. Night."

"G'night."

Now…these children are not important to our story. Their names? Eva and Arastos.

Eva becomes a chambermaid, Arastos a soldier, and they both end up dying anyway. During the siege of Silver Millennium, Eva is stabbed by Jadeite while trying to flee to safety, and Arastos drowns in the Mare Serenitatis after being knocked off by Kunzite. They were not one of the ones to be reincarnated. Their mere significance is that they did not even think about how they got here. They lived a comfortable life and were spoilt, praying for selfish things, complaining about not seeing fireworks and craving sugarplums, and did not even think about the blood shed for them to live so well. I dare say that they deserved their fate.

Why, if it wasn't for Serenity's lineage, they'd all be worn out moon fairies. But this is not to praise her.

She still has blood on her hands.

(Please review and offer honest critique. I need it. Thank you.)