His golden sword, Once a sign of Endymion's four generals, was poised above my chest. Tainted with crimson blood of the innocent and those who only wanted to defend their queen.
I knew my emerald eyes showed the disgust and betrayal I felt, I could tell because his were cold, taunting and even amused. Those eyes, so unlike the ones who belonged to the man I fell in love with.
Even though I remained weapon less and lacked enough power that was needed to even call up one of my weaker attacks. I refused to believe it was over.
I had passed the mangled bodies of Venus and Mercury; Mars was charred and scorched from flames when I found her, I guess she killed herself with one of her own attacks then suffering the immense pain of believing that her lover had turned against her.
Endymion had died in the fray, the princess shortly after, because of the link they shared or the heartbreak of losing ones' true love, nobody is sure.
The outer senshi, excluding Pluto died in battle protecting the Earth. Honour-bound
I knew that is what they wanted, the only thing they would have desired more would have been to be the victors of this cold-hearted, brutal war.
Apart from Pluto, who is destined to guard the Time-gates for eternity, a fate worse then death in my opinion. I was the last remaining senshi, but not for long, I knew.
Whatever my soon to be murderer said, It was not over.
May it be the next life or the one after that or even several after that I will have my revenge I told him, he simply laughed and replied there would be no next life, he would make sure of that
He held up the killing sword, which gleamed in the moonlight and I closed my emerald pooles, that would not open for another millennium, as he drove it through my chest and pierced my heart, my last thoughts being, 'My heart is already dead, it died the day when you left me.'