Quietly I stalk them, watching from afar as they live the lives they have been reborn to live

Quietly I stalk them, watching from afar as they live the lives they have been reborn to live. I laugh gently at their first meeting, an awkward exchange of missed meanings and hapless understanding. They won't figure out they're meant to be together for another few weeks but I know, I know things about them even they would be surprised to find out. I close my eyes lengthy and open to a new room, my darling young friend a frail piece of her former self. She lies in a bed her body defying her, her mind racing; the rush of wanting to reach out to her is over whelming. But I cannot. My job as guardian of space and time prevent me from interfering even when the outcome is so dangerous. A tear escapes me and I wander slowly to my chair. Thousands of years I have spent in my solitude watching and waiting, each passing ripple a warning against an unspeakable terror. My will to change it does no good when I am forced to watch from afar. Pain, anguish and guilt, my favourite pangs. I grip my staff with both hands pointing it at the window closing my eyes I wish for the strength to make the move, to end the terrible silence that approaches, but my duty over takes me and I lower my weapon sighing. No one could know my darkness. Memories of a past I care not to recall swarm over me tingling my neck and shivering my spine. A choice was made for me, a decision I had no part of, claiming my soul and eternity. I was born into this duty and lived with it for eons before the Queen of the moon sent for me, relieving me of my post in hope that the seer of evil would be unneeded. Had I been there our current world would be much different. Had I foreseen the oncoming Queen Beryl and her brainwashed human army we would never have needed to fight and lose. I let my gaze return to the small girl in my window, she is shaking again, another seizure enveloping her frame if she only knew. The last day of the kingdom is clearer in my mind then any other, a wash of red blood and dead senshi surround me as I stand fixed next to my only real partners. Uranus to my left, Neptune to my right. We call for our weapons doing all the damage we can, finally destroying the army before us, covered head to toe in the remains of the dead we stand before our queen. She is badly injured but it is not her physical self we are concerned for, she has lost her daughter, her only heir, her serenity and her court. Quietly she raises her crystal, the crystal that we the outer senshi know gives and takes life. We bow before her, knowing what it is she must do, and out of the shadows emerges the senshi of Saturn. The planet of death, destruction and finally rebirth. Uranus, Neptune and I slowly take our leave, my partners grasping hands while I stand near. They say their good byes as lover would and promise to find each other again. I hold each of them tightly as we agree that when the time is needed we'll fight again. I return to my post, silently deciding never again to leave it, watching as the crystal is raised, the court of the moon revived for a moment before the glaive of Saturn is amerced and the destruction begun. I over see the guidance of the senshi to the soft blue planet that caused our demise. Promising my queen in my last act to her to watch over them; as my duty not faltering. And so I have done watching behind the scenes as they have been called upon to defend the one thing that caused their demise. Battling unknown evil, dodging death, rebuilding lost friendships and love. My heart grows warmer and somewhere in my soul I know we will be saved. I stand from my chair approaching my window, stepping through and into the Earth I so long to destroy. I must join the battle leaving the post I swore to never vacate. They need me. And so I will fight, along the side of my partners to the death I know is before us, the silence. The end.