Author's notes: Hello everyone~ So here it is, my first attempt at a story. I will try to update as often as I can, but do keep in mind that I only write because I find it fun. I shall not be stressing over releasing chapters, so I apologize in advance for the time it might take me. By the way, the first few chapters are always rough for me to write, so I apologize in advance. Please bear with it. ^^ Also, I apologize in advance for any mistakes. I try my best to catch them, but English is not my first language, so they will happen at times.

One last thing… This story while most likely combine some ideas from the anime and the manga. Although both are close together, some facts do differ (such as the gender of the Starlights, for example) so I might be mixing some facts together and what not. Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimers: The Sailor Senshi, most characters and everything belong to the very talented Naoko Takeuchi.

"You feel it too?"

Haruka did not turn when she heard the voice of the person she loved. She did not move either, remaining where she was. This little balcony, attached to her room, was her sanctuary, the place she came to when she needed to think. After all, it was the one place she could feel and hear the wind the most in the whole house. It was her place of quiet, though she never minded when Michiru joined her. After all, the two shared more than just a similar faith. They had known, from the moment they had met, that they were destined to be together. Despite that, there were times when the blonde woman was a little bothered by the way the other always seemed to know when something was bothering her, regardless of how hard she was trying to hide it. Like today, for example. Haruka had escaped her because she had been worried about what she had recently felt from the winds, but she had thought she had hid it well. It was obvious, from the simple question Michiru had just asked her, that she hadn't been able to fool the aqua haired woman

"Hotaru has too. And Setsuna, though she has not spoken about it, seems to have something on her mind." Michiru stepped closer to the tall woman, moving to lean against the railing of the balcony. She stared at the horizon, much like the way Haruka was doing. "And the sea is restless…"

"I know" said Haruka. "I've felt it too. I had hoped, at first, that it was only a trick of the wind" she admitted. "But it's been days now, and the winds have not calmed down. Something is coming Michiru, and I don't like it."

The aqua haired woman sighed, softly. She shifted, resting her head against Haruka's shoulder. "I do not either my love" she admitted. And with the wedding supposed to happen in just a few months, this was not good timing.

The world had been a peace for nearly two years now. After Galaxia had been healed and Chaos destroyed, it seemed as though all evil of the world had remained silent; or at least, had stayed away from this solar system. But while the Inner Senshi enjoyed the new found peace, it had left the Outer Senshi worried and on edge at first. Slowly but surely, everyone had started falling back into a more 'normal' lifestyle. No longer where they needed to fight evil. There was no more staying out late at night fighting various demons and monsters. They were allowed to follow their dreams, to try and achieve whatever they wanted before they were needed.

Mamoru and Usagi had slowly but surely began planning their lives together. The Moon princess had graduated high school a year ago, along with the rest of her Guardian, but had opted to only go to University part time. Had she been able to make her own decision, it was likely that she would have chosen not to. The blonde wasn't very good with school work, and she hated it anyways. But Mamoru had been clear: if Usagi did not at least try to continuing some studying, he was not going to marry her. So usage had let herself get convinced. She followed some classes with Minako, in an art program at the Juuban University. She didn't do as well as her dear friend did, but she was trying her best. As for Mamoru, he was almost finished with his studies. In just another year, he would be able to become a resident, working alongside doctors at a hospital. After the whole thing with Galaxia, he had opted to stay near his beloved, remaining in Japan to finish his studies. They had kept themselves busy, planning their wedding. The date had been set, and it was fast approaching. Whether it would happen as planned or not seemed uncertain now though.

Minako was still trying to make it as a star. She went to auditions and casting calls as often as she could, hoping that she would one day finally get her chance. She had some luck a few times: she had landed a minor role in a movie, and had a role in a musical recently. She was also working to pay her studies with some on the side modeling. Apparently, a pretty blonde young woman with bright blue eyes and long shapely legs could make a lot of money if she wanted. But Minako also concentrated on her studies, going to the Juuban University with Usagi in an Art program. Although she didn't enjoy the studying very much, she was trying her best to do well. And at least, with Usagi there, she wasn't the worst one in her class.

Ami had followed in her mother's footsteps, choosing to become a doctor. Like Mamoru, she had opted to remain in Japan, in case she was needed. But as peace remained, she was starting to think about leaving. After all, if two years had passed without anything happening, perhaps it was a sign that peace was there to stay. It pained Michiru to think that the young blue haired woman wouldn't be able to fulfill that dream just yet.

Makoto was busy working on learning more cake recipes. She had joined forces with Motoki, making various cakes and desserts for the Crown Parlor. It was clear the two had gotten closer and closer as time passed, and ever since his girlfriend Reika, had decided to leave the country to study abroad. A long distance relationship had not worked between the two, but it had been good for Makoto, who had grown closer to the man.

Rei had gone to University as well, though she opted for a degree in business instead of anything else. She was really only doing so to help her grandfather run the shrine a little better. She still most of her time watching the flames at the temple, though it was clear, from the way she had yet to sense anything—or had not told anyone else yet—that she had let her guards down a tad. But who could blame her, with the peace that had reigned over the world?

As for the Outers… Well, they hadn't changed much. Haruka still raced and played the piano, while Michiru painted and played the violin still. Hotaru was now in high school, and though she was still awkward, she had slowly but surely began making some friends. Setsuna, now that Hotaru was older, had started spending more time at the Gates again, though she made a point to spend every weekend with her 'family'. Her free time was split between making clothes—she was currently concentrating on Usagi's wedding dress and the bridesmaids' dresses—and working part time as the nurse at Hotaru's school. But while the Inner Senshi had begun letting their defences down, the Outer had remained on edge, just waiting for the peace to be broken. And it seemed that the time had come. It was a fact that bothered Michiru and Haruka, and both women were afraid of how everyone would react. Would they even believe them? Would anyone even be ready to take up fighting again?

Then again, it wasn't like they would ever even have the chance to decide. If the world needed them, the Senshi would fight, whether they liked it or not.

"We should call everyone together" said Michiru softly.

"Not yet" replied Haruka. "It would be a shame to worry everyone over something that it still unsure" she explained. "But we should speak to Setsuna and Hotaru-chan" she added quickly, before the other could say anything more.

Michiru nodded, lifting her head away from the other's shoulders. "We should go to them now" she commented. "The sooner we speak, the better it shall be…"

Haruka didn't reply anything else. Instead, she nodded her head, and followed the aqua haired woman as she left the balcony and headed back inside, away from the now much chillier winds as the sun began to set. The solder of the wind seemed worried still, but she hoped that speaking about it would at least help some. Together, the four Outer Senshi would at least have an idea of how to react to what felt like a new threat. And, though that was perhaps nothing more than an unrealistic dream, they would be able to deal with it themselves, before the Inner Senshi and their Princess would have to be involved.

The man was tall, over six feet. He had silver hair, cut to his shoulders, left loose. His eyes were light blue, like a warm summer sky. But they were far from warm. They were cold, holding a darkness within them that made his handsome face only seem scary. His expression did not help either, as it matched the darkness in his eyes. He seemed relaxed, despite the fact that the fingers of his right hand were holding on to the neck of a girl.

The girl's face could not be seen; only her back was. Her hair, pale green in a colour, and was short, not even touching her shoulders. It was messy though, as though she had fought a long and arduous battle against something or someone. She was struggling against the man, gargling and choking sounds escaping her.

The man only seemed amused though, an ugly smirk twisted on his lips. "Have I made myself clear Xander and Amaya?" he asked. His voice, like the rest of him, was dark and cold, scary even. "Join us. Give up finally, or we will not keep you alive. Fighting is useless…" He released the girl, who collapsed to her knees, hands going to her throat as she coughed and wheezed for air, head bowed.

"The… soldiers…princesses…" she wheezed, obviously in pain.

"The princesses are nothing! They are useless and they have forgotten all about us!" suddenly yelled the silver haired man. He lifted his hand, and brought it down, hard, on the girl's cheek. There was a scream somewhere, muffled, that sounded like the name 'Amaya', though it was too distant to be sure. "Forget about them, do you hear me? They have stopped caring about the world and the rest of us, and so we will get rid of them!"

Rei awoke with a start. Her eyes snapped open and she found herself staring at the wooden ceiling of her room in the shrine. This, she knew, had not been a normal dream. It had been a long time since she had dreamed of anything as realistic, but she knew, from experience, that it was something bad. She got dressed in a hurry, and headed straight her favourite room in the temple. There, a fire roared, never to be extinguished.

She kneeled before it and murmured her prayers. It wasn't long before the fire answered her, the flame dancing. The shape of a man was formed, but just as something else began to show itself, the fire suddenly grew bigger, hotter, the flames reaching the high ceiling of the shrine. Rei jumped, startled, eyes snapping open. The moment she moved away from the blaze though, opening her mouth to well for her grandfather as she hurried to leave the room, the fire went out. Not even the ashes seemed to be burning anymore. And despite how high and warm the fire had been, the room—and the ceiling—showed no sign of it. This was not a good sign.

The fire was never supposed to go out. It was supposed to stay strong, burning. If it ever went out, especially while someone was trying to get an answer to a question from it, it was never a good sign. And after the dream she had, she was certain that this was not just a coincidence. The two together, combined with the bad feeling she had in her stomach, was just making something they had all feared true: peace was over. And Rei hated the idea of it. She knew just how well everyone had gotten in a routine. The Inner, anyways, had, herself included. It saddened her to know it was all coming to an end. They had all known though, from the moment they accepted their transformation and their new found powers, that they would to take arms again whenever they were needed.

One more thing that worried the priestess was how familiar the people had been. It was as though she had seen them somewhere before, as though they were lost friends, long forgotten. Or at least, their voices seemed familiar. She was certain she would have remembered someone with a aura of evil such as the one the silver haired man in her dream… Unless he was corrupted. That too was a possibility, one they had seen happen before too.

She sighed softly. She would need to call a meeting tomorrow, with at least the Inner Senshi. They would speak together first, as they always did. But if Rei hunch was right and the two people she had seen (and the third, unseen one she figured was 'Xander') might have been from the former Moon Kingdom, then Setsuna would have to be contacted. They would need answers, or at least an idea of just who they were facing.

Now though, it was too late—or early, depending on your point of view; it was nearing 2am—to contact anyone. Tomorrow, as soon it was a decent enough time for everyone to be awake, she would call her closest friends. They at least had to be warned that yet another fight, another war, was nearing.

Author's Note (2): As I pointed out before, the first couple of chapters are hard to write. I hope this was alright. I decided to just start right from when the first signs of an enemy appearing are there. It was simply easier that way. Comments and reviews are loved and appreciated, although flamers or not. If you do not have something constructive or encouraging to say, then please do not say anything. ^^