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The amulet.

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-53 years later-

It was summer. Momend was a village half build in hills covered by trees. The Black Forest. The Black Forest. One of the biggest and most dangerous forests in the world of Nepta. It crossed all three lands of Plut, Uran and Nepta. The other half of the village was in the valley where a river divided the village from its fields and the wide grassland. Only a couple of the numerous farms were visible till the horizon ended the wideness.

A white horse galloped with its rider through plain grass and dry fields. Teal eyes searched for a specific farm.

A brown loose tunic and white pants covered the body. A bow and arrow around the torso.

Short blond hair waved in unison with the wind. The peaked ears listening to the blurring song of the wind. A young face smiled into the breezing air. Black boots forced to a faster pace when a certain farm became visible.

The hoofbeats were loud enough to announce the arrival of a horse. A brown haired woman turned to the direction of the village. She wore a basic garment and a pinafore. Her tired eyes and skin revealed her middle age.

"Haruka!" She whispered, when she recognized a white dot from afar. She was gathering apples around an apple tree near a little farm. Momend was at the horizon only visible as a brownish grey dot in front of the Black Forest hills. It was about noon and the sun was standing low. She had to shield the light rays by a hand when her green eyes scanned the horizon one more time to see now a white horse which was heading her. It needed only seconds till the white dot afar was that big, that she could identify blond hair and a brown too familiar tunic.

"Haruka!" She shouted now and stepped barefoot towards the person arriving, holding the apples in her white pinafore. She got really excited about the arrival of her old friend and a big smile formed on her face.

The horse got slower upon reaching the tall brunette and finally stopped in front of her snuffling for the apples in her pinafore. "Lacrima!" The barefoot woman shook her head with a grin and pulled out an apple offering it to the female horse, recognizing it as the white foal she saw years ago. "The last time I've seen you, you were smaller than a pony, Lacrima." She caressed the white mane, watching the horse eating the apple. It was obvious that the older woman avoided looking into teal eyes.

Haruka slipped smoothly from Lacrimas back and tapped its shoulders. The blond was taller than the brunette and the tan of the skin was far darker.

"And I don't know when it was the last time I've seen you Haruka!" Green orbs turned to see the blond caressing the horse as she did.

"Makoto!" After a deep breath the rider dared to turn and locked teal eyes with green ones.

Makotos eyes widened as she eyed up her friend. Apples fell to the ground when both her hands rose in shock to her face. Lacrima nickered and took another apple. "You still grow!" She exclaimed. The blond nodded. "And your face…" She shook her head while stretching one hand to touch the cheek of Haruka when she felt how smooth and young the skin still was. "You know I never believed those words of my son, when he told me, that you didn't change and still look pretty, young, even younger than him… and not to say…" She smirked. "…handsome…"

Harukas cheeks colored by the compliment. Teal eyes never leaving the green ones. "So do you Makoto!" The husky voice of the rider sounded serious.

"Ha, still the charmer!" She choked, took the hand off and put it instead on her own face to feel the difference. "You are eight years older than me but do look like 30 years younger than me." She shook her head. "No… I don't look handsome any more. Not to mention pretty and young. I'm not like you Haruka. I'm aging. I'm old and become day after day more hideous." She remembered her time, when she was that pretty brunette girl, who her old friend once loved and whom she loved in return. "Every crease of my skin makes me thinking about my youth…"

"Our youth!" The blond protested.

"Oh no Haruka, you are definitely still in your young days." She grinned a sad smile, turned away and picked up the apples which were still left of Lacrimas hunger.

Haruka kneeled by her side and helped her, their hands touching when both wanted to grab the last fruit. Their eyes locked and whilst standing up Haruka released the grip for the last apple and Makotos hand who passed the blond taking the fruits and heading the little farm.

"I don't think that you were coming to visit an old woman. What is it that you come now, after all these years?"

Haruka looked to Lacrima and flustered in her ear to wait then ran after the brunette woman who was already reaching the house. She put the apples in a basket next to the door.

"Makoto!" The brunette turned. "All the years don't have to say anything. You are still the woman I knew once. Our adventures together are with me every day. You are with me. I still love you and you know that!"

A small smile grew on the Makotos face. "Yuki isn't here. He's out hunting with his father."

Haruka only nod. "I'm not here for Yuki." Green eyes widened but Haruka added quickly. "No, and I'm not here for Usagi either." The blonde chuckled lightly. "I'm not involved in anything concerning your daughter! I don't have anything in common with my reputation!"

"Oh you do!" That was Makotos turn to chuckle leaving the blond with an open mouth and a shocked expression. Her features relaxed, than she nodded. She knew the answer why her friend came in first place and her gaze saddened. "You are here for the amulet." She sobbed. A tear ran down her cheek. "This means…!"

Harukas hand rushed to wipe the tear away. "I have to say goodbye to you!"

The older woman sobbed even harder at the words and began to cry when she felt the blonde embracing her. She took the offer and squeezed the blonde hard. There they stood some minutes and when she calmed down, she sadly rose her head to face Haruka, who smiled comfortingly.

"I love you." The brunette whispered. A nod and Haruka started to lean in to kiss her goodbye never leaving green eyes. Shortly their lips were pressed together, their orbs still connected.

"Come on, the amulet is not far." Makoto managed to speak serious after they broke the kiss and disconnected the embrace. She walked along the house to find a shovel leaning against the wall. She grabbed it and walked to the apple tree she was picking up the apples only minutes ago. "Oh and by the way, your breasts did grow too."

Haruka looked dumbfounded, then down. But she couldn't see anything. The binding and the tunic hid her true gender very good. Then she chuckled and smiled following her. That was the Makoto she knew from the past, who she loved as a sister, a friend and sometime even more than that. She remembers the little baby, how she grow, became her friend as a little child, than the teen and when she got an adult, while the blondes body still kept the mode of a young teen. But they did have their adventures up to the day the brunette married their common best friend Koren, also one of their group. The birth of Yuki was the beginning. Makoto had to look after her children, especially when Usagi was born. So only Koren was left to join Haruka for travels and adventures until then Yuki was old enough and took the fathers place to join the blonde.

"Ok, from here on fourteen big footsteps to the village." Makoto told the blonde pointing to Momend.

Haruka snapped out of her memories and watched the brunette leaning against the tree and then jumping for big footsteps into the grassland. "Why fourteen? Yukiro told me once it's been eight." She stated, remembering the old grey haired man.

"It was. But when my dad died four years ago, I changed it." She smiled.

Haruka raised an eyebrow. Now she was curious. "So, tell me, why did you choose fourteen?"

"When I turned thirteen my dear Haruka, I passed you." She stopped at her fourteenth footstep. Her smile grew even wider. "One long year I was one centimeter taller than you, but besides your body never passed mine again in evolution. So one and thirteen are fourteen." She twinkled to Haruka amused. She then tramped a little on the ground, only to hear, that it sounded hollowly. She nodded. That was the right spot. "Would you give me the shovel Haruka?"

"Of course." The blonde lift the shovel off the ground and brought it to Makoto who started immediately to dig.

She had to remove exactly fourteen shovels of soil till she bounced a wooden coffer. "Again fourteen?" Blond eyebrows rose.

"It's my magic number." Makoto smiled kneeling down and opening the coffer directly in the hole. She stroked her old bow and some arrows when she discovered the red bag. Linen with silk. She grabbed it, almost falling in the hole, stood up and cleaned it. With shaking hands she handed it the blonde.

Haruka examined the bag. There was a grey emblem with an eagle on it. The royal emblem of Uran.

"Nobody opened the bag for all the years it's been now in my family. My grandfather got it from Sets. I don't know when and I don't know why. What I know, is, that it belongs to the Royal Family. To you Haruka."

Haruka nodded. She knew that Sets brought her to Hotar this one night, when her parents died. Hotar told her first yesterday that there was a red bag with a grey emblem in the foulards in which the blonde was wrapped in. Sets took it leaving the baby behind at Hotars place and brought it to Makotos grandfather whose family hid it. Only Haruka didn't know about the sack for her safety. There was something going on with the amulet. Why would nobody tell her something about the existence till now? And why does she have to leave when she gets the amulet?

It was now or never. She wanted to see the thing which was going to change her life. She untied the bag and revealed a long decorated golden string and amulet. Haruka felt a force coming from the necklace. She took it in one hand. When her bare skin touched the grey stone embedded in the amulet she felt it. The energy. A familiar energy. The blonde remembered it somehow. Her muscles tighten feeling the power rising in her veins. Pictures came to her mind. A city burning. People dying. A tuft of aqua hair.

Don't look back.

And in the next moment it was gone.

Haruka sighed. "Strange." She checked it once more. Her hand ran over the surface. The stone showed as well the royal emblem. But there was something else. She turned it when she recognized that it can be opened.

"It won't open." Teal eyes stared in green. "You need a key. But you don't have it."

"What kind of key. I don't see a lock. How do…?"

"Sets told my grandfather, that you have to find out by yourself! I don't know anything about the amulet."

Haruka lifted an eyebrow than nodding. She bagged the amulet and tied the sack firm to her belt. This would be enough for the ride back. She turned to look for her horse and piped for her to come.

Lacrima walked slowly following her master's call.

"Does Yuki and Usagi accompany you?" Makoto hold Harukas arm asking concerned.

"I don't know. I mean, they know where to find me. And they know that I leave. So it's up to them. I don't force them."

Makoto nodded. Her sadden face came back. "Farewell, my prince."

She did half a curtsey when Haruka stopped her by holding softly her chin and forced her to stand up and lock eyes with her. "Thank you for everything." The blonde whispered gratefulness and made a full curtsey. "I'm only a blacksmith. So you should be the princess." She took Makotos hand and pecked it, remembering the childhood when she played the prince. "Farewell my princess." She then turned and jumped gracefully on Lacrima, letting behind a surprised Makoto.

Makoto shook her head to realize the situation. Then she smiled up the horse pointing to the bow and arrow. "Besides, where is your sword blacksmith?"

"You know, Yuki and Usagi are more like Koren. They are not that good with bow and arrow as their mother was." The rider twinkled. "So I have to improve my skills to survive."

And with that the blonde spurred her horse leaving a reminisced Makoto. The wind brought her the last time the whispers of the brunette. Farewell, my prince of Uran.

Don't look back.

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It was dark in the royal chamber. A big bed stood on the opposite wall to the door. It was centered between two big windows. The baldachin of the royal bed was open. On it was a sleeping form. A restless woman. Her breathes were loud and sharp. A sweat glimmer glittered on the white skin, illuminated by the source of the two moons. Her white short nightgown was crinkled by the uneasy sleep. With every roll her aqua hair tossed around.

The royal amulet of Uran. It's back to its true holder.

Suddenly the girl jumped into a seating position. Her deep blue eyes staring full of emotions into the darkness.

"Haruka!"

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Chapter 2 is already in progress. ;-)