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I stand in my room, wondering what my mother had been doing in that room… I shake my head, and walk out to my balcony. I almost run into him, but I was sad I don't. Immediately, I was in Darien's arms. My tears dampen his clothes, but he didn't care one bit. I hug him, tightly. I feel myself being picked up, and clenched tighter, but the tears never stop. Next thing I know, I am sitting in his lap as he sits on my balcony chair. I hold his suit tightly, my eyes overflowing with tears. At last, he speaks.

"Serena, it's ok," he says in a soft, gentle, soothing voice.

"I'm just so confused!" I wail.

We sit for a while longer, in silence. When my tears finally subdue, Darien puts a finger under my chin and lifts my head so he can look into my eyes. He sat for a moment, not saying anything.

"Something wrong?" I ask.

"Oh, no," Darien says, shaking his head, "Just got lost in your eyes…"

I chuckle, then whisper, "She's coming soon, very soon."

He pulls me in tight, sand says, "I'm staying here."

I look up, a tear rolling down my cheek. I whisper, "What are we gonna do?"

He replies in a voice barley audible, "I don't know Serena. I just don't know." He hugs me tighter, and rests his chin on my head.

I lean my head on his chest, where I drift off.

When I wake up, Darien is sitting on my bed, running his fingers through my long blonde hair. I give him a confused look, and he chuckles.

"Remember? I'm staying here."

I consider this a minute, then sit up, leaning on him. He kisses my cheek, and I blush. We hadn't really kissed, except once.

"You need to meet my mother," I say standing up. I walk over to my vanity, where I am petrified by my bed-head. I quickly brush it out with Darien's help. I add my wing clips, and slip on some fuzzy slippers. I hesitate, my hand floating above my simple crown. At the last minute, my fingers curl around it. As I slowly walk into the hall, I set it upon my head.

"Keep quiet, follow me," I whisper to Darien, grabbing his hand. I slowly creep down the hall, tip-toeing, happy I chose my slippers. Darien himself is quiet. We reach a huge set of doors.

"This is my mother's room. Keep quiet."

I stand up tall, giving a bright smile. I knock on my mom's door quietly.

A muffled voice says, "Come in!"

I smile at Darien, then slowly open the heavy doors. I walk in, seeing only my mother.

"Oh, hi honey!"

"Um, mom?" I ask, biting my lip.

"Yes darling?" my mom says brightly, not seeing Darien yet.

I nudge Darien, who comes into view. "Mom, this is Darien. He's Prince of the Earth. Almost King. He's staying here to protect me," I say shyly.

My mother looks at him a moment, considering everything. "Well… is he your boyfriend?"

I stare at my feet. I haven't considered this yet.

"Well... um…Kinda…sorta…maybe… I don't know, we haven't talked about it yet…"

"Well, if you'd like, I deem him worthy. I'd gladly add him to the family portrait," My mom says with a smile, standing up.

I turn to Darien, who smiles. I blush, running out of the room, I am determined to find what makes my mother so happy. I turn the way I did a week ago, running into darkness. I burst into that room.

What I see is a burning fire, pictures on the wall. I examine them, seeing a woman with blonde/silver hair with a man, holding a baby with long blonde hair. They both look happy. I realize they were happy because the Moon Princess had been born. I looked at the man, comparing features. I soon understand it was a family portrait. Me, my mother and my father. Before he went POOF and was never seen again. I fall to my knees. I am soon shaking. I am frightened, by the warm, smiley, natural glow of all the pictures. I turn around, and run out. I fall on my bed, where I pass out.

"Serena. Sereeena!" Darien whispers softly.

"Serena, honey, wake up darling!" my mother says quietly.

I feel my eyelids flutter. My eyes open. I gaze upwards, where a picture of my Moon Kingdom is pinned to the top of my bed. I choke out a tear, knowing I'll have to leave this beautiful place. My hand reaches out, where two hands clutch it. I know my mother and Darien hold it tightly. I raise myself up, to where I sit, leaning against my pillows. A single, lone tear falls. Darien's soft hand comes to wipe it away. I fly into my mother's arms.

"What happened… to dad?" I barely choke out.

"Well, darling… he was killed," my mother whispers.

But, no tears come.

"He loved you very much, proud of the little Princess you'd become," she says, gazing off to some far-off distant memory. She shakes her head, her eyes going back to the beautiful green they are.

"I thought I was a tiny baby when he died," I say quietly.

"You were about 5, yet too young to remember much."

"I remember one thing, his gleaming smile and hearty laugh," I say in a voice barely audible.

"I use that room to make my heart think he's still here, alive," she says.

I stare down, unsure what to think, say, or do. At last I find my voice.

"She's coming today, isn't she?" I ask.

"Soon. Very, very soon. Our guess is in 2 days. Tommorrow, you will meet the Sailor Scouts," she says, her voice full of worry.

"Yay. How much fun," I say in a very flat tone.