A/N: Strangely enough, the Epilogue happens to be the best chapter... in my opinion. Since it is the last part of this story, please review! And since I'm so curious, tell me what you liked the most about this story. Example: fav chapters, fav characters, the fact that it is finally over, etc. JUST REVIEW!!! ~M~ The Epic of Starburst- Epilogue- Sailor Warriors I hurried to my car. Damn! I locked the keys in again! I quickly glanced around for onlookers, found none, and put my hand on the car's lock. It popped open and I got in, finding my keys on the seat. If I don't get home fast, I won't have time to finish that essay on the works of those stupid impressionist artists, and my professor will kill me. He told me that this was my last chance, and if I don't hurry, that chance will be ruined! I screeched into my parking spot, and ran into my building, cursing the high heels I had chosen to wear to work. When I got to the lobby, I almost screamed at my horrid luck. The elevator was broken. I live on the 38th floor. Today is definetly not my day, I thought as I opened the door to the stairwell. I was alone, so I quickly summoned my powers to change my 2 and a half inch heels into sneakers, and began the climb. The tall woman dialed fast, and kept her eyes on the silver-haired figure she was following. "Hello?" Amara answered. "It's me. You'll never guess who I just found," Trista said into her phone. 24th floor. Only 14 more flights to go. I wasn't tired yet, thanks to my heredity. But I was mad that I had to climb the stairs, wasting precious time that I didn't have. 25th floor. Maybe if I put on some speed, I can get there faster, I thought, then dismissed the idea. I had used more of my powers today than I had to. I kept climbing. 26th floor.
"Come on let's go, or we'll never catch up to her!" Michiru said impatiently, as she waited for Amara to re-adjust Hotaru, who was riding on Amara's back because of her limited physical strength. "Don't worry, I can slow her down a little," Trista said, then she sent up a small burst of energy to the 27th floor, and kept climbing the stairs. SNAP! I glanced down. My heel had broken. Didn't I change my heels into sneakers? I thought, confused. I must be out of practice. I took off both shoes and put them into my bag. Then I continued on. 28th floor. "Alright, we're almost there." The four of them kept going, but they were tired and were anxious to get to the 38th floor. 37. 38! Home! Home is where I have shoes that are actually comfortable! I regretted my decision for a moment about living on such a high floor, but only for a second. The view from my balcony was incredible, and if that meant walking up 38 flights of stairs every once in a while, so be it. My mind was busy organizing my schedule to compensate for this climb, trying to find time for me to do my college essay, clean, eat, and sleep. I really, really, didn't want to waste any more time. So you can imagine I was quite angry when I heard a voice behind me say, "Excuse me." I turned around ready to deliver a verbal attack. And my thoughts flew from my mind as I stared at three long forgotten faces, and one that had joined their group. The volume on my anger was turned down when it was overtaken by joy and surprise. There standing behind me was Amara, Michelle, Trista and a girl that must have been Hotaru, whom I knew from the stories that I had heard from the other scouts. "Can we come in?" asked Trista. "Yeah, sure, of course!" I said, stumbling over my words. I was eager to find out what had been going on with them for the past four years. After all, the last I had seen any of the scouts was at Serena and Darien's wedding, but the outer scouts hadn't attended the wedding. Once we were settled in my apartment, I just sat and stared at them. Amara and Michelle must be 23 by now. None of them had changed a bit. "So how did you find me?" I asked. "We have our ways," Trista answered mysteriously. "Do the others know that you're back, or that you found me?" I asked, I didn't want to be found. "No, we kept it secret," Michelle answered. It made sense to me. I had always been closer to the outer scouts, we were a kind of family. We talked for a long time. I learned about Hotaru's time as Mistress 9. They found out vague details of why I had left. I kept some secrets for myself, they were too hard to tell or explain. Truthfully, I was always the kind of person that liked to be alone. But I needed some time to recover. I only went to the wedding, in disguise, and then disappeared again. "So why were you looking for me?" I asked, wanting to know the whole point of this visit. "For many reasons. To talk, to get some answers, to check up on you... to ask you a question," came the ominous answer. My curiousity was peaked. What did they want to ask me? What would I answer? "Shoot," I said, hoping that it was something like, where do you work, or something non-threatening to my hiding. "We want to know if... Do you want to rejoin us? Do you want to become a Sailor Warrior again? We need you help," Hotaru asked bravely. I had no idea what to say. Could I do it? Did I still have the strength, the power? Could I take that risk? How could I refuse? It was after all, my destiny. I knew I couldn't hide from it forever. "Yes, I guess. It is my destiny. I'm not sure if I have the power or the strength." I answered carefully. "Not that again!" Trista laughed, "I thought we got through this! You are the most powerful warrior. You are our strength and power. We need you." I smiled. She was right. We could always count on each other. Once again, I was a Sailor Warrior.
We go into battle together. We fight together. We live together, we die together. We are the Sailor Warriors.

The End.