Uranus stood on a rooftop staring down on the city, as of late she began to feel itchy. An itchy uncomfortable feeling pressured her into transforming back in Uranus, Sailor Senshi. It felt right being Uranus once more, but sadly once more there was nothing for her to do. This was the 7th night she had come to gaze upon the city, half hoping that something would magically appear. A soft cough behind her and she turned, a look of surprise on her face. Her old partner Neptune stood smiling at Uranus.

"Fancy seeing you here.." Neptune said quietly and laughed her soft musical laugh. Uranus blushed and turned away to look down at the city once more. Neptune walked and stood beside Uranus, looking down at the city. "So quiet tonight..as if it is a calm before the storm..." Uranus looked at Neptune and frowned. "Why do you say that?" Neptune smiled and shook her head: " I don't know..it just came out.." Uranus frowned once more and studied her partner's face, Neptune was studying the city with a slight smile still on her face but the smile was fake, it never reached her worried eyes. "Is it the dreams..?" Neptune nodded, still studying the city. Uranus frowned deeper than before, every night she had found Neptune crying it worried Uranus. "It's almost time, again..Old enemies will rise... once more for the final battle." Neptune whispered and fell to the ground. Time seemed to slow and Uranus caught in Neptune her arms, holding her close. "Neptune? NEPTUNE?..."

Listen children to a story..

That was written long ago, about the kingdom on the mountain

And the valley people below...

On the mountain was a treasure

Buried deep beneath the stone,

And the valley-people swore

They'd have it for their very own.

It was late summer and Lee-Ren stood over his grandfather's grave. Five years had passed since that fateful day, the day that his grandfather told him the story. Lee-Ren turned and looked at the mountain that towered over his little grandfather's house. Up there, somewhere was the cave. Lee-Ren sighed and walked away from the grave, there was nothing there for him. No secret messages, only a lonely old man's grave. Lee-Ren walked slowly up the mountain path, he had walked this very same path every summer, looking for the cave. He paused on the path, something seem different about the path. Lee-Ren frowned and looked to his left at the smooth surface of the mountain. He ran a hand down to a notch in the wall, and pressed gently. The Mountain trembled and the wall slid open to reveal a small hallway.

Lee-Ren laughed and shook his head: "Figures.." He muttered to himself. Ahead of him was pure crystal hallway, it twinkled in the sunlight that streamed through. Lee-Ren stepped inside and walked down the hallway. The crystal seemed to go on forever, the hallway stopped and revealed opened chamber. The chamber itself was made of rock expect for the large block of crystal, in the middle of the room. Lee-Ren slowly approached the block and kneeled beside it. He cupped his hands together and peered inside the crystal. It was a woman..a woman with long silver hair..dressed in some sort of uniform..but it was tattered and torn. Lee-Ren couldn't see her face, for it was covered in a mask. He jumped back from the crystal. "It couldn't be...No that is just a story that grandfather told...no one could be buried in crystal..No..It can't be true...No..."

Lee-Ren shook his head, all of these years he had believed it was just old family legend but here she was. The forgotten Solider, in-cased in crystal no less. But how...? How could this be real? It was like saying that spirits are real and all the monsters in the closet are real. Lee-Ren looked at the block..no tomb once more and noticed a figure hovering above the tomb. The figure was woman, dressed in a long grey robe. She waited patiently, smiling at Lee-Ren while he stared his jaw dropping. The woman had long silver hair, and dark eyes that seemed as endless as space. She played with a silver heart pin on the center of robe. "Hello.." The woman in the grey robe said softly. "Are you real? " The woman laughed softly and shook her head. "No, I am only a projection designed to help and guide.." Lee-Ren frowned and stared at the woman. "What do you mean by that? Who are you? Who is that in the tomb? Why is she here? Is she the forgotten solider that my grandfather talked about?" The woman held up a hand to quiet Lee-Ren. "So many questions...So little time.." The projection looked sadly down at the woman in the crystal tomb. "In answer to one of your questions, yes this is the forgotten solider. This is her body's last resting place..but her soul is still wandering..." The projection shook her head sadly and rested a hand on the crystal tomb. Lee-Ren frowned, her body is here but her soul is still wandering? That didn't make sense. How could that be possible? Unless..a thought came a upon him. If her soul is still wandering, that would explain one part of grandfather's story.

'She has risen many times since she was laid to rest. She appears when times of trouble are near, and hope is fading..'

Lee- Ren smiled it all made sense now. He kneeled in front of the tomb and bowed his head and spoke with care and clearly so the project would hear him. "My name is Murong-Lee Ren, My great, great, great grandfather was the farmer that offered shelter when none would give it. He took care of the solider and buried her here, as she asked. We have kept the promise we have made to her. I Murong-Lee Ren come here to keep that promise, to guard, to guide the solider when she needs me. For as long I shall live.." Lee-Ren felt a soft hand on his head and heard a soft whisper..: " I was hoping you would say that..Here..." What looked like to be a small compact mirror was placed in his lap." This is what is used to transform into the forgotten solider..Give this to the one when she ready..You will know who and when the time is ready..I wish you luck Murong..." The soft voice faded and Lee-Ren looked up, the projection had gone. He nodded and stood, he tucked the compact in his pocket and walked away. The cave closed behind him and he never looked back.

It was years later that he found who he thought would be the one. She was daughter of the combined families of Russia and Japan, just a little girl that needed someone to protect her from her family's business. Zhar-Ptitsa..in Russian it meant Fire Bird or rather the phoenix rising from the flames. It seemed to fit the forgotten solider, she was meant to burn and rise once more, stronger than before.