On the planet Mau, everyone that resided there prepared for the wedding of their Prince and Sailor Senshi. The people of the planet were in joy and excitement for the ceremony, but before the day could begin, a shadow of death and hatred dawned upon them, beginning to destroy everything in it's way. The armies of Shadow Galactica attacked and spread throughout, the last living heir to the throne fled to the farthest reaches of space, escaping the clutches of darkness. The vision of his soon-to-be bride having her Star Seed taken right in front of him will haunt him until the day of his death. As he was drifting to Earth rapidly, he blinked his eyes in shock.
Ritsuka Aoyagi awoke from one of the new nightmares he's been having. In them, he knew he wasn't on Earth, but on the planet in his dreams, which always had a nostalgic-warm feeling. In those said dreams, he would see the girl being murdered the same way; two orbs of light come from both the left and the right before colliding in the center, causing a yellow lily to form on her chest and a lilac stone to float out of the flower. Each dream would give him the chills, despising that view.
Ritsuka is now a twelve-year-old boy in the sixth grade, with straight black hair down to his shoulders, breathtaking purple eyes, real neko ears along with human ones and a neko tail, a thin frame with white soft skin; that could have passed him for a young girl, a comment made by many of his peers. He also stood at 5'1.
"The same nightmare again..." Ritsuka muttered, staring off at the blank empty wall for a mere second, seeing he was in his bedroom. The way that repeated nightmare happened once more like an endless loop. He remembered the screams and the way everything played out. His body shivered some more before his eyes closed, rubbing his forehead to relax himself.
Laying back down on his bed to where his front faced the ceiling, he sighed, turning over on his left side and curled up in a ball for close comfort. His ears lowed before falling back into his deserved sleep.