It has been over a hundred years since the end of the Deity of Sin and the rise of Nepgear. Granted - Nepgear never really wanted to kill her close friends, or her sister for that matter, but she had rose to a very high level and now prescided over the former location for Planeptune's capital, which was now Gamindustri's capital.

Thing that Nepgear had no idea of, was that there was a new darkness starting to brew. One that threatened everything she had come to know...And tip the balance back to evil favour.

Even Gehaburn wouldn't be able to stop this. If anything, the people Nepgear killed may return if this evil has its way...Or was it Evil? What was Evil?

Was Nepgear evil? What was good and what was evil now-a-days?

Our story begins as Histoire is writing a small passage into a notebook. Scanning for any defects/intricacies that could be misconstrewed into something else entirely from what she was trying to do.

Blonde hair drapped over Histoire's regular features as she tried to concerntrate. Nepgear had decided to retreat to her chambers for now. Somethings were best left unsaid. Histoire knew how much Nepgear must have been hurting... Even now, over a hundred years since, things were different. Whereas before the Deity of Sin had rose up she had her sister to talk to/rely on...Now, she was a strong leader. Very strong in fact.

Between the pair of them, and the Oracles who had come around to the unified Gamindustri, the entire planet looked like it was coming to a resolution...A resolve.

Sometimes, Histoire even wondered if Kei had really meant what she said when she mentioned the sword to Nepgear...But once Nepgear had started down the path of destruction...Histoire could have sworn there were two people fighting for control inside of Nepgear:

One was fighting to be innocent and simple. Not caring about her responsibilites and having the ability to reverse Gehaburn's effects. Her purple eyes still shone with this. She was still fighting for her good side. Histoire managed to give a soft smile and stopped writing for a moment. Her smile disappeared as she remembered the other side of Nepgear.

The other side was a much more darker side. It was harsh, cruel even. Whenever she would act like this, Histoire would often think Nepgear's actions were being controlled by Gehaburn. The sword that was made so long ago... It was so ancient, yet it was still very powerful. So powerful in fact, that, if you ever even LOOKED at Nepgear/Gehaburn in the wrong way when Nepgear was like this - Chances were you'd be dead before you could even move.

'Histoire...'

Histoire looked around and found no-one nearby. "Huh?"

'It's a little strange talking to you like this...I can talk to you, right? You're not going to rat my little ol' self out, are you?'

Histoire stopped everything and looked at the window. "N..."

'Don't say my name. You'll only get, her, attention. Listen up, I've got something VERY important to tell you.'

Histoire blinked. "But...If this is what you are telling me...Then I HAVE to te-"

'I said listen. Don't talk. I can't talk for very long before that sword learns about what I'm doing. It, the sword, is losing power. I can try and free my soul from it but I'm going to need help-'

Histoire looked to her book again and started to write again. 'Neptune...' She thought as she didn't want to be heard by her leader/Nepgear. 'I don't know if I can help you this time. Nepgear doesn't let the sword out of her sight. Added to that, there's no real reason to-'

'There's a new evil coming. Nepgear's losing it.'

Histoire's eyes widened and she stopped writing. 'What...'

'You heard me. We all uniamously agreed to come out of this sword and help to bring back a balance to everything... But the sword will want a replacement or be destroyed altogether. Do you think Nepgear will want to-'

Histoire started to shake her head. 'No! I mean uhh...' She stopped moving and closed her eyes. 'She'll never give the sword up - She thinks you all are inside it still. You should be in Celestia anyway...What are you all doing in that sword still?'

'Your guess is as good as mine. I don't really know. Histoire. Promise me you'll find someone to destroy Gehaburn. Please. I won't stay trapped here forever.'

Histoire was about to answer when there was a knock on her door. 'I have to go. I'll talk to you later...If you're around.' Histoire then cut off the mental link as Nepgear stepped in.

"I'm sorry Histoire...Am I interrupting you?"

Histoire shook her head as she opened her eyes. "Not at all Nepgear. I was just finishing up the manifest for this months shipment to Le...I mean...South region."

Nepgear sighed as, to Histoire, it looked like she had been crying. Her eyes were still red raw and she looked like she had been up for days. Nepgear sniffed as a lone tear dropped. "I still miss them..."

Histoire nodded. "It's a hard burden. You did what had to be done then. That's all."

Nepgear wiped the tear from her face and looked to the manifest. "Are you almost finished?"

Histoire nodded again, picking up the manifest and handing it to Nepgear. "I'm done actually. You can take it to the Basilicom as normal."

Nepgear nodded as she took the manifest from Histoire. "Okay. And Histoire?"

Histoire looked to Nepgear and stayed silent - Silently asking for her to continue. "Yes Nepgear?"

Nepgear blinked. "You...You're not hiding anything from me. Are you?"

Histoire was in a tight bind then. How could she say she was just TALKING to Nepgear's dead sister, Neptune? She would be killed! Branded as a traitor or something daft! That's how bad it was...Maybe Neptune was right. Maybe Nepgear was losing control of herself?

"Histoire?"

Histoire shook her head back into normality. "I'm...I'm sorry Nepgear. I must have zoned out for a moment there. I would not hide anything from you. I am your advisor remember? I don't hide things from you."

Nepgear seemed to take that answer as she turned and walked out of the room. "Histoire?"

Histoire nodded. "Yes?"

Nepgear's last words to Histoire that evening were haunting;

"I'm sorry."