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Therra stared at the devilish man in shock. The words kept ringing over and over in her baffled mind. Wiped out? How could you wipe out there families? It was wrong, it was something you did not do, and it was just insane. Kill the families of the most powerful women to be born in this world?

Therra looked at Serenity with sympathy. The poor women must be feeling her Senshis' pain. She had told them after she had discovered they were alive that the link that had connected them had started re-establishing itself. The link that connected Serenity to her beloved Senshi was something that Therra was jealous of. Her heart quaked as she realized that the link between her and Ianna was slowly reforming. The link with the only person who she could communicate heart to heart to was emerging once more. Her usual mental capabilities were so limited that she could barely make Rox understand her even when she was in desperate need of help.

The bond that Serenity and her Senshi had had been so unexplainable that is was amazing. Endymion and the Generals shared a similar link, but it was not nearly as tight as the love that bound the females together. Serenity said it was more than just feelings, because it was, but they could have conversations, and they always knew when someone was hurt. The link was tightest between Sere and Ianna, and Ianna was extremely close to the others. They had never tried to make her feel left out, and always talked out loud for her benefit, but she wondered at the commentary that they had when they knew no one could hear. She envied the fact that they could talk and know each other so well. She had wished desperately to be a part of it.

Therra felt the deep anger she knew as hatred for Beryl rise up within her. But even as she knew that she would do anything to destroy the women, she felt the slight change in it. And she knew that she was not the only one to hate the women with her entire being. Not the only one to wish to wipe her very existent off of the face of the planet, to be sure that not even a speck or iota of ash was left on the entire earth. And suddenly she was not alone anymore.

Endymion locked gazes with his love and sighed. The look on Serenity's face was that of distant pain. Her face was tight and he could tell she struggling to control her pain. She breathed slowly as if making herself draw another breath, forcing herself to be apart of that she wished to remove her Senshi from. He knew that she wished she could pick them up and put them in a crystal world were nothing could hurt them, where nothing could cause them the pain in which they now struggled. He to felt the pain, but it was Serenity's pain. He knew every thought almost before she thought it. After being bound to her for four thousand years he could say that they knew every aspect of each other.

But he was opened up to a new part of her; he had seen the sad, broken, torn part. The angry, hurt desperate part of her. He had seen the loving, grieving, tender part. Now he was seeing the pissed-off warrior he had not seen before; he was seeing the fighter. That part that wished to see everything right once again was now waking up with a vengeance. Reaching out he pulled her into his arms and held her, bracing himself for the coming storm that was already beginning to break.

~*~

Jason starred into Aurora's livid eyes and forced himself not to kiss her till she could not tell the floor from the ceiling. He felt his gut clinch and his heart rip as he read the mistrust in her amazing eyes. Her very soul was being shown, and it was refusing to show what he wished to see. As he stared he saw a spark, a hint of the fire that Rei hid so well, and in that spark he saw just a hint of the woman she had once been.

Rei felt her world coming to a sharp halt as she stared into his sea colored eyes. They danced with a flame that Rei had never seen, but one she knew so well it scared her. It was almost like it had haunted her dreams and held her captive. Something in Rei reached out for it, beckoned it to rush through her veins, to hold her tight in the night. It was something so amazingly familiar and so strange she teetered on the brink of falling into it, realizing only then how much she wanted to. Sucking in a deep breath Rei jerked her eyes away.

" I said who the hell is Aurora?" Rei hissed, desperately trying to get control of her emotions, to force whatever it was inside her back into the hole it came from. But it refused, it spread through out her body and then melted into her blood. It stopped it thrumming and lay quiet, but Rei had the impression that should she need it, it would rise up and help her. It was disconcerting.

" What do you mean?" the man whispered, his voice the softest tenor she had ever heard. It was silky and sounded like waves crashing softly on the beach, reminding her of nights curled up in a blanked with hot chocolate.

" I mean who is Aurora? I sure am the hell not whoever you keep saying I am. My name is Rei. Got that? Rei!" Rei snapped her eyes snapping with livid fire, and in that instant she looked just like the women who had stolen his heart so long ago.

" Rei?" he breathed accepting the name the same way he had accepted Aurora. It matched her well.

" My name is Jason." He whispered.

" Well Jason," Rei spit, repeating his name like venom. " Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?"

" I am a Draken, and I want you." He answered simply. Rei just starred at him, and felt anger, horror, fear, and something else she could not name rise up in her stomach.
~*~

Zavier stared up at the stars as he sat next to Nathan and wondered what his friend was getting from them. What secrets they whispered to his heart, did they tell of Makoto, which Nathan told him Juno had been named in this lifetime? Did they give away secrets of his Athena?

" They are unusually quiet tonight." Nathan murmured, his voice and face troubled.
" That is not really a good sign."

" Do they speak of Athena?" Zavier questioned, trying to keep his voice level. He managed to do so, but the Athena came out strained.

" Yes." Nathan answered shortly. Nathan ran a hand through his thick chestnut hair and was aware that Zavier wanted an answer. Nathan sighed and told his friend what little he could. " Her name in this lifetime is Ami." He told his friend without looking at him. " She is also in grave danger."

Zavier could feel his heart stop beating for a split second. He bowed his head and nodded. He had to trust that she could get herself out of the situation. He had to, but somewhere in the back of his mind, panic set in.

~*~

Kris looked at he path in front of him and growled. This was the third campsite and, reaching down he felt the ashes. They were stone cold. He was going to have to speed up if he was going to catch them, but by the look of things, he was going to have to break the girl out of the fortress. He could not get close enough, fast enough, otherwise. It was best if he slowed his pace, and kept himself in good shape then. It was more than likely going to come down to a battle. But hopefully he would not need to; he just might be able to catch them.

Kris could not explain why he was so determined to save this girl. It was her fault that she had gotten caught anyway. No matter how much he hated the snatchers, it was not worth getting killed, not when he was so close to finding and getting back to his Ianna. But every time he thought about dropping the search, going back to his nice warm bed, her golden eyes would glare at him, and she would just glare at him from his memories, so he fought on.

He leaned against a tree and let his memories overtake him. What she looked like, how she smiled, the way her laughter rang out in the room, causing everyone who heard it to smile. The way she smelled in the morning after a bath, the way she would drill the others to be their best. The way she would look at him with that wicked smile over the end of her sword. The last time he kissed her mouth.

Kris shook his head as he watched her playfully smack Jason on the shoulder.
" You over grown two-year-old. Go and join your mate in bed and leave us alone. We were attempting to sleep." She glared at Jason, who pushed a smile onto his face, but Kris could tell he was worried. He shot him a look that told the blond that they would talk in the morning.

Minako curled up with Kris on the bed and snuggled into his shoulder and closed her eyes.

" You would not do what he is afraid of, would you?" he breathed in her ear.

" Attempt to wipe out the whole Vampire army in a frontal attack?" she whispered sleepily.

" Yes." He murmured.

" In a frontal attack, by ourselves, no." Reaching up she kissed him softly. " Get some sleep and stop being paranoid."

She had kept her word, she had not hit them in a frontal attack, but had gone in under the cover of dusk and hit the royal family. Kris closed his eyes and felt the tears he had suppressed for so long begin the leak from his lids. His pushed them back and stood up. He had a job to do.

~*~

Minako raised her head and starred at the piles of rumble. She put her arm around her sobbing friend and frowned. For a split seconds her eyes gleamed molten gold; the color of it when it was in is liquid form, heated by the hottest of fires. But then they slipped back into the normal cheerful blue, but flecks of the gold remained, hinting at the power they held.

" Come on Makoto, lets get moving. We need to find shelter before nightfall and we can not be on ground. Hopefully we can find a better place than last time, no?" Minako questioned a little of the authority and power of her past life leaking in her voice. Makoto starred at her in shock and then followed moved by some force not quite her own.

" Where can we hide? They took out our family," Makoto's voice broke but her spine snapped straight and she felt the tingling along her veins again. Her mind swam with far away thoughts and she saw a pair of dark chocolate eyes looking at her, but seeing through her, filled with the deepest grief she had ever seen.

" Makoto? Are you okay?" Minako questioned. Her voice was soft and it was concerned but there was a hint of steel that had not been there, it had not been there ten minutes ago. Makoto felt the prickling of fear along her spine.

Minako turned her eyes onto Makoto, and Makoto gaped at her long time friend. The blue was the same innocent cheerful blue, but the flecks of gold that danced in them spoke of something more powerful than anything she had ever seen in her friend's gaze. Earlier that day she had seen the hatred of something in her friend's face, now she saw the determination to destroy whatever it was that caused that anger in her eyes. Makoto realized suddenly, that she was not looking at her childhood friend anymore. She was looking at something larger and greater than anything had ever been a apart of.

" Minako, what is happening to us?" Makoto question her voice soft as she felt that tingle race through her veins, and only quick movement kept her from being decapitated.

~*~

Ami felt hands gently feel the firmness of her arms and someone yelled that she was freezing. Ami could care less. A gentle cold had enveloped her, it seemed to separate her from the outside world, caress her and hold her like a lover.

It was the only thing that kept her form having a nervous break down. It was that coolness that allowed her to calculate the advantages of playing weak, and allowed her to see every possible means of escape. It placed the ability to analyze the situation and give every possible reason for it to be there.

Ami had no idea as to what it meant, why it was there, but she was thankful. She realized that if she was to ever be put in a situation where there was no escape, it would supply one. She knew not how, or why, but she knew. She also knew she needed to find the blond haired man with the kind green eyes.

His eyes had drawn her in, took hold of her and held her. She had dreamed of them the night before, of those eyes that were so light a green, and such an unusual color. They where not Makoto's deep green, but more of a leaf color. She fell in love with them at first site.

She was scared out of her mind. But something about him calmed her, and she wished she could talk to him, to hold him. She had blushed furiously when she had first thought that, but it had taken hold and stuck there in her thoughts. She knew without a shadow of a doubt, that if she needed him, he would come. With that Ami fell in to a fit sleep and dreamed about the man with green eyes and hair that curled in a tumble.

~*~

Beryl hissed and smiled, her face contorting in a smile that was not a smile but a picture of evil. It would not be long till she had the small blue haired child in her hands.

" What will you do, Ianna, when I have your precious Athena in my hands?" She screeched her laughter into the night air.

~*~

Setsuna glared at the picture and sped up the memory process. Ianna, no Minako, had to be ready for what Beryl had planned. She had to, or the world would once again be thrown into total darkness, and this time there would be no second chances. For if they failed this time, then the timeline failed as well. Setsuna watched the time line shift and she sighed and prayed, for the first time in thousand of years, to whoever might be listening that things would work out. She could only pray.