And here is another installment to this on going picture. I hope that you enjoy it, I am assuming some of you have enjoyed the rest, since I have gotten a few reviews, and you will be thrilled to know I have the next chapter halfway done. Expect it around Monday or Tuesday. Enjoy. ~Ravyn

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailormoon. I do own the term Draken, and so on.

Minako looked across the street at the people who were eyeing her with nothing less than a predatory look. Minako could hardly blame them for it, she knew she looked strange, the type that might bring trouble to an un-expecting town. And by the looks of the local brood, it was basically set up the same way every other town was.

Each town had a handful of people who were trained from childhood to defend the town in case of trouble. Minako and the others had been trained and it showed in the way they moved and walked, a reason as to why the people were pinning her and Makato with there eyes, and the soft mummers that had broken out after they had entered the town.

Another reason would have been the sword that was strapped to her hip in a causal but extremely deadly manner. It was a black scabbard with gold engraving, in a language she had never seen, and was an impressive sight. But what it hid was even more impressive.

The blade was about the length of her arm, and standing at 5'9, her arms were rather long. It was a simply blade with the same gold engraving that the scabbard had on it. The blade was made in a way that was lost long ago to blacksmiths, and was the lightest she had ever held. The pommel more than made up for the blades lack of decoration.

It was pure gold, with a large square cut topaz, the largest Minako had ever seen, much less held, surrounded my small round diamonds. The jewels were put in so that they would help, not hinder her grip. It seems almost if it was made for her hand.

Makoto was not helping the currant situation either. Normally she cut an impressive figure in the crowds. Standing at a large 6'1 she was the tallest female Minako had ever seen. The 4-foot bow at her back was hard to miss.

It was of solid oak and Very light to hold. Some type of stain that had turned it an interesting shade of brown had cured it. The most impressive part was the engravings. There were small leaves in a pattern across the length of the bow. They were so life like that they almost jumped out at you. The ends and middle were more heavily engraved so as to help with gripping. It was the most beautiful bow they had ever seen.

The only problem was Minako had absolutely no idea were the weapons had come from. She had fallen asleep at the top of the ravine she and Makato had managed to climb out of, the results of them being so covered in mud it was impossible to distinguish any bruises till after that had jumped into a cold stream. When they had woken up there the weapons had been. Minako had no idea where it had come from, but when she had picked it up, something had tugged at her memory, but then disappeared, almost as if it was taunting her.

So they walked through town, practically screaming, come fight me. And Minako knew they would have to fight. There were several reasons as to why. If they refused then they would have people all over challenging there right to carry such weapons, which would be a nuisance in itself. But if they fought and won, winning being the key phrase, then people would leave them be. If they lost, well she would rather not thing about that

And then what Minako had been looking for came sauntering up. He was large, about three inches taller than Makoto, and appeared to be about 300 hundred pounds of pure muscle. He was also carrying a sword.

" So, little miss, how bout you hand over that little sword you have strapped to your hip and then be a nice little girl and go find you mommy?" He taunted, his eyes roaming over her clothes. Minako felt her eyes narrow in anger. Makoto stepped out to say something but Minako put her arm out and without looking at her friend, somehow conveyed the message to back down.

" What if I don't want to, you over grown tub of lard?" Minako demanded. She could have insulted the man much worse if she choose, but by the looks of it, she would not need to strain her brain cells to cause this over grown bull to loose his temper.

" You little bitch. Your mommy should have taught you to speak to you betters nicer. It might have saved you your tongue." He spat back, anger flaming in his eyes.

Minako pulled her sword out with every intention of fighting, but there was a gold light and what felt like hours, but was only seconds, she was in a different world.

The woman was well-dressed versions of well…her. Her long blond hair was flowing down her back to her knees and her eyes were gold, like the richest of sunshine, her face was soft and hard and determined all at the same time.

I thought you might get this. I knew I had to leave you something, because I hate to go on nothing. And since I am you and you are I, yes we are the same, but different, I must give you some help.

I am afraid it's not much, since my time is limited but I can give you this advice. Trust the friends on your back, the ones who you have grown up with. Trust the silver haired man who has been haunting you dreams. Trust the silver haired princess you will meet, protect her with you life, and everything will be okay. Please protect the princess for me. Please.

With that the voice that had been ringing in her head disappeared and she was back on a crowded street, with Makato and a large angry bull. Minako set her feet and attacked. The fight was pitifully short.

Minako found to her surprise, and she must admit, her delight, that she had acquired a few new tricks. In that hour, or minute or whatever the hell it had been, she had learned more about the balance and make of a sword and how to move with one with the sword. Some of the knowledge disappeared and sat back, waiting for when it would be used. The rest of it jumped into its place, ready to go.

It was easy to keep the man off balance; he leaned to far forward, and relied too much on his strength. So he was easier for her to defeat than she had hoped for.

Finding a hotel had been relatively easy after Minako had whipped the streets with the large man's ass. Makato sat down and examined the bow, which Minako had somehow managed to strap to her back. To her fascination, and horror, the leaves leapt off the bow and circled to form a tall woman.

She looked exactly like Makato and electricity and magic crackled off her in waves that even her untrained eyes could see. She smiled, and it was her smile, and yet wasn't, and spoke though no words came out of her mouth.

Hello little sister of my soul. You have quite a path a head of you. I must say you have done a wonderful job so far, although loosing the others was a mistake, it has been corrected.

You must not be afraid to make your own path, you and I are so much alike you should have no problem in that area. In so many ways you are stronger than I ever was. Keep faith, and never look back. And do not worry he will find you.

With that Makato was brought back to the real world and she looked at the stick in her hand with surprise and reverence. Getting up she picked up the small rose earrings that stood were the woman had been. Placing them in her ears she shuddered at the feeling they brought over her. Some sort of feeling, like electricity, ran through her veins.

A knock sounded on her door and she opened her door to find a very bemused Minako. " Mako we need to talk." It was an order.

~*~

Ami looked up as Rei ran into her open arms. She closed her eyes and felt the women shudder, as if she was crying, but Rei never cried, so it was impossible. She fought back the tears that clogged her throat and pricked at her lids.

Ami opened her blue eyes, and meet a pair of leaf green smack center. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart stopped, for just a moment, and she was lost. Her vision swam for a moment and she was drowning, drowning in a pale forest.

Ami could have stayed there forever had Rei not moved and looked down into her friends eyes, her expression something Ami had never seen. Her eyes were mysteriously moist; Ami shoved the idea that she HAD been crying off into the back of into the back of her head to stay.

She almost missed the small silver being that crashed into her like a rocket. If she had not glimpsed her at the last second she could have crashed directly on her butt. As it was she rocked back on her heels in shock; as it was she had no idea who it was. Looking down she meet a pair of silver eyes that were crying.

A few seconds later the silver haired person, who seemed so familiar, had ushered everyone out, Rei protesting the entire time, to leave her and the green-eyed man alone. Ami was unsure but the feelings that were hammering through her body needed answers. The memories that were not hers needed answer's. Everything needed answers. And somehow she knew he could give them to her.

" Who are you?" Ami questioned her voice the softest of whispers, almost echoing, as if the words were dragged from her, but not quite. " And why are you haunting my dreams?"

Zavier felt the world spin at her words. He was haunting her dreams? That meant the bond had to still be there. His was so different than Jason's was. He who could feel what she was feeling. He was connected to her through quite emotions. He and her were bonded through their hearts; both of them were quite so it was a sturdy and quite bond.

Jason was bonded to Rei through the fire that raced through there souls. They were connected in a way that left him completely aware of her at all times. Zavier had to concentrate were she was but the reassuring presence never left his brain. He had no idea how the others were connected. Jason had mentioned it only in passing, once.

" It's a long story." He promised softly his eyes distant, as if he was already caught up in the memories that he was going to share, as if they were the most precious things to him. Ami trembled and listened.

Athena growled low in her throat as she dodged a knife that was racing for her throat. She quickly removed the throat of vampire that was attempting to turn her into a piece of meat. Becoming a blood bank for a bunch of hungry vampires was not something she was planning on doing in the near feature.

Athena rushed through the castle, the link with her friends telling her that they were alive, but Aurora's was weak. Either she had an energy drain, which she prayed was the case, or she was hurt. Turning the corner Athena skidded in horror to a quick stop.

A pile of red silk made a splash of crimson on the floor. To her eyes it made a startling pile of red, almost like blood. She shuddered rushing forward she found the pulse she had worried was not there. Hearing footsteps approaching she looking up, the knife back in her hands.

A tall man, tall from her position on the floor, was running to her, his hair was blond and fell in a curly tumble onto his neck. He had expressive green eyes, and fangs.

" I am not here to hurt you or your friend." He stated as he slowed down to a walk. Athena narrowed her eyes in warning. He stopped in surprise and Athena wondered if she had missed something.

" Prove it." Athena hissed, her hand held closely to Aurora, her hand kept closely on the pressure point that let her now that Aurora was still breathing. The pulse was weak but strongly keeping pace.

" I can't. All you have to trust me with is my word. And even that is in question. But I do have medical training, and I might be able to help." He looked sincere. She wished furiously that she had Aurora's ability to tell when someone was lying. But she was going to go on gut instinct here, and well, she did need help.

" Alright. But one move out of line, I will run my knife through your ear." Athena informed him, she did not know if she could, but she had every intention of trying.

" So what were you doing in the castle?" Ami questioned.

" We had a hot tip that the Vampires were going to try something, so we moved in to help." Zavier told her, his eyes meeting hers, and they were slightly shaded, as if he was hiding something. Which he was, of course!

" Wait a minute." Ami breathed, her eyes narrowed in thought. " You have FANGS?"

~*~

Rei tossed and turned in her sleep her dreams haunted by another person's life time memories. Rei woke up with a start her breath heaving from her chest, and her heart racing.

She kept having a re-occurring dream. He was there, this Jason; always he was there. He was looking at her with his ocean eyes, starlight reflected in them, like waves crashing in the middle of the storm. The moonlight reflected of his blond hair, pulling out the paler streaks of blond, instead of the gold that the sun teased and kissed.

He looked so sad, and some part of her wanted to reach out and hold him, to tell him it would be all right. The other part of her was scarred stiff and wanted to hide in a corner like a little girl.

It would not make it any better.

Rei whipped around and her jaw dropped open. Before her was, well, her. She was, had to be the Aurora everyone kept getting herself mixed up with.

Fast witted aren't you? Yes I am Aurora. Yes I am your past self. And yes I was in love with Jason. Amazing is it not? The mistakes and problems I had with him you no longer have to remember. But you do have an opportunity to find a love stronger than anything you have ever known. Don't fear it. Embrace it.

I can leave you this, a weapon that I once used. I say a weapon, when really it had two parts. It should give you some help. She smiled and then faded. Rei gaped and then noticed what it was that she had left. Her breath caught in her throat.

A pair of gleaming double edge swords lay sheaved crossed on the floor. Rei walked over in awe and picked them up. Setting them on the bed she took one out of the crimson sheaf. The blade had a crimson dragon racing up the length of the blade. On a quick check the other sword was identical. As she held both swords in her hands, she felt the fire she had held in her hands not two nights ago, swim through her again. The dragon on the swords glows before settling back onto the blade, as if it was claiming her, again.

As she put the swords away, into a place she had found by accident, a place like a pocket. The swords fit there easily, and with familiarity. As she sat there she became aware of something in her mind. It was hiding in the darkest corner, burning like a bonfire. As she touched it she became aware of a person. Jason.