It was dark... night, then. There were no stars, but somehow, she could still see perfectly. In front of her was the others; Minako, Ami, Rei, and Usagi, all transformed, all fighting... something. It didn't look like anything they'd fought before. Of course, even then, all the enemies looked different. But this... this was...
Her attention was drawn away from the fight, towards a brightly glowing portal. It was large, round, and swirled with many different colors, all changing constantly. The portal seemed to be hovering about three feet off the ground. More of those monsters were coming through it.
Makoto started to open her mouth, to tell the others that this, this portal, was what they should be concentrating on, but suddenly they were gone.
FLASH
It was Juuban, but not the same Juuban she'd been living in. It looked as if World War III had started right here. Everything was torn, ripped, in flames, or charred beyond recognition. And there, around her...
She ran over to the nearest body, dropping to her knees and craddling the form against herself, sobbing.
It was Usagi. Bright, sweet, wonderful Usagi. Her leader, her princess, her future Queen. Usagi's Sailor Moon outfit was torn to shreds, but it didn't really matter because her skin was too, covered in scratches, gouges and blood. The once-blonde hair was matted with the sticky red substance, and it got all over Makoto as she held her.
"No no no no no no no..." Makoto repeated, almost soundlessly. Her eyes were staring blankly ahead, but something above caught her attention.
It was a large, floating... mass. Blocking out the sun, or the moon, she wasn't sure because it was dark anyway and it didn't matter if it was night or day.
The underside was right above her, and it began to open up. Now it was bright, but not the kind of bright Makoto wanted.
"You must go."
The voice startled her, causing her to clutch Usagi's body tighter to her chest, her gaze snapping from the horrific shape in the sky to...
A woman, standing ten feet away. She looked... kind, gentle, but eternally sad, as if she'd seen too much pain in her life. Usagi looked like that, sometimes.
The woman spoke again. "You must go."
Makoto finally let go of her princess, laying the blonde gently on the ground, and stood. "Go where?"
The woman pointed to something behind Makoto. "You must go."
Makoto turned, and caught a glimpse of the portal she'd seen before. Then everything went black.
A loud beeping jarred Makoto from the dream, and she'd never been so glad to wake up in her life. She reached a hand up to her forehead, and found sweat there.
"Some dream..." she sighed, grabbing her communicator from off the nightstand next to her bed. She flipped it open, squinting a little at the fuzzy picture. It turned out to be Ami, or rather Sailor Mercury, on the other end.
"You've got to get over here! We need help! Minako's knocked out and Rei's barely standing!"
She'd never heard Ami sound so frantic in the entire time she'd been a Senshi. She quickly got directions from the distressed girl, then jumped out of bed, transformed, and left through the window.
Whatever that dream meant, she could figure it out later. Right now, her fellow Senshi were in trouble.