A ball of energy, pale lavender in color but deadly nonetheless, gathered in the hands of a senshi with long blonde hair in a braid. Then, a sudden attack, and the power, meant for a target far across space, slammed downward into the planet they stood on. The girl turned to her with violet eyes filled with despair—

Those same eyes, this time happy and carefree, flashed before her, now belonging to a child. Jupiter heard carefree laughter, and saw the same girl as before, but younger, giggling and holding out her hand.

"Of course we'll be friends forever, Jupiter!" More laughter—

A booming voice filled her head, green eyes narrowed at her and lightning flared—

"You've betrayed me, Jupiter!"

The force of it knocked Makoto back into the world of the waking. Sitting up groggily and more confused than ever, head pounding, she sighed.

"Having fun?" Makoto jumped up and whirled to see Nemesis standing in the window. About to shout to wake the others, something occurred to her.

"You! You're sending these visions!" Nemesis laughed and fingered a messy braid as she replied. "I am the Senshi of Memory, after all. So don't think that just because they're from me that they're not real. They are all things you saw and heard in the life before the Silver Millennium. It was called the Dual Kingdom, until it fell."

Then she broke off and eyed the room, full of sleeping senshi. And grinned.

"Well. This is an unforeseen opportunity!" she said, grinning wider. Makoto, still processing Nemesis's comment from before, tried to jump back as, suddenly, she found Nemesis standing right in front of her, a hand to Makoto's forehead. She paled, realizing she couldn't move.

"Memory Awaken!" And Makoto's headache instantly intensified, and it seemed as if claws were raking through her mind, digging so deep in her thoughts and memories that she knew it wasn't possible she had gathered that many in this life.

And then the claws dug deeper still…

When Nemesis had selected the memories she wished—not all of them, which would have given the game away—she removed her hand and let Jupiter drop to the floor, those memories rising to the surface and playing in her mind. The others hadn't stirred—they hadn't exactly been shouting.

She wasn't as drained as before, but it had been tiresome. Jupiter had been reborn in the Silver Millennium, whereas Soldier Aphrodite had not. Only one soldier, Earth, had been reborn then.

And now she had vital information about Jupiter's newest weaknesses, the flaws her soul had obtained this lifetime. Nemesis glanced around at the others, but decided it wasn't worth it. The Black Poison Crystal earrings she wore were dead—she used them out of habit, now.

And shock value. The look on Jupiter's face had been priceless when she had seen them. However, there was no power for them to draw on, in the present. The Nemesis that orbited in this time was still pure, still filled with gray crystal untainted by darkness.

For now, she thought, teleporting herself back to her master's fortress. But Sailor Moon would see an end to that, she finished bitterly.

Images flashed before her in no particular order, and Makoto was utterly lost. Then the whirling slowed, and, finally solidified into a few, clear images.

It was Venus, her uniform ripped and torn. The world around them was in chaos, and a battlefield filled with the dead, dying, and fighting surrounded them. Venus, spying Jupiter, cried out, "This is your fault! My brother turned traitor because of you!" and she lunged with her chain. It turned molten as it flew, and wrapped around Jupiter's arm. She screamed—

And the image fled. Now she saw a man with dark-blue hair and wings on the heels of his boots, and far away she heard running feet. A voice beside her ordered her to kill him. She looked for its source, and saw another man with hard green eyes and straight brown hair in a low ponytail. He saw her indecision and suddenly lightning appeared in his hands. He flung it at the other man, who, already wounded, had no chance to dodge. Then the door in front of them burst open as Mercury saw him fall to the floor, dead.

Tears brimmed in her eyes, then anger. Fog filled the room—

Now Jupiter knelt, wounded herself, on white steps leading to a silver gate. Mars stood in front of it, and a bow of fire formed in her hands. An arrow, also of flame, appeared as well, pointed at the prostrate Jupiter. Her eyes were cold and hard. They held no mercy.

"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, Jupiter."

Sudden darkness claimed her, and then, opening her eyes, she blinked in the light. The others were beginning to stir.

How could she face them? In this life, and in the Silver Millennium, she had fought for good.

But it was becoming increasingly clear that, in the life before, she had been the villain.

AN: So very very short. But I just had to leave it at that line.

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