Serena, My Love, Remember Me

By: SilverCrystalArtremis

Summary: It is now five hundred years after the Silver Millennium. Prince Endymion is reborn as, you guessed it, Prince Endymion. However, Princess Serenity was reborn as Serena, a mere servant girl in Endymion's kingdom. The kicker is, he has all of his memories back, and Serena doesn't. Enjoy!

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Real quick: Fire dolphin- the outer scouts will appear in this story, but not until a little later on.

Oh, by the way, for later on in the chapter, one dollar is about two seras. (money!)

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Chapter Two:

The Scream

"NO, please!" she screamed, running between the drunken man and her brother, a small boy of only five years old. "It's not his fault! Please, don't hurt him! He didn't know what he was doing! He didn't realize he was doing anything wrong," she pleaded, tears in her eyes, as the small boy behind her curled into a ball and cried quietly.

"Not know what he was doing? NOT KNOW WHAT HE WAS DOING??? How can the little bastard not know that he was taking a decent, working man's food?!" At this, he raised the tankard, prepared to crash it into the barmaid's skull.

"STOP!" all three turned to look at the woman running out of the pub, long hair flying out behind her. She reached them, slightly out of breath, but stared the burly man straight in the eye, her piercing amber gaze causing the man to almost cower. "What, good sir, do you think you are doing?"

"My lady," he greeted as he bowed, forgetting the tankard still clutched tightly in his hand. "This bastard here," he said, waving carelessly to the girl and her brother, who was now gripping her leg tightly. "he tried to steal my food, food that I HONESTLY paid for, I might add," he stated proudly, as if it were something he should be highly rewarded for. "So, I chased 'im out here, and there 'e is, giving the bread to this to her, looking as proud as can be!" red in the face now, the man looked more like a raving lunatic than the nobleman he claimed to be.

"Sir Rocheford," the woman replied, raising herself to her full height, not much smaller than the man in front of her. "I would request evidence of such an accusation." She turned to the girl in front of her, her eyes twinkling with laughter. "Serena."

At the sound of her name, the young girl turned her blond head toward her mistress. "Y-yes, mi-milady?"

"Does this man have any proof of what he claims happened?" the pub owner asked her charge, praying the small girl would catch on.

"Proof, milady?" the girl asked, unsure of where the older woman was taking this.

"Yes, Serena. Proof. As in, do I have any reason to believe that your brother Samuel stole this man's bread?"

Suddenly catching on, the young girl's eyes twinkled the same as the pub owner's. "No, milady. No proof whatsoever."

The woman turned herself back to the man, still standing there, although now shaking with rage. "Well, 'Sir' Rocheford," she began, "as there is no proof that your accusation was true, there is nothing I can do."

"Milady!" the man shouted, ready to attack, though not sure who to hurt first. "You can't do that! I demand-"

"Sir, I may do whatever I please." The pub owner interrupted, eyes cold once again. "And I will thank you kindly to remember that. Now, Sir, you may go back inside and eat and drink, if you desire. But I warn you; should you cause any more trouble, I will take this matter to the king himself. I will also mention how you have a tab to my establishment of more than four hundred seras."

Sir Rocheford, now at a loss for words, angrily glared at Samuel and Serena before silently stalking back into the pub.

The woman now turned to the two children, smiling again. "Well, now that that's over," she began, "I suppose we can get back to business. She knelt down next to the little boy, who was staring at her in a frightened way. "Sammy, did you really steal that man's food?"

The boy began to cry, and threw his arms around the woman. "I'm sorry, really I am! I only did it because Sis was hungry, and I wanted to help! I'm sorry!" Samuel cried harder into his caretaker's shoulder, terrified that he wouldn't be forgiven.

"Shhh... It's alright, Sammy." She said, pulling him away far enough that he could see her smile. "I understand you wanting to help, but next time come to me, instead, okay?" The boy nodded his head happily, hugging the woman again. "Now, why don't you go inside and wash up, and the three of us will eat our dinner."

Sammy ran into the building, heading for the top floor, where he lived with his sister and the woman who was the closest thing to a mother he ever knew.

Serena was about to follow him inside, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around, and looked into the eyes of the woman who had raised her and her brother since their mother died, and even before then.

"Serena..." the woman began, looking into the younger woman's eyes. "We should really watch him more closely from now on. I don't want this to be a regular occurrence."

"Yes, milady," mumbled Serena, staring at her feet.

The woman sighed, exasperated, and lifted Serena's chin with her fingers. "Serena, how many times do I have to tell you? You don't have to call me that. You and little Sammy are as good as my own; you should at least feel free to call me by my name."

"B-but, milady-" Serena began again, looking into the woman's eyes.

"Hush, Serena. I know you feel it is not right to do so, but, please, I ask you; do this for me. Think of it as.... As a small "thank you" to me, alright?"

Serena sighed in defeat, yet inside, happy that she could finally feel comfortable showing some intimacy to the woman who was closer than her own mother.

"Now, no more talk of this: let us go inside, and spend the rest of the night as a family! And in the morning, we shall both talk to little Sammy, alright?"

As they walked back into the building, hand in hand, Serena did the only thing she thought appropriate. She turned to the woman by her side, hugged her close, and whispered, "Thank you, Mi-...Beryl."

Soooo.... What did ya think? Please tell me! I love you all who read this!! Weak chapter, i know, but i promise i'll do my best to make it better!