Serena, My Love, Remember Me

By: SilerCrystalArtemis

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!

Disclaimer: ....... Okay, are you people reeeeaaally gonna make me say it? You don't wanna make me cry, right?? silence ooohhh...alright, I don't own Sailor Moon, ar any of that stuff, although it IS on my Christmas list.....

Again, thank you SOO much to all who reviewed me! It really means a lot to me.

Oh, to Krystelo, princess-nav, and hit60: I'm sorry, but you have to wait to see if Beryl's good or bad...because it's hard to explain.

Chapter Three:

Old Friends

Endymion raced through the town, following the sounds of screams, shouts, and crashing. As he neared the origin of the racket, it suddenly stopped. Afraid it might mean his love was in serious danger, he leaped off his horse, and ran toward the small pub. As he got closer, he saw her. As he looked at the angel in front of him, his heart stopped. She was standing there, seemingly unharmed, but his eyes must have been playing tricks on him. It seemed that she was hugging- no, it couldn't be it? As he thought, the two women walked to the side of the pub, up a small set of stairs that led to, he supposed, their small private rooms upstairs. He sighed, relieved that she was alright, yet frustrated that he would have to wait to see her. Feeling slightly defeated, he walked into the small pub, Jadeite only seconds behind him.

He looked around him, at the meager furnishings and somewhat...shifty characters sitting in the back. He walked closer to the front, and found it much nicer there. He sat at the bar, and waited for the bartender to notice him. While he sat, he thought about Serenity. Words could not describe the joy he felt at seeing her once again, of feeling her soul so close to his, mending the wounds that opened so fresh every time he needed her. But he also wondered how he would get her to remember. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't tell his generals or the Senshi; it would break their hearts to know their princess, their best friend, probably didn't even remember their names from the strangest of dreams she might have had. He couldn't tell them, he just couldn't tell them, of how when he saw her, he had tried so desperately to reach her with their link. Of how he couldn't even feel her in there. How the part of her soul and heart that remembered seemed to lay dormant deep within her, and he couldn't think of anything to awaken it.

"Prince Endymion??" he heard someone whisper in front of him, pulling him out of his thoughts. The voice sounded feminine, yet, at the same time, masculine, and highly familiar. He looked up, and stared into the eyes of one of his angel's most fierce protectors, short snow-blonde hair falling messily into eyes the color of the sky.

He gulped, unable to believe that the Senshi of the wind, Sailor Uranus, was no more than two feet in front of him, the same shocked look on her face that he imagined he had on his own. "Uranus?" he whispered, and felt Jadeite turn and stiffen at his side, probably not forgetting how much the Outer Scouts had despised the generals for betraying them all.

Uranus smiled, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by a look of uneasiness. "Please, Majesty. I ask you not to call me that. At least, not in here. If you would, please, call me Amara."

"Amara," he said, not quite familiar with the name. "Tell me, Amara. What the hell is going on? Why doesn't Serenity remember? Why in the name of Selene is BERYL here? And why haven't you gotten Serenity out of here, or destroyed Beryl or...or something!?" after his outburst, Endymion threw his head against the bar, gaining stares from most of the costumers.

"Majesty, now is not the time. If you want the answers to your questions, come to this address at two. We will answer your questions, I promise." She replied, writing the place on the closest thing to paper she could find.

"We?" Endymion asked, shocked. Unless he was quite mistaken, that could only mean... "You mean the Outers?"

Uranus, or Amara, looked at him, a smile on her face, and winked. Handing him the piece of paper she whispered, "I don't think it is safe for you here anymore. After that outburst, I daresay you attracted some...unwanted attention." Looking around her, she motioned to the people to Endymion's right, who seemed ready to severely injure him, if not worse, if he didn't leave soon.

"Alright, alright," he sighed, taking the paper. He stood up, and was about to walk out of the building before tunring back once more to Amara. "Oh, and Amara.," he said, the first twinkle in his eye that anyone had seen in years.

"Yes, Majesty?"

"Nothing has changed since old times, my friend. I am still Endymion. Farewell."

"Farewell, Endymion," she said, as she walked him walk out the door, happy and excited, but dreading what would happen in a few short hours. She walked around the bar, prepared to make last call, while she wondered why it was left up to the Outers to tell the prince his princess was all but dead.

Well....a bit darker, but I still like it. Tell me what you think! And I'm sorry it took longer than the other chapters, but with school coming up, and summer reading still not done... well, you get the idea.