Serena, My Love, Remember Me

By SilverCrystalArtemis

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: .... Yea, I'm secretly Takeuchi-sama in disguise, deciding to make NO money off of something I put my entire life into, while I could just sell it for millions. Come on, people! Just kidding! Sadly, I don't really own anything....especially not Sailor Moon.

Again, to ALL my reviewers, THANK YOU!!!! I love you all so much! I hope this chapter's long enough for you, and answers any questions you had up to this point. Enjoy!

Chapter Four:

The Talk, and other things

Endymion paced back and forth, Jadeite sitting nearby, watching calmly. They had been waiting in the exact spot Amara told them for twenty minutes now, sitting on the hill overlooking the town. "Where ARE they?" Endymion finally growled, running a hand through his hair for the dozenth time.

Jadeite chuckled. "Patience, my friend. It is still only quarter of the hour; they will be here soon."

Endymion turned to his friend, a slight smile playing on his lips. "I know, Jadeite. It's just... I miss her so much... I want her back. And I know they can help me. It's been so long... and, and you and the others have the girls! It's not fair! I just want her back!" at this, he slumped down on the ground next to Jadeite. Looking off into space, he unknowingly spilled his secrets to the man beside him. "I... I dream about her every night, Jadeite. I dream about what it used to be like, what it could have been like, if...if Beryl hadn't attacked... And I think that, if I had maybe done a better job of protecting her...maybe, it wouldn't have happened..." Jadeite stared at his friend disbelievingly.

"What? Protecting her better? Endymion! For Christ's sake, you gave your life for the girl! What better form of protection is there than that??"

Endymion, still staring far away, replied sadly, "If I had held on a little longer...for her.....I-I could have helped her...maybe..." He turned to his friend, and for the first time in his life, Jadeite saw tears in the man's eyes. "I have nightmares of that night so often...of what I could've done to help her...to save her..." Now it was Jadeite's turn to stare away at nothing.

"At least you're not haunted by the thought that you killed her..." he replied, without so much as a trace of his usual hidden laughter. His voice was flat, almost dead. "You're lucky, Endymion, you know that? You're so lucky. The others and I...we can't so much as look at them and not hate ourselves for what we did. Every time she says my name...I can still hear her scream...begging me not to do it...not to kill her...to destroy our family...our child..." Endymion started, and turned to his friend, completely shocked. "She...?" he didn't even have to finish the thought, as Jadeite nodded his head affirmatively. "Jed, I'm so sorry. I really am." Thinking of nothing else he could do, Endymion wrapped his arm comfortingly around the man as they stared off toward the town, both lost in their thoughts.

A crackling of twigs pulled them out of their thoughts, and they both turn around to see four women behind them. In the front, was the tall blond from the pub, clutching the hand of a smaller, but equally beautiful woman, with long aquamarine locks freely reaching down to her mid back. Behind them was a girl no older than fourteen, her short black hair hanging loosely around her face. Behind her, still partially hidden in the shadows, was a dark skinned woman, with long dark hair as long as Lady Mina's, reaching down to her legs, partially pulled up. In her hands, she held a small black cat, with an odd mark on her forehead. The two men stood up, and bowed respectfully. "Ladies," began Endymion, "how lovely to see you all again."

There was no way he was going to stand for it, he thought angrily, sloshing his ale in his tankard drunkenly. No one spoke so someone from the Rocheford family that way! It didn't matter if his family had practically disowned him; he was still a Rocheford. And nobody, not Lady Beryl, not the King, not even the Almighty himself was going to speak to HIM that way! He jumped up, threw down his tankard, and ran out of the pub, ignoring the curious glances of the others, and the angry shouts of the barmaid. He would show them. He would show them all. No one messed with Matthew Rocheford.

"Sorry to have kept you waiting, Endymion," Amara said as the four of them bowed as well, "Unfortunately, some people did not enjoy waking up at such an odd hour, despite the fact that it was four our Prince," She added, glancing playfully back at Hotaru, who had the grace to blush.

"It is perfectly alright. I daresay I would have done the same in her position," Endymion replied, smiling briefly at the small girl, who couldn't help but blush even more. He and Jadeite sat down, and motioned for the women to do the same. The small black cat jumped out of the dark-haired woman's arms as she went to sit, and chose a seat on Endymion's lap instead. She purred, and rubbed herself up against his chest. He smiled down at her, and stroked her fur. "Hello, Luna," he said, as she glanced up at him happily. "Long time, eh?"

"Indeed it has been," answered the dark-haired woman, Trista. "Too long if you ask me." She smiled at Endymion, never having forgotten how much she, like Beryl, had secretly loved Endymion. She could never tell anyone, but she still did. She would never act on her feelings, however. She knew destiny had taken its course, and that Endymion and Serenity were meant to be. "Amara told us you have a few questions, Endymion," she said, instantly getting straight to business.

He sighed, knowing that the friendly greetings were over, and he was going to get answers to his questions. Whether they were going to be the answers he wanted or not, he wasn't so sure.

Serena closed the door to Sammy's room, smiling at how cute he was when he slept, clutching his teddy bear so tightly. She leaned against the wall, and sighed softly, thinking about all that had happened that day. Never had she felt so many emotions in one day. From complete exhaustion, to fear for her brother from the crazed drunkard, to love, and back to exhaustion.

Never had she ever felt as if she were part of a family until now, either. Even when her mother was alive, she barely ever saw her. Their father had died shortly after her mother became pregnant, and it had sent her mother into horrible depression. The only reason she hadn't died along with him was the fact that she didn't want her baby to suffer for her actions. So, until the baby was born, she did her best to take care of her young daughter, however hopeless her efforts were. No matter how hard she tried, she and her daughter always ended up starving. Finally, thinking it would be the best thing for her daughter, Selene sent her to live with one of her best friends, Lady Beryl. Lady Beryl readily welcomed in the girl, never having a family of her own, and treated her like a princess. Shortly after giving birth to her son, and naming him after the husband she loved so dearly, she died of complications from childbirth. Beryl eagerly accepted little Samuel as well, as was as good a mother as any could be to both of them.

And finally, today, Serena felt comfortable calling her not only Beryl, but, during dinner, called her "Mother". She would never forget the look of pure joy that swept over the woman's face, or how Sammy started jumping in his seat, calling, "Mommy, mommy, mommy!" Never before had anything ever felt so perfect. And as Serena crawled into her bed that night, gazing happily up at the moon, she silently wished her dream would never end.

"What do you mean, dead?" he asked, staring at them all. After their greetings, the first question he asked was why Serena didn't remember him, or anything for that matter. The answer he received was the last thing he expected.

"As we said, Endymion, the soul of your precious Serenity is all but dead inside that body. She doesn't remember anything from Silver Millennium, anything at all. She thinks she is just a normal girl serving her adopted mother in the kingdom of His Majesty, King Silas."

"But how can she be DEAD?" he screamed, utterly frustrated, and horribly afraid. "She was standing right in front of me! I felt her soul! It just..."

"You what, Endymion?" asked Jadeite, sincerely curious as to exactly why he hadn't been told before.

"I...I felt her. When I saw her, I reached out to her with our link, but..." he stopped there, not sure if he should, or even could continue.

"What happened?" asked Michelle, grasping Amara's hand tightly.

"It felt...it felt as if....I KNOW it was her. It was my Serenity. I could tell. But it felt like a part of her was...unreachable. As if....Part of her soul, part of HER, was...erased." he answered, trying as hard as he could not to break down.

"That's almost exactly what happened," replied Trista, Luna now resting peacefully on her lap. "When she used the Crystal, she put so much of her life force in to it, so much of her soul, that the Crystal devoured it in order to do her bidding. You see, when used at an extreme, as it was, the Crystal needs something to feed off of. Something for it to get the energy to do its job. She knew this, and willingly gave up everything; her memories, even her soul, so that we could all find each other again."

"Why did she do that?" he asked, hurt and tired. "Didn't she realize that we'd-that I'd- need her?"

"She obviously thought we-that is to say, the fifteen of us, together- would get along fine without her. That we wouldn't miss her at all," replied Hotaru, resting her head tiredly against Trista.

"So, what you mean to say is, my Serenity's never coming back? Never remembering anything we had? That all that's alive now is...is nothing more than a corpse?" he demanded, trying to get at least one of them to look him in the eyes. None of them would even lift their heads from looking at the ground.

Michelle, amused at how every time he mention her, he used the term, "My Serenity", lifted teary eyes to look at him. "Not quite, Endymion," She replied, hoping to give him at least some hope. "Even though she willingly gave her soul to the Crystal, it wouldn't accept it completely. You see, the Crystal is not only an object, it's...it's an extension of the person who controls it. Every woman in the Royal Moon line has this....this power, almost like a magnet, that enables them to use the Crystal. And the Crystal responds to that, and Crystal and Princess, or Queen, form an unbreakable bond. The Crystal is both the person who uses it, and the Guardian of the person who uses it. So when Serenity offered it her soul, the Crystal realized it needed some energy force to accomplish its task, but also knew it couldn't take away her soul. Instead, it fed off of part of her soul, not killing it, but using so much of its power that it still lies so dormant inside her, almost in a comatose state. It just so happened that the part it fed off of was the part that held all the memories of us."

If anyone said Endymion was shocked, it was an understatement. "So...is there any way to bring it back? To make her remember us?"

"Yes, there is, but it's difficult..."

Matthew Rocheford ran toward the small pub, torch in hand, smiling insanely. This would show them. This would show them what happened when you insulted a Rocheford. You paid. And you paid dearly. Making sure no one saw him, he kneeled next to the pub, and laid down the torch. As soon as he was sure the building would catch, he ran just far enough away to be able to watch the place burn and die, along with those inside. Then they'd understand what happened. They all would. And no one would ever try that again.

The four women stood up, smiling sadly at their prince and his guard. Because they knew that, no matter how hard he would try, his task was next to impossible.

"Endymion," began Amara, "I'm afraid we must take our leave of you now. You see, the sun shall be rising soon, and we dare not be caught here. I suggest you do the same." With that, the four started walking away.

Endymion stood quickly, another thought entering his mind. "Wait!" he called, causing the women to turn around again. "What about Beryl? Why is she here? And why hasn't she hurt my Serenity?"

Amara smiled sadly again, and replied, "That, my friend, is another story for another time."

"But-"he began again, only to be cut short by the sounds of screams from the town. Screams of fire. And as they all looked toward each other, they noticed the smoke billowing from where the pub should be.

Serena felt as if she was watching a movie. A movie that she starred in, but had never seen before in her life. There she stood, in clothing fit for a princess, with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life right beside her. There were other people around, but they didn't matter. All that mattered was that this man was here, that he was next to her, holding her hand. They began dancing, and the entire world just fell away into nothing. A sudden, loud crash echoed through the ballroom they were in, and everything stopped...

She rolled over in her sleep, and fell into a dreamless sleep, never noticing the smoke rising up through the floor...

SOOOO....What do you think? PLEASE tell me! I know it's darker than the others, but it IS longer! Also, if you can, check out my other fic. It's called "To be with you". I love you all!