She couldn't believe it. Trista could not imagine that she was doing anything but dreaming—but she was not. She was engaged to her true love. The thought of it filled her and carried her through the next several months as she spent time in the Underworld, preparing for a wonderful marriage and wedding.

Fate had blessed them, though she warned that their path would not be an easy one. "Since Serenity has seen fit to bless you, I supposed I shall too," she had said. "Take this warning though; there will be those who oppose the consequences of your love—consequences that have taken place before this proposal itself. Be ready to face your opposition and show them that you have what it takes to pull this off."

Thinking back on these words, Trista felt a small chill go down her back. She wondered what exactly Fate meant.

One day, it dawned on her. Why hadn't she seen it before? But of course, she had been so busy and forgetful that she had not noticed at first. Trista made her way to the tower of Fate. Before she even knocked, Fate opened the door with a knowing look on her face. "Come in," she said quietly.

"How long have you known?" demanded Trista.

"Honestly, I would have thought you would have figured it out by now." Fate calmly replied.

"You lied to me!"

"It is not polite to barge to one's tower and ask why they have withheld information."

Trista growled, "I think I had a right to know."

Fate walked to Trista and they stood not an inch apart. "I do not have to tell you everything about your future. You were the Guardian of Time—surely you knew this was coming."

"No I did not!"

"Well, it is not my fault. I warned you."

"Because you knew! Whatever shall I do?" a crying Trista asked.

Fate put her hand on the other woman's shoulder. "You can handle this. That much I know, without even looking into the future."

"This makes things much more difficult, you realize."

"And I bet Hades doesn't even know."

"Not yet."

"Ah, but he will. He has a right to."

"I just can't believe this has happened…" Trista began to breathe very fast.

"Now, now, just calm down. Your emotions are already becoming unstable. You must not let them control you." Fate led her companion to a chair. "Sit," she ordered. "Amarina!" A minute later, the black-haired servant girl appeared at the tower door. "Will you please get dear Trista a washcloth to keep her cool?"

"Yes, madam." Amarina bowed and exited the room.

"Look, Trista. You must be more careful from now on."

"A little late for that…" Trista muttered thickly.

"Love blinds us all."

A moment later, Sailor Karma warped inside of the tower. "Reporting for duty, Miss Fate," she said with a salute. Seeing the tears upon Trista's face, Karma stepped back. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? What's wrong, Trista? Did Hades hurt you?"

"Hades would never hurt me," Trista replied quickly.

"Then what's wrong?" asked the concerned scout.

Sooner or later she was going to have to admit it. "I'm pregnant."