Sailor Pluto stepped through her portal to the Time-Space Gate, holding her Hotaru close. She held out her rod to the door, thinking of the time and place that she needed. She pulled back the rod, and opened the door.
"Disguise Pen! Turn me into—a hooded peasant!" When her transformation was through, she was wearing a cloak that covered her head completely. It would be just enough to blend in and reach her destination. Exiting the door, she stepped into the world of the Silver Millennium.
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She knew the palace inside and out. It had taken not long to reach the suite where the Outer Scouts were in the Moon Palace. There weren't many people around at this time, as it was nighttime. She was stealthy, moving without so much as even a whisper.
It would be late at night, but she knew the outer scouts stayed up for late night discussions, especially as time on their planets passed differently than on the moon. Normally they would not even be on the moon, but this was the time of a great celebration of peace. It was the day after this date that someone had appeared, startling the people in the midst of tranquility.
Pluto had almost forgotten this memory, but with the panic, a clear memory had come forward in her mind.
She knocked on the door. Sailor Uranus opened it. "Can we help you?" she asked.
"May I come in?" Pluto asked, hoping they would not recognize her voice.
"But of course." Uranus stepped back and allowed the disguised Pluto to come in.
It was like stepping into a long-lost memory. There was Sailor Neptune, sitting comfortably in a velvet loveseat in the center of the room, brushing her long aquamarine hair. Uranus went to sit next to her, shooting an admiring look at her partner. And of course, there was Sailor Pluto sitting in a chair with her legs crossed, unknowing that her own self and her daughter just walked into the room.
"Hello there. Who are you?" the past Pluto asked herself kindly.
The disguised Sailor Pluto shook her head. "It is not good for me to say at this moment. I have a problem, and I need your help, sailor scouts. You see, I am the mother of this child. This is a difficult thing for me, but I must ask if you can take care of her for me. She is in great peril in my time and world."
"But why not leave her at an orphanage?" asked Sailor Uranus, furrowing her brow.
Sailor Pluto replied, "No, I could not do that. She should be with you—after all, she is a sailor scout herself."
"What?" exclaimed Uranus, standing up.
"Just look at her birthmark on her forehead. See that she bears the sign of the planet Saturn." The disguised Pluto pointed at the mark, shining in the dimness of the night.
"Saturn," the past Pluto gasped. "Then she is…"
"The scout of destruction," Sailor Neptune whispered. "She shouldn't be here! Not now! Not during this great time of peace!"
"She may not be welcome at first," the disguised Sailor Pluto said, "but she is necessary for the future. Guard her, teach her…as if she were one of your own. I charge you with her. Please, for in my time she will surely be used for evil purposes."
Sailor Pluto stood up and came over to the small child. "Saturn…" She reached out first for the baby, holding it carefully in her arms. "Her name?"
"Hotaru."
"Hotaru," the past Sailor Pluto repeated.
"Who are you?" asked Neptune. "Why are you bringing her here, now?"
" One day you will know who I am, but it will be a long, long time. I have my reasons. Do not fret for the end, for every new beginning comes from another beginning's end. Stay strong, sailor scouts." And with these parting words, Trista turned around and left as mysteriously as she had come in, leaving a very confused trio with a sleeping baby behind.