disclaimer don't own sailor moon just enjoy putting my own spin on it

A/N- holy mother, has it been almost seven months since I last updated this? sorry, everyone, my life has been crazy, and its the hardest story I've written in a while. anyway, credit goes to my bad influence over the pond sailor silver ladybug for the Majority of this chapter she actually wrote for silver tears, but it made sense for this story as well and thanks to my other best friend writer of fairytale and fiction, for their input and support

Chapter 3

As Metalia raged in the chambers A red-haired woman was looking through her crystal ball she didn't want to do this but her father had tortured her so much so it had tainted her soul she was going to have to lie to the earth prince and his love.

She was tired and just wanted this to end even if it meant losing her life twice she felt herself drifting and she let herself considering there was noone to kill her right now she fell into a dream.

She felt herself falling and drifted off to sleep

"Beryl." a whisper not of hate or disdain but love

She looked around "where am I? Who knows my name?"

Turning, Beryl peered at the young man who stood far too close. Her heart pounded in her chest, the heavy thump of it sounding in her ears. One hand flew to her mouth, which she covered as she stepped back once in shock. Dark hair and piercing green eyes stole her attention. He was staring at her, looking almost amused.

"Well?" he asked, grinning at her and stretching his arms. Beryl's mouth fell open as she saw a pair of silky green wings.

"I don't know," she managed to mutter. Then, knowing she behaved rudely, but unable to help herself, she pointed to his wings. "What are those?"

"They are wings, my dear Ruby" he replied.

Beryl liked the name 'ruby' it made her feel safe and not at all scared. She almost reached out to touch his fairy-like face " Are you a fairy?" she managed to finally ask.

The Man chuckled, not the dark, almost sinister laugh her father always had, but joyful and light. His eyes sparkled with mirth

"Not quite a fairy. Are you a witch you do not seem to have gained your wings, and your what twenty-one?

Beryl almost gasped, although she knew it was a lie, "I'm not a witch! I'm powerless" the word spoken felt like it set her skin alight with flame. She felt this was a far worse fate than death, she was powerless, and the man had not replied perhaps he was afraid of her. She couldn't fathom why, though. She was a woman who held no power like Serenity and the senshi. She missed her best friends. she felt a warm hand on her delicate skin.

"You're crying" it was a statement not a question. Beryl just mutely nodded

"You miss them right?" he took her hand and sat with her on the soft grass it was like a cloud Beryl felt like she could stay here forever Beryl turned her head to look around her for the first time and found herself in a world that was not entirely her own. The sky was the same blue that she had always remembered, but the grass she settled into was a beautiful blue color as well, with hints of purple that seemed to peep out at her.

"I doubt you are powerless, though you are untrained. I did not mean it as an insult."

Beryl breathed a sigh of relief. The word 'witch' always invoked the feeling of flames on her skin, and Beryl shuddered when she heard it. "Whatever the case, I doubt I will learn. I'm not sure I will be allowed to live much longer." She sighed, then smiled at the young man. "I fear I have been unforgivably discourteous," she said, putting on her best manners. "I am called Kuro Beryl. May I know your name?"

"You may call me Tern."

"Turn?"

Tern chuckled. "Close enough, I suppose," he murmured, lifting her hand to his lips. "I hardly dared believe I even had a soulmate. To find her a gorgeous witch as well is quite a shock."

Beryl nearly choked. "S-soulmate?" she asked, knowing she now stared quite rudely.

Tern laughed again. He always seemed to smile. "It appears our souls have connected before," he said in a soft sigh. "You are far more beautiful than I deserve. What planet do you call home?"

"You're accepting this far more easily than I," Beryl managed to whisper, her mind seeming to float on a river, her ability to think lost downstream.

Tern gently squeezed her hand. "Don't worry," he said softly, "You'll grow to love me. All soulmates do."

"But my soul has never been Bonded," Beryl told him, surprised. "Many on Terra have not."

Tern shook his head. "Terra," he said softly. "That is part of the Silver Millennium, is it not? It is the one the Moon Queen protects so fiercely."

Unsure how much she could tell someone she didn't know, Beryl only nodded. She could feel the heat of Tern's hand on her own and knew he was also staring at her. Peeping up at him, she again caught sight of his wings. The reminder that he was not human was jarring. He didn't feel any different than anyone she had ever known. In fact, he seemed less alien than the survivors of Mau, who appeared to be related to Terran felines.

"All of us are connected," Tern said softly, raising her chin so she was meeting his eyes. "You and I are only part of a vast network of people on so many planets no one knows the count of them. All of us are created from stardust, after all. The Silver Millennium has an important role to play," he continued, his voice going deeper and his eyes shifting from green to silver. "We will be reborn," he added, "the crying child will call me."

"What does any of that mean?" Beryl asked when it appeared he had come out of his trance.

Looking devastated, Tern lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "It means that I will never truly kiss this hand, or those soft lips. You will die soon."

"I know," Beryl said sadly. "I could never make Endymion betray his soulmate. My father does not understand and will kill me before the end."

Tern shook his head. "No," he said sadly. "He will not. You will die, but you will be reborn," he added, sounding slightly stronger. "I will be reborn first, but I can wait for you in the timeless lands."

Beryl didn't understand what he was talking about. She didn't know him, or how he could possibly wait for her. She didn't know much about the Soul-Bond, but she did know both people had to be alive for it to work. And she knew no one had any idea of the day they would be reborn, even if they were an old soul, ready to move on to the next existence.

"Beryl," Tern said, sounding even more serious than before. "There is no hope for you in this life. None. No matter what choice you make, the war will come. If you do not start it, then something else will. I can only tell you three things, and then you must choose when the time comes. Nothing I say will make any sense to you now."

"I do not-" Tern's finger covered her lips.

"I'm sorry, but my quest has been met, and the ancients will pull me from the search very soon. Listen. There will come a day when the sun does not rise. An ancient evil has awoken. You have already been in contact with her. When the sun does not rise, you must trust what your brother tells you. Do you understand?"

"When the sun doesn't rise, trust my brother."

"Second, there will come a day when you see Serenity on the moon. You must not let the ancient evil kill her. Her death must come from your hand or her own. If Metalia takes her life, she will destroy her soul, and all hope is lost. Do you understand?"

"Don't let Metalia kill Serenity," Beryl repeated dutifully, though she still was unsure how he knew or why he would tell her what to do.

"Finally, in the next life, you will see Serenity again. When you do, you must free your soul from the ancient evil as quickly as possible, or she will destroy it. Do you understand?"

"Separate my soul from Metalia when I see Serenity. But how?"

"Love is the key to defeating Metalia. Remember your love for your young friend. You will die, but she will save you from the ashes and bring you to the cauldron. I will wait for you there."

"I don't understand!" Beryl nearly yelled the words, frustration roiling through her like a raging flood.

"I know my heart," Tern said, "You will not understand until you are remade, as the person you always should have been, with the aid of the Princess. It is not right, and it is not fair. Worse, most of this will fade from your memory. You won't remember my face, or my voice, or my touch. Still, I will wait and I hope that something of me will remain in your mind, to bring you hope."