The Early Years
Part 11 - Chapter 12
And Then There Were Two!
Previously:
When the dust settled, the Youma was no more. In its place was the unconscious form of a female child.
The alley was silent, save for the soft murmurs of shock and awe. Murmurs quickly turned to surprise at the child's sudden appearance.
The masked man, seeing that the situation was under control and the enemy was defeated, quickly used the distraction of the child to disappear. Before anybody could even hope to react, a quick twist of his cape and a sudden jump from the building later, he was gone.
Thinking it best to do the same, wanting to avoid having to answer questions, Sailor Moon, quickly turned around and ran into a nearby side alley and vanished from sight.
A few minutes later, hidden in the alley's shadows, Susan felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see Aryanna, no longer the celestial warrior, but her friend once more. They exchanged glances that held a million unspoken words. Seconds later Susan sprang at her friend and gave her a large hug then she began to cry into her friend's shoulder.
"It's time to go home," Aryanna murmured soothingly leading Susan away from the scene.
Susan. glancing at her friend nodded. No further words were necessary.
Both friends knew, tonight there would be a lot of questions... and Aryanna would have to give a lot of answers.
Come what may...after tonight...nothing would ever be the same again.
And now the continuation:
One day later, Diagon Alley, Ollivanders
Setsuna Potter formerly known as Setsuna Meiou, waited patiently for a customer, a young boy, to finish with Mr. Ollivander. She had certain items to collect from the old wandmaker. Important items, vital to the resurrection of the Guardians.
When the Silver Millennium ended with the death of the last Queen ten millennia ago - has it really been that long ago -, everything associated with it was lost with it, save for what remained on Pluto, thanks to the temporal protections of the time gates. Of the sailor scouts, only the spare brooch which now hung around Aryanna's neck had remained. The old princess had been forgetful at times and so a copy was kept on certain planets for her, should she ever need one. Pluto had never been happy about the late princesses forgetfulness... until that day. She had given the brooch to her long deceased adopted godly brother in the hope that he could recreate it and the other transformation devices, in order to return the Sailor Guardians from the realms of the endless void.
At first, she had doubted even Hephaestus could recreate these items. They were after all advanced pieces of technology from a futuristic galactic empire. But she had been out of options. Thankfully, in the last moments of his time on Earth, he succeeded, making them his final and probably greatest masterpiece. She vividly remembered his struggles and frustrations while trying to replicate them and her many moments of doubt. Yet, he had prevailed, finalizing his work just days before his peaceful passing.
Such was the stubbornness of Hephaestus. And now, she was grateful for his perseverance.
His son, the new Hephaestus, had safeguarded the items for her, entrusting them through generations down the family line - even after the age of the gods had ended - for her eventual collection. And now, with Aryanna's recent decision, the time to retrieve these items had finally arrived.
Aryanna had finally chosen her Venus and that was probably the only silver lining that had come out of the incident now dubbed "The Diagon Alley Terror." Disregarding Moon and herself, the Sailor Guardians were about to be reborn for the first time in ten thousand years.
It also marked the magical world's first confrontation with the Youma and the end of its long era of peace since the Statute of Secrecy's enactment.
It was remarkable, a near miracle even, that there had been no Youma attacks in magical territories for so long. So long in fact that the magical world had seemingly forgotten about them. The last direct attack on the magical world had happened before the age of the gods had even started and before she, as the goddess Artemis, had created her huntresses. Then, with the enactment of the statute of secrecy, attacks had stopped altogether.
In the past the inherent magical energy of witches and wizards had seemingly deterred them. In their former state when Queen Metalia, the former leader of the Negaverse had still reigned, they had been a lot stronger. The weaker Youma of the past since her defeat however had sensed the potential threat wizards and witches posed, and so they had preyed on the muggles instead.
But that was now at an end. Recent events indicated a shift back to the former. The Youma had evolved, grown bolder, and become stronger once again, and the magical world's protection and luck had finally run out. Truly the end of an era of peace for the magical communities.
And now... well, now the magical world was running scared and uncertain what to do.
It was now only a matter of time before the Youma regained their former glory and Setsuna was not looking forward to that day.
Ironic! Here there was an obviously magical creature, completely unknown to the common folk of the magical world, yet known to the muggles. A creature the muggles had learned to live with for millenia and knew how to fight - if only due to herself, Aryanna and the key defensive agencies created to fight them, like her huntresses - while the magical witches and wizards were nearly defenceless against them.
Seriously! She had never understood how that could be. Setsuna had expected them to know about the Youma. Enough Squibs and Muggleborns lived and entered the magical world by the day. Surely one of them would have raised the alarm... right?
And yet!
And yet, it seemed, 'out of sight, out of mind and so not our problem,' was the mantra of the magical purebloods who controlled the magical world. Well... their arrogance and self complacency had finally come back to bite them in a most tender area.
Engrossed in these thoughts, Setsuna was pulled back to reality by the young boy's exclamation. She looked up, amused, as the boy's latest wand trial ignited a nearby bookshelf. Luckily, thanks to Mr. Ollivander's foresight, a fireproof charm extinguished the flames immediately, saving the precious books.
As the boy continued his search, Setsuna turned her attention back to the 'Daily Prophet' in her hands.
DIAGON ALLEY TERROR: MYSTERIOUS HEROES TRIUMPH OVER SHADOWY BEAST
by Ethelinda Scribeworthy, Senior Daily Prophet Correspondent
In a chilling turn of events, Diagon Alley, the bustling hub of our beloved wizarding world, found itself under the menacing grip of a sinister creature referred to by Muggles as a "Youma". However, as shadows deepened, light emerged in the form of two unexpected champions.
Panicked eyewitnesses were left dumbstruck as traditional spells ricocheted off the creature, proving futile. "In all my years frequenting Diagon, I've never have I witnessed anything like it! Never before did I feel so helpless, hopeless even. Nothing and I mean nothing seemed to work. Our spells... they simply evaporated before it" lamented Bertram Bootleby, famed proprietor of Bertie's Broom Emporium.
Indeed, dear readers, it seems even the infamous killing curse itself seemed futile as seen in a picture taken from a pensive which can be seen below.
Luckily, salvation arrived in the form of a young woman recognized by Muggle media as 'Sailor Moon'. (Refer to the pensive-captured image on Page 4). Believed to be a muggle superhero, her magical prowess was undeniable, leading some to think she was a witch-turned-vigilante. "I've heard of Sailor Moon in Muggle newspapers. Never imagined I'd see her in action!" said muggle-born Harriet Hempwick.
Supporting this claim, Angela Fawley, a squib of the Fawley family who frequents the muggle world had this to say: "I recall tales of a similar hero named Sailor Pluto from Muggle children's stories. They are available everywhere in Muggle stores. Truthfully I always thought they were fictional. To actually witness one of these hero's first hand is nothing short of surreal."
Supporting Sailor Moon was a masked man currently known only as the 'Tuxedoed Gentleman' (for a pensive-captured image, see Page 5)., who made a timely appearance, assisting her in delivering the final blow.
Post the creature's defeat, a disoriented child emerged from its remnants, now recuperating under the watchful eyes at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies. (For an exclusive photograph, see Page 6).
Auror Jeremiah Wensley, one of the aurors who bravely fought the Youma, candidly expressed, "I shudder to think of the outcome without Sailor Moon and the Tuxedoed Gentleman. Were it not for Sailor Moon and her ally, Diagon might've witnessed a day of unparalleled tragedy."
Grim words indeed made all the more terrible coming from one of the ministry's finest.
Are the Aurors truly unable to protect us against this new threat?
Such sentiments cast looming shadows over our faith in the Ministry's protective capabilities, especially with their unsettling silence post the event.
While Diagon Alley now pulses with a mix of gratitude and trepidation, it's undeniable that in our world's darkest moments, heroes - expected and otherwise - emerge to light our way. But the pressing question remains: will the Ministry rise to confront these newfound threats?
For more on:
The ministry response see Page 6
Sailor Moon and the Tuxedoed Gentleman see page 7
Sailor Moon - Vigilante or Hero? see Page 8
Youma's -what are they? see Page 9
Setsuna sighed as she finished reading the article from the Daily Prophet. A week had passed since the Battle of Diagon Alley, now dubbed the Diagon Alley Terror. Aryanna, even as Sailor Moon, was fortunate to have faced and survived an encounter with a formidable level 5 Youma, a leap beyond the level 4 she initially believed and the most formidable she had ever confronted, until now.
When Aryanna recounted the battle and spoke of a masked man's involvement, Setsuna's initial relief of her survival had transformed into shock.
Tuxedo Mask! The name stirred memories of Prince Endymion, the former princess's lover, long believed to have perished during the Silver Millennium's destruction. How had he possibly endured? Where had he been all this time? And more importantly, why hadn't her trusted time gates informed her of his presence? His very existence raised myriad questions, hinting at the possibility of other survivors and the possible validity of ancient contracts and alliances.
These thoughts weighed heavily on Setsuna. Even her reliable Time Gates, which typically clarified the threads of destiny, remained mysterious, revealing only an indistinct figure when she tried to scry him. If she couldn't trust her gates anymore...then what use were they? It was frustrating for her. Also, if this man indeed bore the spirit of Endymion—or perhaps was a reincarnation, much like Aryanna's transformation into Sailor Moon—the implications were staggering.
Distracted from her reflections by the comedic scene unfolding in Ollivander's shop, she watched as the boy's relentless pursuit of a wand was marked by a frantically dodging flamingo. Shifting her attention back to the paper, Setsuna turned the page, readying herself for the next article.
MINISTRY OF MAGIC RESPONDS TO DIAGON ALLEY CHAOS: SAFETY MEASURES TO BE ENHANCED
by Cordelia Fumblestone, Daily Prophet Political Correspondent
In the wake of the chilling assault on Diagon Alley which damaged buildings and injured many, the Ministry of Magic convened an emergency session. Minister for Magic Millicent Bagnold addressed the wizarding community, vowing to amplify increased safety measures and to intensify probes into the events.
Bagnold, who led during the First Wizarding War's climax and Voldemort's fall, declared, "The Ministry is committed to its citizens' safety. Diagon Alley's recent events were unforeseen and unlike any past encounters. Our top investigators, including those from the Department of Magical Creatures, are striving to understand the 'Youma'." (For more information on what we know about Youma please see page 9.)
She encouraged the public to stay alert and promptly report any anomalies.
The mysterious 'Sailor Moon' and 'Tuxedoed Gentleman' were acknowledged by the Ministry. Though vital in subduing the Youma, their unregistered magic raised eyebrows. (For more information on Sailor Moon and the Tuxedoed Gentleman please see page 7)
"Their intervention is appreciated, but questions arise: Who are they? Whence did they come? The Ministry hopes to engage them in a dialogue to better understand their capabilities and motives," stated Bartemius Crouch Sr., Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, after the Minister's speech.
While some parallels are drawn between this and the First Wizarding War, Minister Bagnold assured that this incident seems unrelated to prior dark activities.
To bolster public trust, she announced enhanced enchantments around major wizarding areas, more Auror patrols, a mandatory Youma awareness class set to be held at Hogwarts, and a dedicated direct Ministry flooline for reporting suspicious acts.
However, despite the Ministry's track record in facing dark threats, a chorus of skeptics echoes through the alleys, demanding more concrete action and transparency. "Bagnold navigated us through Voldemort's era, but this is new. We need action, not just promises," said Elphias Dodge, historian and close associate of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Indeed, following the upheaval in Diagon alley, there have been rumours of a call for no confidence for our esteemed minister. We'll keep you posted as we learn more.
Either way, only time will reveal the effectiveness of these measures against new threats like the Youma. Meanwhile, the wizarding world stays hopeful, albeit wary.
Setsuna's perusal of the Daily Prophet was interrupted once again, but this time by a loud cheer. The boy had finally found his wand.
Setting the newspaper aside, Setsuna waited for the purchase to be finalized before stepping forward, watching the happy family of three leave the store.
'It's been a while since this phrase was used. I wonder if he'll recognize it?' she pondered, before addressing the elderly wandmaker.
"Madam Potter, an honor to see you again. Any problems with...?"
"The wands of change glimmer under Lunar's light," she recited, cutting him off.
Ollivander froze, his eyes widening in surprise. After a brief pause, to gather his thoughts, he cautiously responded, "Under Hḗphaistos' might, to be remade with times foresight."
Without missing a beat, Ollivander continued with, "To shine forever bright, as Venus' love shall guide our sight."
"And Mercury's wisdom shall set things right," Setsuna finished with a smile.
At her final words, Ollivander nearly stumbled, recognizing the ancient code phrase. It was a coded exchange within his family handed down through the generations from a time when his ancestors still masqueraded as the ancient Greek god Hḗphaistos.
"Has the time truly come at last?" he whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "After so many years..."
"Yes, Garrick, it is time," Setsuna confirmed solemnly. "Might I speak with my brother?"
His eyes widened further. The weight of her words took a moment to fully sink in. "Your brother? But then... You mean..."
"Yes, Garrick... It is I... Artemis, the Moon Goddess. I am here to claim what belongs to me."
Ollivander nodded, still a bit dazed. He quickly made his way to a back room, leaving Setsuna alone with her thoughts. From the distance, she overheard him call, "Wake up. Your sister is here."
When Ollivander returned, he carried with him a portrait of an old man who seemed to be roused from a deep sleep. Upon recognizing Setsuna, he brightened.
"Ἄρτυ! Ἀδελφή! Πολὺς χρόνος ἐστί!" ("Arty! Sister! It's been ages!") he exclaimed in ancient Greek.
"Ἐστί, ὀλίγοι αἰῶνες τοὐλάχιστον. Ἀλλὰ χρόνος αἰεὶ ἔδοξεν μοι διαφορητικός. Καλόν σε θεωρεῖν." ("It has, a few centuries at least. But time always felt different for me. It's good to see you,") she replied smiling warmly.
The man chuckled. "Αἰεὶ εἶχες ἰδιαίτεραν σχέσιν πρὸς τὸν χρόνον. Ἄρα, διὰ τί ἡ ἐπίσκεψις νῦν; Ἡ συστημένη συνάντησις ἡμῶν οὐκ ἐστί πρίν ἀπὸ ἑνὸς αἰῶνος." ("You always did have a unique relationship with time. So, why the visit now? Our next scheduled meeting isn't for another century.")
Attempting an innocent look, Setsuna asked, "Μὴ δύναται ἀδελφὴ ἐπισκέπτεσθαι τὸν πάλαι τεθνηκότα ἀδελφόν αὐτῆς" ("Can't a sister visit her long-dead brother?")
The man harumphed. "Μετὰ σοῦ, αἰεὶ ἐστί λόγος. Ὅδε εἰ διὰ... αὐτούς, οὐκ εἰ;" ("With you, there's always a reason. You're here for... them, aren't you?")
Setsuna sighed. "Ναί, Φῆστος. Εἰμί. Ἀλλὰ καὶ καλόν σε θεωρεῖν." "Yes, Festus. I am. But it's also good to see you too."
"Ὑπολαμβάνω ἄρα ὅτι ἡ ὥρα τῶν Φυλάκων ἀναγεννήσεως τέλος ἔφθασεν." ("I suppose then that the Guardians' time of rebirth has finally arrived,") he observed, to which Setsuna nodded.
"Οἴμαι... καλόν ἐστί ὅτι τέλος χρησονται μετὰ πάντων τῶν μιλλεσίων. Ἦν ἂν ζημία εἰ μή." ("I guess... it's good that they will finally be used after all of these millenia. Would have been a shame if not.") he continued before he switched to modern English and called out.
"Garrick!"
"Yes, Grandfather?" The poor man had been staring into space as the two ancient beings conversed in ancient Greek.
"We'll need the key!"
"Key?" Garrick asked, confused "What key?".
"THE key, Garrick. The one that I gave instructions to pass down," the man in the portrait prompted.
For a few seconds Garrick could only stare at the portrait as he frantically tried to remember what his many times great Grandfather was talking about but then his eyes widened as he remembered, allowing Setsuna to release a breath of relief. For a few seconds there she was worried that it had been lost during the many millennia since its creation. That would have been a disaster of epic proportions.
"Ah! That key...right...I remember now. Erm...Sorry Grandfather...I'll need to... please forgive me," he said suddenly recalling something important.
With an apologetic look towards the painting he drew a small knife, and making a small incision on his hand he dropped a few drops of blood on a rune on the portrait.
"Hey, Wait! What are you?... OW!" said the Portrait just as Ollivander cut into the portrait's pocket.
A second later a small golden key fell out of the freshly cut hole, to land with a clang on the ground.
"Sorry grandfather... your son...according to the stories, he thought it would be a great prank to place it inside your portrait. In your pocket no less. That was before he activated you. He said it would be the safest place. And it seems he was right," Garrick answered apologetically, doing his best to ignore the curse word that came out of the portrait's mouth due to his explanation. A quick 'Reparo' later the cut in the portrait was fixed once more.
Picking up the key, ignoring the irked mumbles coming from the portrait, he handed it over to Setsuna.
"They are safeguarded by the dwarves in an ancient vault at Stonevaults. Last I heard it was in what you now now call Switzerland. When you arrive, show them the key and use the code word μεταμόρφωσις (metamórphōsis). They'll understand and will assist you," he added as Setsuna took the key and placed it into a mokeskin pouch that she carried with her.
"Be careful, Arty," Hḗphaistos - the portrait added, a serious look on his face. Setsuna nodded assuring him she would. The two ancient siblings shared some more moments before Setsuna teleported away towards Geneva eager to retrieve the transformation wands that she hoped would soon bring the Sailor Guardians back to life.
The Potter Mansion, a week later, post-Diagon Alley incident.
Aryanna sat in her private study, her thoughts far away, as she waited for her friend—and potentially the next...and first of the new Sailor Guardian—to arrive.
Beside her, on the table, rested a unique wand. The wand was unlike any typical witch's wand in the wizarding world. Crafted from a rare golden-orange wood, it seemed to shimmer with an inner glow. Its length was delicately balanced, neither too long nor too short, making it perfect for both wandwork and the more elaborate gestures of a Sailor Guardian.
At its hilt, the wand widened slightly, forming a base that held a shimmering, heart-shaped gemstone that seemed to pulse with a warm, golden light.
Etched just above the heart, was the symbol of Venus – a circle with a cross below – which was intricately inscribed, not just as a rune but almost like a piece of art, its lines fine and precise. This was flanked by miniature etchings of a Love-Me Chain, wrapping around the wand in a delicate spiral, almost like a vine. Finally, the wand tapered to a fine point, perfect for precise spellwork. When held, one could feel a gentle warmth emanating from it, and a soft hum that hinted at the vast reservoir of power it held.
This wand was a true masterpiece worthy of its creator, made by Hḗphaistos, the ancient Greek god himself. A wand that she hoped, would soon herald the arrival of a new Sailor Guardian:
Sailor Venus!
The first Sailor Guardian - besides herself in over ten millennia, and hopefully the first of many Guardians to come.
The aftermath of the Diagon Alley skirmish had changed everything. In that moment she had not only triumphed over a Youma that until that moment she had believed to be beyond her abilities, but it had also forced her to confide her deepest secret to Susan. One of her closest friends and one of two people she hoped would become her first Guardians since the fall of the ancient moon kingdom. Guardians who would stand by her side, defending the world against the growing Youma threat.
She had hoped she could have revealed herself to her trusted friend in a different, less surprising, and much less dangerous way... however, it was not to be. The stakes had simply been too high. It was either that or risk the lives of people...maybe even Susan's and herself. In the end, the choice had been a simple one to make.
Sighing, her eyes drifted to the latest issue of "Teen Witch Weekly" she'd been perusing earlier. Desperately seeking a momentary distraction, she picked it up, diving back into the articles.
"Enchanting Sailor Moon & the Dashing Tuxedoed Gentleman: Diagon Alley's Enigmatic Saviours!"
By Felicity Flutterwhisk
Diagon Alley is abuzz, not with the latest magical fashion trends or coveted love potions, but because of the dramatic appearance of two figures who seem straight out of a fairy tale: the radiant Sailor Moon and the charismatic Tuxedoed Gentleman. Their theatrical arrival and awe-inspiring display of power has left the magical community spellbound. But, dear readers, who are these mysterious figures, and more crucially, what were they wearing?
"I've never witnessed robes quite like hers—silken fabric and that dazzling tiara? She's our very own modern-day princess," exclaimed Lavender Brown, a soon-to-be Hogwarts student who is due to start at Hogwarts this year.
Sailor Moon, with her knee-high red boots and short skirted sailor-themed attire, is a breath of fresh air compared to our traditional robes. And that tiara! It's nothing short of regal. As a child, I've always wanted to feel like a princess. While wearing a tiara of my own won't make me one, it comes very close.
'Oh, if only you realized how accurate you are,' Aryanna mused with a subtle grin, continuing her reading.
As for the Tuxedoed Gentleman, he's every bit as captivating. This hunk of a man with his mysterious mask, paired with those rose-hued accents has stolen the hearts of many a witch—and even a few wizards. Penelope Clearwater, a muggle-born, commented, "He's reminiscent of the superheroes I've read about in Muggle comics, only far more suave!"
Are these two set to redefine magical fashion? Only time will disclose. However, we're all rooting for Sailor Moon and the Tuxedoed Gentleman to become mainstays in our world. Rest assured, Witch Weekly will be documenting their enchanting exploits every step of the way!
Aryanna was torn between amusement and exasperation. No matter where she went, the result was always the same. As if the fan clubs in the muggle world weren't enough, now she had to deal with them in the magical world as well.
'Not another fan club!' she thought in dismay. It was just her luck.
Once again, she silently thanked her lucky stars for the identity-concealing magic of her Sailor Suit. The last thing she needed atop her superhero duties and her looming school responsibilities was managing overzealous fans.
'Urg...' No... just... No! Thank you very much.
Speaking of Hogwarts, her first term at the fabled school was rapidly approaching. In just a few weeks, she would be stepping beyond the safe confines of Potter Mansion and into the esteemed halls of the wizarding world's top school.
Her gaze drifted to her acceptance letter, lying a short distance away.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore
Dear Heiress Potter-Peverell,
I am delighted to inform you that you have been accepted into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The illustrious legacies of the Potter and Peverell families echo through our castle's hallowed halls, and we look forward with great anticipation to your joining this rich heritage.
Enclosed, please find a list of all necessary books and equipment required for your first year. The term is set to commence on the 1st of September. We kindly await your response by owl, no later than the 31st of July.
In light of your family's esteemed history with magical creatures, should you seek guidance in selecting your magical familiar, an expert from our Magical Creatures department stands ready to assist.
As is tradition, students are to make their journey to Hogwarts from Platform 9¾ at King's Cross station via the Hogwarts Express. We deeply respect and understand the importance of the rituals that many of our longstanding magical families cherish during this momentous occasion.
Upon your arrival, the welcoming ceremony will determine your house placement. As a long-standing member of magical society, we respectfully ask you not to give away the secret of the sorting as it may influence those not privy to the secret.
We are eager to welcome another member of the revered Potter lineage into our fold. We trust that your years at Hogwarts will be characterized by personal development, magical discovery, and the forging of a legacy uniquely your own.
"Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress"
Aryanna's eyes danced with amusement upon reading a comment about familiars. Indeed, the Mau were extraordinary and truly unique.
She had arranged for the Mau; Luna, and Artemis, to be with her at Hogwarts. Luna, as her registered 'familiar', would be inconspicuous due to her resemblance to a common house cat. Should Susan embrace her destiny as Venus, then Artemis would be by her side as well. Their discreet presence would be invaluable.
Historically, Luna had advised political leaders and mentored the moon princess—a binding agreement with the Mau and the Moon Kingdom. Artemis, for his part, was known as a military figure during the era of the Silver Millennium. With the once powerful Silver Millennium now just a memory, Luna and Artemis had shifted to advising Aryanna and Pluto. The dream was that, in time, as Aryanna embraced her future roles as queen and with it the additional role of mother to a new princess, the duo would then return to their ancestral duties.
But for now, with Pluto's impending departure to her namesake planet to resume her duties at the gates of time on a part-time basis while she was at Hogwarts, Artemis would counsel Susan if she became Sailor Venus. In this role, Susan would also be her second in command and the leader of any future Inner Sailor Guardians when she was unavailable.
All she had to do was say 'yes'.
Putting away her Hogwarts letter, Aryanna glanced at the nearby clock. Each ticking second amplified her anxiety. Susan would be arriving soon, and Aryanna found herself tormented by doubt. After all, accepting the role of a superhero was a life-altering decision. Was she doing the right thing? It would put her friend in near-constant danger. What if she could not handle the responsibility? She was after all just an eleven year old child.
Rising from her seat, she began pacing, her turmoil evident in her every movement. Aryanna deeply wished for Susan to embrace the role of Venus, but was it fair to burden her with such responsibility? Both were merely children, but Aryanna had already taken up the mantle of Sailor Moon, was Susan truly any different? She never thought she'd be creating child soldiers at the age of ten.
In an attempt to distract herself, Aryanna picked up the Daily Prophet from her desk. One particular article had caught her eye earlier, and with Susan's arrival still pending, she delved back into it.
Daily Prophet - Special Ministry Announcement
MANDATORY YOUMA AWARENESS PROGRAM AT HOGWARTS!
By Ignatius Pennworthy
"Every night since the incident, my daughter wakes up from nightmares about the Youma. She's scared, and as a parent, so am I," says Gwendolyn Rosier, a concerned mother of a third-year Hogwarts student. Addressing the concerns of Mrs Rosier and the community's growing anxieties following the shocking events at Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic, in partnership with Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and its Board of Governors, has announced a compulsory Youma Awareness Program for all students.
This two-day intensive course will be spearheaded by Ministry special envoy and renowned Youma expert, Setsuna Potter (recently appointed to the Board of Governors). Its primary goal is to empower young witches and wizards with vital knowledge to recognize, evade, and promptly report encounters with these mysterious creatures known as Youmas.
Course Breakdown:
Dates: 13th and 14th November
Note: Owing to the significance of this initiative, all regular classes during these dates will be postponed for the duration of the course.
Locations: Hogwarts Great Hall and Quidditch Pitch (Exceptional preparations are underway to host the entire student body, parents, and ministry officials over this period.)
Agenda: A well-rounded mix of theoretical sessions, practical simulations, and interactive group debates will ensure students get an in-depth grasp of Youma behaviors, traits, and potential defensive strategies.
"I'm eager to learn more about these creatures. Knowledge is our best defense," comments 5th-year Ravenclaw student Marcus Belby, echoing the sentiments of many of his peers.
Underlining the critical nature of this venture, Headmaster Dumbledore remarked, "Forewarned is forearmed! We prioritize our students' safety, and through this initiative, we are equipping them for any potential confrontations." Each House Head will be closely involved, overseeing their students and providing another layer of protection and guidance.
Students are also urged to share their acquired insights with their families during holiday breaks, promoting widespread awareness within the wizarding community.
Parents, a Special Note: The term "practical simulations" refers to controlled re-enactments using magical constructs that pose no real danger as well as real life captured Youma. Strict and controlled precautions will be in place during the proceedings to guarantee the safety of the students, especially during these hands-on exercises.
In these challenging times, it's pivotal for the wizarding world to stand united and informed. Stay safe, be alert, and remember that together, we can overcome any adversity!
Stay safe and stay informed!
As Aryanna set the paper down, she found herself staring into space deep in thought. Just another thing that didn't seem right. The notion of Setsuna capturing a live Youma for the demonstration seemed almost surreal. She remembered Setsuna's words clearly: 'Nothing like a live sample to drive the point home.' But was that really a good idea?
Setsuna had already hinted that she may be expected to assist her during the practicals. Whether that would be as Aryanna Potter; Hogwarts student, or as Sailor Moon; Sailor Guardian remained to be seen. It would probably all depend upon whether her aunt could get permission from the ministry and Dumbledore to allow a Guardian inside of Hogwarts.
A heavy sigh left Aryanna. She fervently hoped that her 'aunt' had a grasp on the situation. Facing a Youma, least of all capturing one, was no small challenge. But then again, if anyone was equipped for such a task, it would be Sailor Pluto, wouldn't it?
After all who knew better than the last surviving Sailor Guardian of the old empire? At least the Youma would stand no chance if they had to destroy it.
The gravity of the situation hit her anew. Susan, along with the entirety of Hogwarts, would soon confront the very real danger of the Youmas...in a classroom filled with innocent children no less. The whole situation felt like a nightmare or a disaster just waiting to happen.
At least, regardless of whether Susan chose to become Sailor Venus, she would still be privy to Aryanna's secret identity as Sailor Moon. That knowledge alone would change their relationship forever. The Youma threat was imminent, and while ordinary students, including Susan, might feel compelled to flee, as Sailor Venus, she could confront the menace directly...even be expected to do so.
As Aryanna's pacing resumed, her heart was laden with hope and fear. The choice ultimately lay with Susan, but Aryanna couldn't help but yearn for her acceptance.
The whole situation was threatening to become a bit too much for her. She really needed her friend by her side. Now more than ever.
Her other best friend, Hermione, would soon face a similar decision, and Aryanna clung to the hope that she too would accept the offer when her time came. Facing the looming perils without her friends by her side was almost unimaginable.
Just then, a house elf popped into the room, causing Aryanna to jump in surprise.
"Mistress Arry, Nibby has seen Miss Susy arriving. Should Nibby be bringing her to you?" came the subservient voice of Nibby, her dedicated Potter House-elf, who looked up at her with eager anticipation, eager to please her mistress.
"Nibby!" Aryanna exclaimed, her hand flying to her chest, startled by the elf's sudden appearance. "Yes, please! Bring her in. I've been waiting."
"As mistress wishes," Nibby replied, bowing so deeply that her floppy ears grazed the floor. Then, with another soft 'pop', she vanished.
Gathering her composure, Aryanna resettled in her seat, eagerly awaiting Susan's entrance.
Soon after, a soft knock sounded. Inviting the visitor inside, the door revealed the composed form of her family's human butler, Jeeves, and just behind him, the familiar silhouette of Susan.
"Miss Aryanna, your guest..." Jeeves intoned formally, stepping aside to let Susan through.
Suppressing an eye-roll at the ceremonious introduction, Aryanna got up and greeted Susan with a warm smile. She had to constantly remind herself that, to outsiders, she was the heiress to a venerable legacy. As such certain social expectations had to be observed. But she wasn't complaining. If anything, it was perfect practice for when she would one day become the Queen.
"Thank you, Jeeves," she acknowledged, and once he departed, the formality of the room melted away.
At that direct moment, both friends relaxed.
"Arya!" Susan exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Susan!" Aryanna responded, opening her arms to welcome her friend with an open embrace.
That broke the tension of the moment. Both friends quickly rushed and embraced the other tightly.
As their initial euphoria settled, they soon settled down and caught up, chattering about the recent events of their lives. Soon however, Aryanna hesitantly began to steer the conversation towards the part which she had been dreading, yet also was looking forward to the most.
Concluding her previous topic, she mentioned, "So, yes, a real-life Youma in class. I can't fathom how Aunty plans to capture one, but she's determined."
Susan's reaction was immediate. "A real Youma? That's... incredible. And terrifying. How will she even do that? I mean, we've seen their power. If it wasn't for you...and that masked man then..."
She trailed off, seemingly lost in the magnitude of the revelation. "I still can't wrap my head around it, Arya. You..., Sailor Moon... It's just... "
" Wow!"
Aryanna nodded, taking a deep breath before venturing further, "Have you decided on... the offer?"
A heavy pause filled the room, laden with unspoken emotions and uncertainties. It took a minute or two but when Susan finally spoke, her voice carried a note of resolve. "Yes. I want to."
Relief washed over Aryanna but she had to be sure. "Are you absolutely sure? There's no turning back," Aryanna pressed gently.
Susan's resolve was unwavering and she nodded determinedly, "Yes, I've made up my mind."
Hearing Susan's decision, Aryanna exhaled a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Then the die was cast. 'Rien ne va plus,' she thought. She gestured to the table. "Susan, that wand on the table now belongs to you. Pick it up and when you are ready, say after me: 'Venus Power, Make Up!'"
Susan hesitated only for a beat, but then with a nod of determination she approached the table and grasped the wand.
Taking a deep breath, she declared,
"Venus...! Power...!
Make-up!"
It happened with a bright spark of light. Suddenly a blinding golden light enveloped her, and for a moment she squeaked as her clothes seemed to vanish. Then golden ribbons emanated from the wand, wrapping around her and manifesting into a white leotard and an elegant orange pleated skirt. Bows formed on her chest and back, shoes laced up her feet, and white gloves trimmed in orange appeared on her arms. A chain of hearts, reminiscent of the Love-Me Chain, draped her waist.
Next, her hair grew, settling into a red bow, and an orange tiara with a golden V emblem appeared marking her as a champion of Venus, the planet of love.
As the transformation completed, and the light dimmed, her blue eyes sparkled with newfound power. Susan Bones was no more. Standing tall and proud in her place, radiant and confident, was Sailor Venus, ready to defend in the name of love and justice.
It had finally happened. The transformation aura enveloped Susan. Aryanna, breath caught in anticipation, watched as her friend shimmered into existence as Sailor Venus for the very first time. It was official. She was now a Guardian. Her Guardian!
For a few heartbeats, the two stood, Guardian and Princess, one newly transformed, and the other in her everyday attire. Aryanna gave a nod—both of gratitude for Susan's choice and her loyalty and acknowledged her sacrifice. Then, without another word, she gasped at her brooch and said her own transformation phrase:
"Moon, Prism Power!... Makeup!"
In moments, Aryanna herself transformed, taking on the ethereal guise of Sailor Moon. She smiled at the new Sailor Venus, then reached into a subspace pocket. From it, she drew a mobile phone.
"Here," she said, handing it to Venus. "Remember their purpose? Use it to contact either me or... Pluto."
Susan, brows furrowed hesitantly took the clearly muggle device and looked at Sailor Moon confused. "Pluto?"
Aryanna's grin widened. "Ah!... Right, you don't know yet. Sailor Pluto: Guardian of Change, Revolution, the Afterlife, and most notably, Time. She's the oldest of us and...at least for now the most powerful."
Susan's mouth fell open. "But I thought-"
"That I was the only Guardian?" Aryanna finished for her.
"Well...yes! That too...but..." Susan answered.
"I am...or rather, I was the only 'new' Guardian. At least until a few minutes ago. But Pluto, she's different...a relic of an era bygone. The last guardian of the ancient order."
"I...see!" Susan answered weakly. She didn't know what to think about this.
Suddenly, a brilliant flare illuminated the room, revealing the majestic figure of Sailor Pluto. "Did someone call my name?" she asked an air of mystery around her. "Greetings, Susan...or should I say Sailor Venus! I am Sailor Pluto, or as you may know me... Setsuna Potter, the last original Sailor Guardian."
Beside Pluto, a voice chimed in, "And I'm Luna, and this is Artemis." The two Mau had also made their appearance.
However, the revelations and combined stresses and surprises of the past week finally became too much for Susan, and darkness claimed her vision as she slumped to the ground.
"Think we overdid it?" Aryanna asked as she guided her friend's body safely to the ground.
"Yes!" Came the ever-reasoning voice of Luna, her feline eyes narrowing with concern.
"Maybe a bit. We should have given her more time!" Artemis added with a rueful nod.
"Ah, but where is the fun in that!" Pluto replied.
The Minister's Office, Ministry of Magic
Deep in the ministry, the grand office of the minister of magic, with its dark wooden walls adorned with moving portraits of past Ministers, echoed with an intense silence.
It was bearing witness to the last fleeting moments of one minister and the beginning of the next.
Millicent Bagnold, the outgoing minister of magic, stood gazing out of the window, her silhouette momentarily painted gold. Her mind raced: Was it just a political play, or did the world truly believe she'd lost her touch?
Only a few hours ago she had lost a vote of no confidence and in a few short minutes, her replacement would be taking over her former duties as the next minister of magic.
It really wasn't fair. After all, how could she have known that there would be a Youma attack in Diagon Alley?
She had checked and according to the department of mysteries, the Youma - she didn't even know what they were - had not been seen for...well...nobody was sure. But it was a very very long time ago. Not that it made her feel any better.
Seriously, how could she have been expected to protect her people - the witches and wizards of the magical world - from an unknown threat? She couldn't. Not really. But the bloody vultures that were her political opponents had smelled her proverbial blood and pounced on her like sharks in a feeding frenzy.
The result: she had just lost the vote and the new minister... some greenhorn of a backbencher named Fudge was now the new minister.
With a scowl and show of real anger, she hit her former desk in frustration. She knew she was unpopular with the others but it just wasn't fair, she thought again. But that was politics and now the gilded clock in the corner ticked on, marking the fleeting moments of her term in office.
She sighed as the door swung open and straightened herself up, not willing to show any further weakness in her final moments as Cornelius Fudge stepped in, his cloak rustling, his nervousness betrayed only by the slight twitch of his fingers. His bright green bowler hat was in hand, and his pinstriped cloak flowed behind him. He cleared his throat, "Millicent."
Minister Bagnold, with her strict but kind demeanor, nodded. "Cornelius," she began, a small, cold smile playing on her lips, her voice deep and resonating, "I believe congratulations are in order. Just remember, it's the unseen challenges that often bite the hardest. The office of the Minister is no light responsibility, especially now. I dearly hope you are up to the task because now more than ever we need a strong minister." It was clear from her tone of voice that she did not believe Fudge to be that man.
Fudge's facade of confidence momentarily slipped, revealing a hint of uncertainty. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. Fudge gave a dismissive chuckle. "Ah, Millicent, I've seen my fair share of challenges. Every era has its challenges. But I'm prepared. Have no fear for the new minister is here", he said with a small laugh enjoying his wordplay. "I'm sure I'll handle your...oh I'm sorry...my job perfectly."
Bagnold narrowed her eyes scowling at the arrogant man. Still, it would not do to be unprofessional even to the likes of...him.
"The Youma threat is unlike anything we've faced. You may not have the luxury of peaceful governance," she tried to warn him.
With a sigh, Fudge replied, "As I said, every era has its challenges. But we will introduce measures to ensure the safety of our people. Measures which I have no doubt will save a lot of lives."
"Oh?" Bagnold raised an eyebrow, genuinely curious. "And what might those be?"
"Well," Fudge began, clearing his throat, "for starters, we're thinking of setting a curfew for underage students. Additionally, we may consider stationing more Aurors at key locations and perhaps, a stricter vetting process for those wishing to access certain areas of the Wizarding World."
Bagnold's eyebrow raised as she considered this, then shook her head slightly. "Cornelius, while a curfew is a good step and more Aurous even more so, it won't be enough and I fear it will only cause strife with the public. People do not like being..."
Fudge held up his hand interrupting her. Attempting to maintain his dignity, he retorted, "I am well aware, Millicent. And I appreciate your advice. But it's not needed. I have everything under control."
"I fear you might be underestimating the complexity of the situation. Remember, being a Minister during peace is different from leading during a crisis." Bagnold tried again only to be interrupted once more.
"One attack is not an act of war..." Fudge said dismissing her.
"Minister..." she tried again but just like before she was interrupted.
"Thank you 'former' minister Bagnold," Fudge said stressing the former. But that will be all. You may go."
Bagnold gave him a long look, then sighed. What an insufferable man. And to think that this imbecile is the new minister. "I genuinely hope you are prepared. For the sake of us all. Remember, you won't only be battling external threats but internal politics as well." But she quickly realized that Fudge was not listening and instead was inspecting her...no...it was his desk now.
Good grief! Was he acting like a giddy schoolboy, she thought incredulously, before she shook her head in dismay and disgust. There was nothing more she could do now. As bad as it was, the snitch was now in his hands.
Seeing that she was wasting her time Bagnold nodded and without another word, she left the office. Her footsteps echoed down the corridor, leaving Fudge alone.
Her last few words before she could no longer be heard were "May Merlin help us all, because his minister will not."
Back in the office Fudge grumbled to himself, "Peace-time Minister, indeed!" "I'll show her!"
He took a deep breath, straightened his robe, and sat behind the Minister's desk, now his own. He drew out a parchment and started writing:
"Dear Lord Malfoy,
It is with utmost gratitude that I write to thank you for your invaluable assistance during the elections. The donation towards the charity ball was especially a nice touch..."
The quill danced on the parchment, inking the start of a new chapter in the annals of the Wizarding World.
Dumbledore's Office, Hogwarts, a few days later.
The vast, towering walls of the office hummed as the enchanting glow from numerous magical artifacts bathed the room, each object humming with an ancient power. The vast walls echoed softly with whispers from portraits of past headmasters, discussing, perhaps, the challenges of their times.
Seated at his desk, Albus Dumbledore, his long silver beard neatly tucked into his belt, appeared deep in thought. His fingers steepled, he gazed at his Pensieve, lost in thought while nearby, the perch next to the window was empty, Fawkes having gone out for his evening flight.
A constant name echoed in his thoughts: Aryanna Potter. The mere name stirred a medley of emotions in him: a blend of hope, regret, and concern. It had now been a few years since the shocking revelations about the Dursleys had come to light. A day he still deeply regretted. The memory of finding out about the abuse the young girl had endured still sat heavily in Dumbledore's heart.
He recollected the letter Setsuna Meioh - or as he'd come to know her since, Setsuna Potter from James' side - had sent him. The vivid memory of Setsuna Meioh's letter detailing her discovery of Aryanna was still fresh. And those potent green eyes of the young girl, once teeming with anger, later softening with gratitude upon her adoption by Setsuna, her supposed aunt.
Dumbledore sighed deeply, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts as he leaned back in his chair, tenting his fingers. How might Hogwarts shape Aryanna? What would Aryanna be like now? Would the school's challenges mold her, or had Setsuna's guardianship already set her path? Her experiences and upbringing with Setsuna would undoubtedly have an impact on her journey in the school and his plans for her would also have to be altered accordingly. He had to prepare her for her ultimate confrontation with Voldemort. He had to make sure she would be ready.
He pondered on the possible changes in her - how living with her aunt might have influenced her character, her beliefs, and most intriguingly for Dumbledore, her house affiliation. Would she be a Gryffindor like her parents, or perhaps Setsuna's influence might guide her towards Ravenclaw or even Slytherin? The possibilities were intriguing. Even a bit worrying. He could work with either but he would be lying to himself if he said he didn't prefer her to be a Gryffindor like her parents. He needed her in a certain mindset, one which only house Gryffindor could achieve. Slytherins tended to be so independent, Ravenclaws too dependent on their books, and Hufflepuff's... too reliant on others. NO...it had to be Gryffindor. But what if the hat decided differently?
His musings soon landed on the Philosopher's Stone which currently rested on the desk beside him. The test it would represent wasn't just for Aryanna; it was a test for Dumbledore himself as well. Was he ready to set another young soul on a perilous path for the greater good? If it meant the ultimate defeat of the Dark Lord...then yes. He'd do his best to make sure she would survived it, of course, but there may be no choice in the end. Was sacrificing a child for the greater good the right way to go about it?
'The needs of the many out way the needs of the one,' he thought to himself. He knew he'd happily die in a heartbeat if it meant everybody else would survive. Well... maybe not happily. But for the greater good, he'd do it. But could he expect the same from Aryanna?
The test he was setting up was to gauge the young Potter's character, her resilience, and her choices and it could still go ahead as planned, even with her aunt's influence. If anything, now more than ever, it was imperative that he understood the kind of person she had become and whether she would truly be the person to save the magical world from the Tyranny that is Voldemort.
For even now, Dumbledore knew that the Dark lord was still out there somewhere, looking for a way to return... if he had not already found one. It was only a matter of time. He was sure of it. She would have to be ready for when the time came. If a bit of hardship gave her a better chance at success, then so be it.
Suddenly his contemplative reverie was interrupted as his gaze fell on the recent Ministry notice about the unsettling event in Diagon Alley. The attack by the Youma.
What a mysterious and dangerous creature. It had sent ripples of shock and fear through the magical community. Dumbledore scanned through the advisory again, his eyebrows knitting together in concern.
He sighed, just another thing to worry about. As if Voldemort was not enough already, now there were these Youma as well. The situation was going from bad to worse and he wondered if Cornelius Fudge, the new minister, truly comprehended the depth and scale of the challenges that lay ahead of him and the rest of the magical world. From what he remembered of the Slytherin, he doubted it.
Unlike Cornelius and the others in the ministry, he knew about the Youma and how they constantly attacked the muggle world. It was part of his duties as the Chief Mugwump to keep in contact with the muggle world. As such he also knew about the Superheros... these Sailor Guardians and the other defensive groups and agencies that were the only ones who seemed to have any idea of how to effectively fight the Youma. If anything Dumbledore knew, that without Sailor Moon there may not have been a Diagon Alley to wake up to this morning.
Once again Dumbledore cursed the complacency and bigotry of the pure-blooded side of the magical world. Over the years, on multiple occasions a muggleborn had mentioned the existence of the Guardian Pluto and the monsters known as the Youma. But each time they had either been ignored or not taken seriously. Well...he hoped that was surely going to change now.
He wondered whether he could actually get one of them, these Sailor Guardians, to help out in the upcoming awareness program. Maybe Setsuna with her connections to the muggles might be able to arrange it? He'd ask her later. She seemed to know a lot more than anybody else and with her connections to the muggle world...
Well...he'd ask her later, for now, however, he had a different issue to worry about. On his desk was the newest 'idea' from the new minister which he had received by owl that morning.
It was a newspaper article that the minister was hoping to send out with the next Daily Prophet edition.
Just today Cornelius himself had asked him to take a look at a new idea he was thinking about implementing and had asked him for his opinion before allowing it to be published.
Picking up the advisory, Dumbledore's eyes scanned through it once more. It was a well-intended move, he'd give him that, but sometimes well-intended ideas were not always the best. Its effectiveness remained to be seen. The world was changing, and policies might soon need more than mere adjustments.
With a sigh, he began to re-read it once more:
Ministry Advisory - SAFETY GUIDELINES FOR UNDERAGE WITCHES AND WIZARDS POST-DIAGON ALLEY INCIDENT
By Priscilla Pettigrew
In the wake of the recent unsettling event in Diagon Alley, the Ministry of Magic, ever dedicated to the safety of our community, has put forth new guidelines for the well-being of underage witches and wizards.
While these are not strict mandates, the Ministry fervently hopes parents and guardians will heed this counsel to ensure the security of our young.
Until further notice:
Pre-Hogwarts Children:
are strongly advised not to venture beyond family property without direct adult supervision.
Young Hogwarts Students (Ages 10-14):
May venture outside but should always remain in proximity to a responsible adult, such as a parent, shop owner or older relative.
Older Hogwarts Students (Ages 15-17):
Are trusted to exercise their judgment and be mindful of their surroundings. They are not bound by the above advisories, but caution is always recommended.
Above all else all students, regardless of age, should never travel alone and are advised to remain in groups whenever possible.
Ministry spokesperson, Gwendolyn Greengrass, commented, "We trust the judgment of our young wizards and witches, as well as the guidance of their elders. These advisories are merely recommendations to foster a culture of safety."
Parents and guardians are further encouraged to have open conversations with their children about recent events, ensuring they are equipped both mentally and magically for any potential dangers.
The Ministry extends its gratitude for the community's cooperation during these testing times and reminds everyone to always prioritize safety.
After a few more moments of contemplation, Dumbledore neatly folded the advisory and placed it in a drawer.
He murmured to himself, "The tides of time spare none, least of all the young." With a sigh, he rose, looking out over the vast expanse of Hogwarts' grounds. A few minutes later he began to pace around the room his blue eyes shimmering as he contemplated the planned bold move.
Could it work?
Was it a good idea?
Maybe later...but for now...
While at first glance it seemed okay, he wasn't sure if it was feasible. At least not for now... but maybe for the long term?
Or maybe this was directly what the wizarding world needed. It all depended on how frequently the Youma would attack from now on. Only time would tell but if what he was hearing from his muggles counterparts was true then the attacks were becoming more frequent.
Since the attack in Diagon Alley there had been a few more attacks, so, as it was, the response was not unreasonable. Luckily the most recent attacks seemed to have had weaker Youma so each had ultimately been defeated. However, it had also shown how ill-equipped and underprepared the Aurors were to deal with these...'monsters'. What if another stronger attack like the one in Diagon Alley happened again? It was only a matter of time.
Dumbledore sighed. He'd give it his approval, at least for those out of Hogwarts and those visiting Hogsmeade." For better or worse, this is the card we have been dealt," he whispered, "Now, let's make the best of it."
As the last light of day faded, leaving Dumbledore in quiet contemplation, mentally preparing for the challenges of the upcoming school year.
Riddle Manor, Little Hangleton
Beneath Riddle Manor's intimidating façade, in its hidden depths, ancient stones shuddered as if sensing the malevolence at play. Dark Lady Valda de Mort, inhabiting the body she'd usurped, sapped the life force from chained muggles. Their fading cries harmonized with her incantations, and created a macabre symphony of suffering as they dwindled, becoming frail husks, as she channeled their essence into a vortex of arcane might.
Her actions weren't just born of whim. Unhappy with her Youma's continuing defeat by the hands of the so called Sailor Guardians, desperation and determination marked her every move. Hoping to even the odds and give her the edge she needed, she sought an alliance with a being that made even the dreaded Youma whisper its name cautiously.
As the final lines of the summoning chant echoed through the chamber, a spectral shade materialized as her summoning peaked. "Even diminished, the ancient being radiated an aura so potent it resonated with Valda's very soul, stirring both dread and excitement.
"Who dares summon the queen of the Negaverse?" The very air seemed to quiver with Metalia's wrath as she was summoned - half crazed, her voice weak from lack of use - from the emptiness of the void.
Valda, steeling herself, proclaimed, "I, Valda, seek your power for a mutual benefit."
Metalia's formless gaze scrutinized Valda. "Why should I, imprisoned for eons, heed a mortal's plea?"
Valda, her voice unwavering, yet knowing that one wrong word may well mean her last, responded, "Unmatched power, true immortality, and an alliance against a formidable foe. In return, freedom from your ageless chains."
There was a tangible silence. Metalia seemed to grapple with her pride and her predicament. Under normal circumstances, she would never even have considered making a deal with a lowly human, magical or not, but she was trapped, had been for millennia, and so, in the end, need won against desire. With a hiss of reluctant revulsion mixed with a tad of well hidden desperation, she spoke, "Impudent human! But perhaps... there's merit in your proposal."
Valda allowed herself a smirk. She knew at that moment she had won. Yet, unbeknownst to her, within Metalia's ancient consciousness, wheels were turning.
'This human thinks herself cunning, she believes herself safe from my wrath. That may be so...for now. But soon she'll merely be another pawn in my grand design. Once I'm free, stronger, she too will kneel before me. Maybe she'll even make an acceptable replacement for Beryl.' This sorceress would soon be but a stepping stone to her ultimate reign.
Their dark pact sealed, Valda's mind wandered to the Philosopher's Stone. She would have to find and 'convince' one of her former minions to help during this delicate time, but armed with the Philosopher's Stone and Metalia's might, the world would soon be hers."
At that very moment, Planet Pluto, The Gates of Time.
On the enigmatic planet Pluto, the precincts of the Gates of Time, usually reserved for whispers of fate, now echoed with laughter and playful banter."
"Hah, got ya... pay up!" said the voice of the youngest, Diana, as she smiled gleefully at the misfortune of her older sibling.
Her brother's avatar had just landed on her property and as such Regulus would now have to pay her rent.
Said brother groaned good-naturedly and proceeded to shove a small stack of coins towards his little sister.
Beside them, Selene, the eldest of the triplets shook her head and began to reach towards a nearby button which would roll the dice for her turn.
Suddenly the Gates, usually serene and calm began to pulsate erratically turning their playful banter into shock. Then a mighty gust suddenly began to blow through the room causing the board to blow away in the gust of wind.
Dismayed by the sudden turn of events, the game was instantly abandoned, and each of the Mau's hearts raced, as they grasped the gravity of the situation. Anomalies at the Gates meant ripples in time, dire events unfolding.
"Oh no, this is not good!" Selene said loudly, worriedly over the noise of the gust.
"We must alert Pluto!" Regulus exclaimed.
"What could it mean?" came the younger voice of Diana.
As they looked into the mirror to find out a hint of what was happening, the picture of the future rebuilt moon kingdom-to-be began to ripple and wave. Suddenly it changed from a beautiful city with a mesmerizing Silver palace into a dark forbidden fortress version of Hogwarts surrounded by a war-torn countryside... before it changed back again. This cycle repeated a few times before the mirror turned shadowy as if it could no longer make up its mind and refused to show anymore.
The future Moon Kingdom," they whispered, the weight of dread pressing heavily on their hearts, realizing the enormity of the situation.
As the Gates continued their ominous pulse, the trio felt a sinking realization:
The universe was on the brink of an unprecedented cataclysm."