Disclaimer: I do not any Kamen Rider or Sailor Moon! Kamen Rider belongs to Shoutaro Ishinomori and Sailor Moon belongs to Naoko Takeuichi and Toei Animation as well as it was dubbed by DIC(for this is the English adaptation). The only exceptions are any Ocs in the story.

The darkness. It was a feeling all too familiar. It cascaded, surrounded, and enveloped every nook and cranny. There was no warmth, not a single glimmer he could see. Just the darkness and the cold everywhere.

Yet, he could still see them; the bright light of the sun shining over the dome of the palace, the waters splashing in the fountain, and white halls filled with tamed animals, maidens, and armed guards..

They were mere constructs in his mind, but he recognized it well. The Moon Kingdom. How long had it been since then? A year, decade, a century maybe? Too long, perhaps, but he still remembered.

He still remembered the halls. Then, there was a dead silence from the nobles who crowded around and watched him like a piece of worn jewel. He had been the spectacle of gossip among them as he was dragged in chains.

He still remembered the sounds of the little princesses. Among them, one wrapped in a red dress cried over the others dressed in green, blue, and orange. Oh, how she cried in defiance and longing as she was held back by her maid.

He still remembered the new monarchs of Earth, standing by the enormous throne that once had two. The pair looked with soft gazes of confusion and while a look of curiosity and shyness hid behind their legs.

He still remembered her face as he turned. She was in the crowds to witness the entire event she unknowingly helped bring forth.

And of course, he still remember the queen of the Moon, whose forebears had made a pact with his own. She sat atop her throne with a look of sadness and disappointment while she judged him for a crime not his own. He listened to her words, doubt wavering the power in them.

Then, everything broke apart to form little shards, scattered across his mind and into the black abyss. And as he did every other time, he sighed.

He had held onto his moral code. He remembered the happy times. He even justified his punishment, saying it was nothing more than a series of unfortunate circumstances. However, the memory would return, and the darkness would follow every single time. It was just too deep, to hurtful to forget.

So, he prepared himself for another moment, like he did every other time. This time, something else happened. Another figure was in the distant. He peered at the stranger, wondering who else was placed in this realm of limbo. The face focused, and his eyes widen.

Staring at him was her. Back then, she looked away in shame. Now, she stared right at him, the red eyes filled dead set on a goal. Her lips, opened and simply said: "It's time."

Energy filled through with the words. His eyes opened to a dim space, so dim that it was akin to the blackness he slept in. It was tight and cramp, and the door was pressed up against his face. He wanted to get out. He had to get.

With great effort, he stretched out aching arms. Doors creaked with his pained grunts, and a spark tore away at the darkness. He pushed with more force and winced at the increasing pain.

With a loud cry, he pushed.

The door flung open with a loud clash, and golden rays of lights flooded in. His armored hand shielded his sight from the pain glare above. He looked above to see the light of the morning sun shining through. He moved slowly, joy and relief flowing through him, as he stepped out of his crypt.

At last, he was free.

AN: This an overhaul of my old story Kamen Rider Nova: Reign of the Century Kings. Before, the story was nothing more than a pretentious bash fic on the Sailor Scouts, destroying needlessly. Here, I intend to fix my mistakes and make enough changes that respects the SM franchise.

Soon, I plan to upload this story, replacing the old story. I hope this will be to your liking.

Raika out.