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Chapter 2 - Shadows of the Past
Weeks passed, and "Luna" had slowly but surely integrated herself into the lives of the Sailor Starlights and the people of Kinmoku. Though she had no memories of her past, her natural kindness and grace endeared her to everyone she met. The people saw her as a quiet mystery, a star that had fallen from the heavens into their midst, and she began to take on the role of an unassuming but beloved guest of the palace.
Her relationship with the Starlights grew deeper with time, particularly with Seiya. It was often the small things that strengthened their bond: the evenings they spent together walking through the palace corridors, Seiya pointing out the constellations visible from Kinmoku's skies, and the shared laughter over minor mishaps, like Luna spilling tea on one of Taiki's intricate star maps. Seiya had a way of making her feel at ease, drawing her out of her introspection with his lighthearted humor and gentle reassurance. She found herself smiling more when he was around, the weight of her missing memories feeling a little lighter in his presence.
Yet, even as their friendship deepened, Luna found herself unsettled. She appreciated Seiya's warmth, his unwavering kindness, and the way he seemed to genuinely care for her. She felt comfortable with him, even happy in moments, and part of her told herself that she should feel something more—something stronger. But there was a barrier she couldn't explain, a part of her heart that felt locked away.
Sometimes, in the quiet of the night, she would wonder if this was what affection was supposed to feel like. If this easy comfort and lightness were all there was. And yet, deep within, a shadowy feeling whispered of something more—something she couldn't name or recall. It wasn't Seiya's fault. If anything, she wished she could respond to his growing affection in kind. But the hollow ache in her chest wouldn't let her.
One bright afternoon, Luna was walking in the palace gardens with Seiya. The two had grown close over the weeks, and their time together had become one of the few constants in her uncertain life. The gardens were alive with Kinmoku's vibrant flora, golden blossoms mingling with sapphire leaves, casting a dreamlike hue over the scene. Birds with iridescent feathers sang softly in the distance, their melodies blending with the gentle rustling of leaves in the warm breeze.
Luna knelt near a cluster of silver-petaled flowers, her fingers brushing the delicate blooms as if seeking comfort in their softness. She often found solace in the beauty of Kinmoku's natural world, though it also deepened the ache of her missing memories. There was something familiar in these moments of peace, but she could never grasp what it was.
Seiya stood nearby, watching her with a mixture of admiration and concern. "You've been quiet today," he said gently. "Is something bothering you?"
Luna glanced up at him, her silvery hair catching the sunlight like strands of spun starlight. She hesitated, her hands lingering on the petals of the flowers. "I don't know," she admitted, her voice soft but trembling. "I keep feeling like… like there's something missing. Something important. I wake up crying sometimes, but I don't know why. It's like my heart remembers something my mind doesn't."
Seiya walked over and crouched beside her, his gaze searching her face. "That must be hard," he said, his tone filled with quiet sympathy. "Do you think it's connected to your memories? Maybe… someone you cared about?"
Luna's expression grew pained as she nodded. "It has to be. But why can't I remember them? If they're so important, shouldn't I feel more than just this… emptiness?"
Seiya hesitated, unsure of how to comfort her. The idea of someone else holding a place in her heart—a place he quietly wished for—left him conflicted. But more than that, he hated seeing her in pain. "Maybe your memories will come back when you're ready," he said gently. "You've been through a lot, whatever it was. Sometimes the heart needs time to heal before it can open up again."
Luna gave him a faint smile, though her eyes remained troubled. "What if I never remember?" she asked, her voice trembling. "What if this part of me—this missing piece—is gone forever?"
The vulnerability in her voice stirred something deep within Seiya. He wanted to tell her that it didn't matter, that she was perfect as she was. But he knew that wouldn't ease her pain. "Even if you never remember," he said softly, "you're not alone. You have us now. You have me."
Luna looked at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. For a moment, neither of them spoke. The garden seemed to hold its breath, the sounds of nature fading into the background as they stared at each other. Seiya reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he lightly touched her cheek. "Luna," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Slowly, tentatively, he leaned in and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to her lips.
The world seemed to stand still.
For a moment, Luna didn't move. She didn't pull away, but she didn't respond either. The kiss was light and brief, a whisper of a moment that barely touched the surface. But as Seiya pulled back, searching her face for a reaction, her eyes filled with tears. A sob escaped her lips, and suddenly, she was crying—deep, heart-wrenching cries that came from a place she didn't understand.
"Luna?" Seiya asked, his voice thick with concern. "What's wrong? Did I—did I do something?"
She shook her head, her hands coming up to cover her face. "I don't know," she choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, Seiya. I just… I don't know why I'm crying."
Seiya looked stricken, his hands falling to his sides. "I'm sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to upset you. I just… I care about you, Luna."
She wiped at her tears, struggling to calm herself. "I care about you too, Seiya," she said softly, her voice trembling. "You've been so kind to me. You've made me feel safe, and I—" She faltered, her gaze dropping. "I like you. I really do. But…"
Seiya waited, his breath held as he watched her gather her thoughts. Finally, she looked back at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "But everything still feels… so unclear. My memories, my feelings… it's like I'm trapped in this fog, and I don't know which way to go. I need time, Seiya. Time to figure out who I am, what all of this means."
Her words were hesitant, but they were honest, and Seiya could see the turmoil behind them. "I understand," he said softly, though the faint crack in his voice betrayed the effort it took to hold back his emotions. "You've been through so much, Luna. I don't want to add to your confusion. I just—" He stopped himself, shaking his head with a small, rueful smile. "I just want you to know that I'm here for you. No matter what."
Her gaze softened, gratitude shining through her lingering tears. "That means a lot to me," she said quietly. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I feel so… lost sometimes. But being here, with you and Taiki and Yaten—it makes everything feel a little less heavy. Like I'm not completely alone."
"You're not," Seiya assured her, his tone gentle but firm. "You'll never be alone, Luna. Not while we're here."
Yet, as comforting as his words were, that familiar ache stirred again within her. A fleeting thought passed through her mind—a shadowy figure, vague and undefined, standing in the distance of her memory. There was no face, no voice, only a presence. It felt warm and steady, like a beacon calling her through the fog. With it came an inexplicable sense of longing that left her breathless.
She banished the thought quickly, trying to focus on Seiya's reassuring presence. "Thank you," she whispered, though her heart continued to ache with the unknown.
For a moment, her smile faltered, and Seiya noticed. "Luna?" he asked gently, his brow furrowed in concern.
She shook her head quickly, banishing the elusive image from her mind. "I'm okay," she said softly, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "I just… sometimes I feel like there's someone… out there. Someone who—" She stopped herself, unsure how to explain the unexplainable. "Never mind. It's silly."
"It's not silly," Seiya said, his tone firm yet understanding. "If you feel it, it's real. And maybe… maybe that someone is part of what you're trying to remember."
Her gaze lowered as she clasped her hands tightly in her lap. "Maybe," she whispered, though the thought brought both comfort and unease.
Seiya reached out, brushing her hand lightly with his. "You'll figure it out, Luna. Whatever it is, you'll find your way. And until then, you don't have to face it alone."
His words eased some of the tension in her chest, and she managed another faint smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I could say more. I wish I had the answers."
"You don't have to," Seiya said softly, his voice steady. "Not yet. Not until you're ready."
They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them easing into something softer, more bittersweet. Luna still felt the ache of not being able to give him more, but she also felt a strange sense of comfort knowing he would wait—patiently and without expectation.
Before either of them could say more, hurried footsteps approached. Taiki and Yaten appeared, both looking unusually tense. Yaten's normally cool demeanor was replaced by a rare urgency, and Taiki's brow was furrowed in concern.
"Seiya," Taiki said, glancing briefly at Luna before focusing on his comrade. "We need to talk. Now."
"What's wrong?" Seiya asked, standing quickly.
Yaten didn't mince words. "We just received news from the neighboring systems," he said, his voice clipped. "The Moon Princess—the ruler of the solar system's Moon Kingdom—has gone missing. She disappeared weeks ago. No one knows where she is."
Luna froze as she turned wide, tear-streaked eyes toward Yaten. "The Moon Princess?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "What… what do you mean?"
Taiki hesitated, his gaze softening as he addressed her gently. "She's a powerful figure, the heart of the Moon Kingdom's peace. Her presence keeps the balance between their worlds. If she's gone… it's dangerous. It could destabilize the entire system."
Seiya's mind raced. The timing. The silver hair. The overwhelming energy radiating from her, even in her amnesiac state. His heart sank as he dared to voice the thought aloud. "Are you saying… she could be Luna?"
Yaten frowned, his arms crossing defensively as they glanced between Seiya and the girl. "It's possible," Yaten admitted. "But there are too many inconsistencies. If she were the Moon Princess, wouldn't she have some mark? Some sign? Something to prove who she is?"
Taiki nodded, his expression serious. "The Moon Princess is said to carry the crescent moon on her forehead, a distinct symbol of her lineage. And from what we've been told, she's deeply tied to the Silver Crystal, a power that would be impossible to hide—even subconsciously."
"She doesn't have a crescent moon," Yaten added firmly. "And if she had the Silver Crystal, we would have felt it long before now. This energy of hers—it's strong, yes, but it's dormant, unfamiliar. If anything, she seems… incomplete."
Luna's hands trembled as she clutched the fabric of her dress. The name—the Moon Princess—resonated deep within her, stirring something she couldn't quite grasp. A flicker of recognition danced at the edges of her consciousness, elusive and teasing. Suddenly, her chest grew warm, as though an ember had sparked within her. It wasn't painful, but the sensation brought with it faint echoes—a phantom memory of a hand reaching for hers, the soft sound of laughter, and the lingering impression of safety.
Her fingers unconsciously moved to her chest, resting over her heart as if trying to soothe the ache. For a fleeting moment, the air around her seemed heavier, her breathing shallow as the name echoed in her mind. Moon Princess.
Yaten noticed her reaction and frowned. "You're shaking," he said, his tone softening. "Are you okay?"
Luna's tears began to fall again, her voice trembling. "I don't remember anything," she whispered. "Not my name, not my past… I can't be this princess."
Seiya's gaze softened as he turned back to her, his worry etched across his face. "But what if you are?" he asked gently. "What if this is why you feel like something's missing? Why it feels like someone's looking for you?"
Taiki interjected, his tone measured. "It's too soon to make assumptions. The Moon Princess is crucial to the balance of her system. If she's missing, the consequences could ripple across the galaxy. Rival kingdoms could exploit the chaos, alliances might fracture, and the delicate cosmic balance could shift. But we can't assume Luna is her based on fragments of possibility."
Yaten shook his head, their skepticism unyielding. "Even if she were the Moon Princess, we have no proof. Until she remembers—or until we find some sign of her identity—we can't act on conjecture. What if we're wrong? What if we send word to the Moon Kingdom and put her in even more danger?"
Seiya glanced back at Luna, his heart conflicted. He wanted to believe she wasn't Serenity—not because he didn't care, but because a part of him feared what it would mean. If she truly were the Moon Princess, then she belonged somewhere else, to a story greater than his reach. And worse, she might already belong to someone else.
Luna's tears continued to fall, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The name, the weight of it, lingered in her thoughts, leaving a deep sense of longing she couldn't explain. It wasn't just the idea of being the Moon Princess—it was the nagging feeling that if she wasn't, then why did the name resonate so deeply?
"I don't know who I am," she said softly, her voice trembling. "But I don't feel… complete. I don't feel like a princess. I don't feel like anyone."
Her words struck a chord in Seiya, who crouched beside her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don't have to figure it out right now," he said softly. "We'll help you, no matter what. Whether you're a princess or not, you're still you, Luna. And that's enough for us."
Taiki and Yaten exchanged glances, their expressions unreadable. The weight of the mystery surrounding Luna loomed large, and the uncertainty left them wary. But even as doubt clouded their thoughts, a small, unspoken part of them wondered if the girl before them truly was who they feared—and hoped—she might be.
For now, the question of her identity hung in the air, unanswered. But one thing was certain: the fragile peace of their galaxy was at risk, and whoever Luna was, she was at the center of it.