The inspiration for this story comes from Nikki Purvis, aka Jet Wolf,
who inadvertantly caused me to become obsessed with a certain classic
series of anime.

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    "Momma?"

    The greenish-blonde haired woman turned to look at her youngest 
daughter.  Her strange child, who had inheirited neither her father's 
bluish black hair, nor her mother's tones, but seemed to combine them 
both, in her black hair with its green highlights.

    "Yes, Perse?" she replied gently.

    The thirteen year old girl seemd to stare at the ground for a long 
moment.  "Where did we come from?" she finally asked, not lifting her 
eyes.

    Her mother's brow creased in an unaccustomed frown.  "I thought I had 
explained it to you a while ago?"

    "You did ... but I'd like to hear it again, because I've been thinking 
about some things ..."

    Her mother sighed ruefully.  That was another thing she couldn't 
figure out -- where the girl had gotten her strange curiousity that led to 
her poking into everything.  Ancestors knew, neither she nor her mate had 
given it to her.

    "A long time ago, before you were born ... your mama lived up among 
the stars.  But there was a war among the stars, and eventually your mama 
came to hide here, on this world."  Her voice caught, and it was all she 
could do to not start crying as furiously as she had in the first few 
hours after she had realized what had happened to her.  How she had been 
tricked.  "A lot of people ... heroes ... gave up everything so that your 
mama and your papa could be safe, here.  Someday, when you're older, I'll 
tell you their names."  <If I remember them.  So much I have already 
forgotten.  How can I have forgotten *their* names, ancestors?>

    "But anyway, it was on this world that I met your papa.  Actually, I 
met him on the moon, and we came here only a little while after that.  And 
then ... after we figured out some things ... your brother Patty was born, 
and soon after your sister Rabby.  And then, a few months after the bright 
starfall, you were born.  And ... that's it, really."

    Her youngest daughter lifted her head to look at her with those red 
eyes that reminded her so much of ... somebody.  "There's more that you're 
not telling me, isn't there?" she asked ... no, it was more like an 
accusation.

    "Well ..."  She started to press her fingers together.  "There's a lot 
of things that you wouldn't understand because you've never seen them, and 
I don't really know how to explain them ... but that really is honestly 
the heart of the story."

    Her daughter nodded and went back to looking at the ground.  Her 
mother realized that she hadn't asked what her daughter was thinking 
about.  She did so.

    "Do you remember ... what happened a while back?  When Rabby started
to ... bleed?"

    Her mother blinked.  And then she saw all.  "You mean that you've ..."

    Her daughter nodded once, quickly.

    "Oh my."

    That was when her daughter began to cry.  And so her mother did the 
only thing that she knew to do.  She held open her arms, let her youngest 
child snuggled into her embrace, and began to sing a song she had sung to 
her children very often over the years.

    	"Cosmic child ...
    	Cosmic child ...
	Looking for shining stars
	So wonderful tonight ..."


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    Whence came Pluto?

    She was present at the very beginning of the Silver Millenium, and the 
legends of the Nine have vague legends of a green-haired "warrior of 
magic" who appeared in moments of dire peril to aid the forces of 
righteousness (such as they were, before the Enlightenment of Serenity) 
against those who served the Elder Darkness.

    It is truly a sad thing that we, the Chroniclers of Her Majesty's 
Court, must admit that we are unable to determine the background of an 
individual who is a public figure -- although a seldom seen public figure, 
to be sure.  One would think that we could simply ask her.

    And we intended to, but on the day we arrived at the intention, a 
letter arrived for us, which text, with the kind permission of its author, 
we have included herein.

         "Don't.  It will open up more cans of worms than you're
         ready to deal with."

         Pluto.

    Who are we to argue with her Ladyship?

                             from "The Official Chronicles of the Court of 
                             Serenity, Queen of the Kingdom of the Moon,
                             Overlord of the Silver Millenium Alliance,"
                             compiled Queen's Year 854.

    "I'm older than you are, Endymion.  A great deal older.  And that's 
all I'm going to say.

                             Pluto, when asked.


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    	Sailor Moon was created by Naoko Takeuchi, and brought to North 
America by DiC.  Gall Force was created by Hideki Kakinuma, and brought to
North  America by Central Park Media.  The song "Cosmic Child" was written
and performed by Takaro Shirai.  This story, while incorporating aspects
of these films and song held under copyright by others, is copyright 1996
by Chris Davies.

    	Nobody sue me, okay?

Chris Davies, Advocate for Darkness, Part-Time Champion of Light.
"I am not a very nice person anymore." - Rand al'Thor, "Crown of Swords"
http://www.ualberta.ca/~cdavies/hmpage.html