Okay, finished reformatting this, line by line. Only took a
few hours. :) I've also revised it slightly from the
original, so if you read it the first time around, you'll
see some minor changes.
Hope you enjoy.
Sailors Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus, Uranus, Neptune, and
Pluto, as well as Luna, Artemis, and Tuxedo Kamen appear because it
wouldn't be a BSSM Fanfic without them, even though I have no legal
rights to tell them where and when they need to hop into their fukus
(or suitcoats). Any original characters noted, I would rather not see
making cameos unless someone asks. There's very little chance I'll
say no, so just ask first. ;-)
Dialogue will be spoken by the characters in American and Japanese,
though mostly in the latter language. To differentiate, I'm sticking
with a system that I plan on using for all my Fanfics.
"Spoken in Japanese."
"/Spoken in American./"
This takes place after Sailor Moon S (anime), though with a minor
change. I know Chibi Usa is around at this time, but I can't stand
the pink-haired soccer ball, so she will be staying in Crystal Tokyo.
Indefinitely.
Sailor Moon : Eclipse Saga
Chapter 1 : New Beginnings
"/Is it finally time? Are we going to see these Sailor Senshi
that we've heard so much about recently?/" The woman speaking was
leaning her head against the chest of the man sitting next to her on
the plane, her shoulder length auburn hair framing the milk-white skin
of her face. The emerald eyes that gazed up at him contained both
wonderment and affection within, seeing past the hard features of his
stern face.
The man looked down at her, raising his left hand under her chin,
a wedding band catching the sunlight filtering in through the window
to his left. The goatee of dark brown hair, bespeckled with red
highlights, enhanced the deep brown of his eyes, which looked upon his
companion with a gentle ease that contradicted the hard jawline and
tanned, weatherworn skin of his hands and face.
"/Soon, my beloved. Soon the Senshi shall know us, and all they
have known shall be forever altered./"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Usagi sat down on the temple steps, her circle of friends staring
in slight shock. In all the time they had known her, it was still a
minor miracle that the leader of the Senshi actually arrived on time
for a meeting.
"Well, since Usagi has somehow managed to get here on time,
instead of three hours late like usual," Rei smirked at her friend,
eliciting a tongue stuck out at the priestess, "we can start the
meeting to discuss the recent lull in activity."
"I for one happen to be enjoying some time off. Was it just me,
or did all that constant fighting seem to be ruining everyone's dates?
Canceling at the last minute, trying to come up with excuses..."
Makoto drew back slightly from the multiple stares of incredulousness
she garnered from her words. "What?"
Minako was the first one to find her voice. "How in the world did
you even manage to find time to set up dates? I must have tried a
dozen times..." Minako stopped in mid-sentence as the stares shifted
from Makoto to herself, even getting a raised eyebrow from Mako-chan
in the process.
Blinking twice, then clearing her throat, Ami chimed in. "Without
any threat at this time, we have a number of options. The two most
immediate ones that come to mind are to either continue to train in
our spare time, or to take a short vacation... sort of a sabbatical,
if you will."
Usagi perked up at the mention of a vacation, and was the first to
respond in any fashion. "Vacation! Vacation, vacation, vacation! I
just want to be a normal teenage girl, at least for a month."
Rei was about to complain, but thought it over for a second. She
had to admit, their lives had been rather hectic since they took on
the duties of the Sailor Senshi. A little time off might actually
ease tension on the team, not to mention give her a chance to work on
some new songs. "I hate to say it, but I agree with dumpling-head
here. I second the motion. One month vacation, to get our personal
lives in order. All in favor?" The immediate chorus of "Aye" that
greeted the Senshi of Fire left little doubt that everyone was ready
for some time off.
"Sounds good! In that case, see you guys at school Monday."
Makoto, not bothering to wait for a response, simply stood up and left
the temple, sprinting to the front gates and vaulting the wall with
practiced ease.
"Gee, her Senshi skills don't seem to be overlapping into her
normal life." Minako's voice dripped with sarcasm, and she realized
she had probably spent more time as Sailor Venus in the last year than
as Minako. Usagi, somehow, had allowed one of those pearls of wisdom
to come forth that she uttered once in a great while. A month wasn't
so long, and she had to admit that the prospect of being able to enjoy
a spring day without worrying about her communicator chiming in to
interrupt it sounded damn good. Deciding there was nothing else
really to be said on the issue, Minako stood up, straightened out the
crease of her skirt, and walked out the gates of the temple, waving
back to her friends as she left.
Ami started to say something, then decided against it. After all,
the time off would give her a chance to actually attend the Astronomy
class at Tokyo University she had signed up and paid for starting
Tuesday. She stood, waved to Usagi and Rei, and left just a few
moments after Minako.
Usagi and Rei stared at each other for a few moments, noticing
that they were the only two left at the "meeting." Rei, dazed by how
quickly it had all transpired, was brought out of her trance by a
rather peculiar query from the blonde seated nearby.
"So, wanna go get some ice cream?"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"/No danger, no Senshi. Hmmm. This could prove to be a minor
setback./" The gentleman, dressed in a black pinstripe Armani, looked
out over Tokyo from the balcony of his condo, just outside the second
floor master bedroom. He stood just shy of two meters in height, his
broad shoulders looking as though they barely fit through the sliding
doors to the bedroom. "/I had hoped to see them in action prior to...
introducing ourselves, to assess how powerful they are./"
A slender arm encircled his waist from his right side, as the
woman, dressed in a strapless emerald green evening gown, glided up
behind him to rest her head on the back of his shoulders. She was
approximately twenty centimeters shorter than her husband, but her
lithe form contrasted his stocky build so as to make her look that
much more demure. Her arms were athletic, though, lending an air of
misjudgment to any who took her appearance at base value.
"/Don't give it another thought. They'll turn up soon enough./"
The rays of the setting sun glinted off a white gold necklace adorned
with three small emeralds, each offset by a slightly smaller diamond
on either side, as her husband brought her around to face him. "/But
for tonight, you promised me dinner at an elegant restaurant, and I
expect you to come through./"
He smiled gently at her, tilting his head to bring his lips to
hers. "/For you, my heart, I would bring down the Moon itself./"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Ami Mizuno had just experienced the most unusual week of her young
life. At no time had her communicator beeped. Her powers had not
been needed to be called upon to defeat a youma or other threat. The
most action her pocket computer had seen was to keep her appointments
organized. It was currently Friday, and she was on her way to the
Astronomy class that was supposed to have been on Tuesdays and
Thursdays. Due to a scheduling error, the room was already occupied
on Thursday, so the second day was rescheduled for the same time
Friday.
The class was full, though not overbearingly crowded. There were
still a few chairs open, so it was possible to move a little to get a
better position to see the boards. As Ami went to take a seat in the
front row, she noticed a young Caucasian woman seated in the fifth
row. She seemed to have a better vantage point from the slight
elevation that row offered, so Ami decided to take a seat there.
Having gained some control over her excessive shyness in her time with
the Senshi, the blue-haired girl decided to strike up a conversation
in the few minutes before class began.
"/Excuse me. Is this seat taken?/"
"/Nope. Feel free to... whoa. Nice hair./" The woman had been
more than a little taken aback by Ami's blue hair, and the amused
shock in her eyes reflected it. "Dye job?"
Ami shook her head, the short blue tresses moving slightly, as if
unconsciously wanting to prove its validity by exposing the roots.
"All natural. Must seem kinda strange to someone from America, huh?"
"Not really. I've lived in Los Angeles or San Francisco most of my
life. One color hair, no matter what pigmentation, isn't all that
unusual to see." The woman offered a genuine smile, then looked as
the professor began to take his place at the front of the auditorium.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Mizuno Ami." She extended her hand out in greeting towards the
American woman with the auburn hair, whom she noted spoke Japanese
quite fluently. "And you?"
The woman gave a firm handshake, grinning at the first friend she
had made in Tokyo since landing more than a week ago.
"Heather. Heather Darricon."
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Mamoru Chiba walked into the freestyle martial arts dojo he had
been a member of for the past six years, though his dual life as
Tuxedo Kamen had impaired the amount of practice he was able to get
in. On the other hand, the job of guarding Sailor Moon had given him
some moves he otherwise never would have needed to come up with. He
scanned the room's faces, noting both familiar and new people. He
strolled up to a man in a white gi overlooking the men and women
gathered on the mats.
"Konnichi wa, Sensei. I beg forgiveness for not attending more
regularly." Mamoru gave a deep formal bow, meeting the gaze that was
directed his way from the gentleman standing before him.
"Bwahahaha! You know, if I didn't know you better, I'd swear you
were almost sincere, Chiba-san." The man extended his hand, and it
was quickly met by Mamoru's. "So, where have you been? I've had a new
addition to the freestyle class that might actually be a challenge for
you."
"You know me, Takana-san, always doing something." Mamoru noted
something in the way his friend had said "addition" that concerned
him. "So, which one has you worried?"
The older gentleman pointed across the room to a Caucasian man
with dark brown hair and goatee dressed in a black gi. "He's the real
concern. For a gaijin, he's unbelievable. Speed to make you blink
twice, and hits with the force of a runaway mag-rail train. He
accidentally cracked the concrete flooring the other day during a
brick breaking competition we were having. The good news is, he won't
go full-out against a sparring partner. Barely even breaks a sweat
before they give up."
Mamoru looked the American over, noting that he had set up a dozen
bricks to break. While the feat in and of itself was not easy, a
twist had been added. The concrete slabs were arranged on their side,
supported by boards underneath and above, with slots carved into them
to steady the bricks. Such a feat was incredibly difficult to
perform, even for the most skilled masters.
Takana drew in a slow breath as he saw the man in the black gi
draw back his arm to strike, attempting to gain awareness as to the
gaijin's level of concentration. In the next instant, he saw a blur
of motion as the man's right arm flew through every brick, depositing
a mound of dust on the end of the lower board. Each of the bricks was
approximately three centimeters smaller, the path of his hand striking
clean and with little crumbling. The others in the class, taking note
of the feat, applauded the skill which had just been demonstrated.
"Now, if he used that kind of skill against an opponent in here,
or even in competition, maybe I could draw some extra business over
and retire early." Takana clapped Mamoru on the shoulder, a plan in
his mind. "With those fancy moves of yours, maybe you can offer the
challenge he's looking for. Up to giving it a try?"
A little concerned, but also intrigued, Mamoru decided to cast his
fate to the wind. "Sure. I mean, the worse that could possibly
happen is that he gets so pissed off he kills me, right? No real
risk." Looking into the sudden concern displayed on the face of his
sensei, the bodyguard of Sailor Moon attempted to assuage the fear
there. "If he's as good as you say he is, he may be at a level where
he doesn't get angry during sparring. I'll be fine."
"Okay, let me set this up. I'm sure everyone will want to watch
this."
A few minutes later, Mamoru took to the mat in a black gi, a red
rose embroidered onto the back where the school would normally be. It
was a declaration of independence, stating that he had been self-
taught. Several of the others in the class could attest to his skill
level, having sparred against Mamoru on one occasion or another. A
few of the older students had even witnessed him defeating the Sensei
a number of times, with the frequency increasing over the last few
months.
His opponent had changed out of his gi, preferring to spar against
an opponent in plain, pocketless black sweat shorts, showing that he
brought nothing to the ring save his skill. His chest and arms were
well muscled, and his legs were as thick as small pillars. A tiny
Kanji symbol could be seen on the left hip, although no one had ever
been able to figure out exactly what it was, despite numerous attempts
to get a closer look during bouts.
"Chiba Mamoru, may I introduce Darricon Xavier. He has agreed to
spar with you, on the condition that you allow him to fight in the
outfit he has chosen."
"/No problem. You ready?/" Mamoru decided now would also be a
good time to brush up on his American, since he hadn't seen much use
for it since completing high school years ago.
"Yup. Full-out or half-strength, your choice." Xavier didn't
like to hurt people, not at least without a valid reason. He had just
met this man, and knowing neither how skilled or how fast he was,
gave his standard offer to go easy.
"/Full-out. Show me what you got./"
"Okay, just remember -- you asked for it."
Takana stepped up in-between the two, raising his hands to stave
off the beginning of combat. "The bout will continue until one of you
gives up. No cheap moves will be tolerated. This is freestyle
martial arts, not Ultimate Combat." Taking a few steps back while
keeping his right hand at waist height in front of himself, Takana
watched the muscles tense in both opponents. "Begin!"
Mamoru lunged forward with his right hand extended, attempting to
discern the level of defensive skill his opponent possessed. Feinting
to the right, Xavier brought his left palm to bear in Mamoru's exposed
stomach. Expecting a reaction along these lines, Sailor Moon's
Guardian grabbed the outstretched wrist with his unoccupied hand.
Shifting his weight to his back foot, Mamoru leaned back to throw his
opponent behind him, bracing his right foot in Xavier's washboard
stomach. Seeing that he was about to go for a ride, Xavier locked his
right leg with Mamoru's, and leaned hard to the right. As the
combatants came down, a loud crack could be discerned, followed by an
ear-piercing scream from Mamoru.
Takana ran to the ring, looking down at the broken femur
protruding from the right leg of his friend while blood began to pool
on the mat. Reacting on a mind trained to deal with emergency
situations, he wheeled about and addressed the other members of the
dojo.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Someone call an ambulance!"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Usagi had been waiting at the restaurant for nearly half an hour,
which was very strange, considering that Mamo-chan was supposed to
meet her there for dinner twenty minutes ago. Though she felt that
Senshi business sometimes could wait just a few moments longer some
days, Usagi felt that maximizing her time with Mamoru was worth
overcoming her normally lax attitude to punctuality. She was
considering calling his apartment when a sound unheard for several
days emanated from the small purse she carried.
Glancing around to see if anyone was nearby, Usagi drew out her
Senshi communicator, seeing Sailor Mars' face upon activating the
device.
"Bad news, Usagi. Looks like we're not going to get that month
off you suggested last week. Something big and nasty just decided to
start destroying the financial district for some unknown reason." Rei
was visibly perspiring, as though she was getting a hell of a workout.
"I tried to solo it at first, so everyone else could enjoy this last
day of rest. The fight escalated, and the next thing I know, Neptune,
Uranus, and Pluto are giving me an assist. As it stands now, you're
the only Senshi not present. We could use your help on this one,
dumpling-head."
Usagi sighed, consigning herself to the fact that her vacation was
officially over. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can. Let me leave
a note for Mamo-chan for when he arrives."
"He's not there? Damn. I was kind of hoping he could tag along,
too. Oh well, get here ASAP. We... what th--?!"
Usagi was suddenly cut off from her friend, the communicator
screen displaying nothing but snow. "Mamo-chan will be able to find
me whether I leave him a note or not," Usagi thought to herself as she
left the restaurant. Grasping the Ginzuishou, she spoke the words
that transformed her into Sailor Moon.
"Moon Cosmic Power, Make Up!"
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"Chiba-san, I'm really sorry about the leg. I guess I shifted my
weight the wrong way after you lifted me up." Xavier was standing
next to the hospital bed Chiba Mamoru was currently resting in.
Surgical measures had been taken to reset the bone and close the torn
muscle and skin, and he was only recently out of the operating room.
"Not your fault." The reply was weak, more from the painkillers
than from exhaustion. "I knew the risks, just not used to feeling
them, that's all. And call me Mamoru."
"Okay. Listen, tell you what. Let me make it up to you after you
get out of this place. Dinner, my treat? You can meet my wife."
Xavier managed a smile at the placated young man in front of him.
"But bring a date, otherwise she might try to fix you up with someone
walking through the restaurant."
A small chuckle started to rise from Mamoru's throat, but the
shaking began to cause him pain in his leg. "Sounds fair. I'll bring
my girlfr--" As his connection to Usagi warned him that she was in
danger, a sharp beeping noise went off from somewhere near Xavier. He
caught the gentleman gazing down at a pager on his hip.
"Hmmm... speak of the devil, and she shall call. Listen, there's
something I have to go take care of. Let me leave you the number of
the place we're staying at, and you give me a call when you're up and
about." As he drew pen and a small slip of paper from his jacket
pocket, a wry grin spread across his face. "Or call if you feel like
getting in a couple of shots at my head for doing such a damned fool
thing to you in the first place."
Mamoru met the grin with one of his own. "I might just do that."
The grin was quickly replaced by a grimace of pain. "Oh, no. Dinner.
I was supposed to meet her twenty minutes ago."
"Hoo-boy. Well, when she tracks you down to kill you, at least
you'll be able to receive immediate medical attention."
Xavier never heard the pillow strike the door to the room as it
shut behind him.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Sailor Moon arrived to see something she definitely did not
approve of. Sailors Mercury and Venus were lying against buildings,
apparently unconscious but still alive. Further down the street,
sounds of fighting could be heard. Heading off, she came upon Pluto
and Neptune attempting to draw the attention of a massive, grey-green,
spherical form. It had two very long tentacles coming from opposing
sides, and short legs which looked like tree stumps. If it had a
face, Usagi was sure she didn't need to see it.
Breaking the almost hypnotic hold this abomination had on her,
Sailor Moon was about to launch into her speech when Uranus came at
the creature from its apparent blind side.
"World... SHAKING!!!"
The concussive blast ripped across the street, plowing into the
beast and raising a large dust cloud. Uranus kept moving, as if she
felt that her tactic would only result in redirecting the creature's
attention. Usagi watched in horror as she learned that Haruka's
assumptions were correct. A tentacle snaked out of the dust cloud,
collapsing the store front where Sailor Uranus had been mere moments
before. A voice calling out to her prompted the leader of the Senshi
into motion as well.
"Sailor Moon! It's about time!" Sailor Mars was nursing a broken
left arm, the discoloration denoting multiple fractures. Jupiter was
behind her, taking a moment to catch her breath. Her uniform was
shredded at her stomach, and a deep cut was visible through a blood-
soaked tourniquet made from the pink bow normally adorning her chest.
"We could really use some combined firepower here. Only problem is,
Jupiter is the only one of the Inner Senshi still able to fight, and
barely at that."
"Hey, I can... <cough> still kick that thing's ass." Jupiter was
coughing up a little blood, the color drained from her face. Her
voice was weak, and it seemed as though only determination not to give
in was keeping her standing. "If we can all strike at the same time,
we may... <cough> be able to drop it enough for Sailor Moon to finish
it off."
Sailors Pluto and Uranus sliced into the back of the creature with
stave and sword, respectively, attempting to draw its attention from
where it had Neptune cornered. The orb whirled about, throwing
Michiru into a nearby group of hedges on the backswing of its flailing
appendage. It was about to charge the two Senshi that had wounded it,
when it turned slowly, as though it sensed a presence and was
attempting to view it with its blank face.
Sailor Moon felt a vague... something, and turned to see what it
was. Nearly half a kilometer away, two figures stood perched upon a
rooftop. The taller one, a man by his build, had a blue-white ball of
fire encircling his right hand. He wore black clothing, which seemed
to absorb the light shed by the flames. The second figure was
shorter, and petite from what little light escaped the enveloping
clothes. Although it was difficult to see, two small, white-gold orbs
seemed to be floating just above an upturned left palm. The hand
rose up to the face, and Usagi, as well as the other Senshi, could now
see the face of a beautiful young woman with auburn hair. They
watched as she drew in a breath, then exhaled, sending the two small
globes outward, seemingly at the speed of light.
The two small globes went directly to Mars and Jupiter, striking
broken arm and stomach wound, respectively. The girls screamed, as a
sensation of tens of thousands of sewing needles pricked at the
injuries for a few seconds, and just as quickly, subsided. Mars
looked to her left arm, which no longer caused her pain of any kind.
In fact, it felt as good as new. Looking to Makoto, she took note
that not only had the bleeding stopped, but it looked as though there
had never even been a wound.
Sailor Moon had never taken her eyes off the mysterious man with
the flaming hand. She saw him pull back his arm, and bring it forward
with great intensity, unleashing a jet of flame towards them. Usagi
stood transfixed as the incendiary projectile hurtled towards where
she was, dipped to the ground at her feet, then slammed into the
center of the spherical creature, lifting it off the ground. It flew
about five meters up and ten meters back before landing on a parked
car, setting off the alarm.
The blaring noise snapped the leader of the Senshi back to the
matter at hand, and drawing out the Spiral Heart Moon Rod, prepared to
dispatch the thing. It rolled off the car, standing on its short,
stubby legs. Setsuna raised an eyebrow to the creature, noting that
it now had a large, smoking hole in the middle of its body. She
didn't have long to stare, as Sailor Moon released her power, crying
out as she did so.
"Moon Spiral Heart Attack!"
The creature began to dissolve, eventually forming a small puddle
of gelatinous, grey-green ooze. Sailor Mars, unwilling to take a
chance, directed a Burning Mandala at the puddle, and an acrid smell
wafted through the air as the last of the thing bubbled into vapor.
The Senshi, gathering their unconscious comrades, looked back to
where their unknown benefactors had stood. There was no trace of them
now. Sailor Jupiter was the first to speak up.
"Well, it looks like we've got some new players in the game. But,
if they were here to help, why didn't they stick around?"
"Why doesn't Tuxedo Kamen? It's because he is a Guardian, and
once the danger is passed, he is no longer obligated to stay." Sailor
Pluto delivered a thoughtful stare to where the two people had been.
"So... the Final Act has resumed."
Usagi turned to the eldest Senshi among them, her face revealing
her puzzled state of mind over the last set of comments delivered.
"What do you mean by 'Guardian'? That his only purpose in all of this
is to watch over me?"
"We can ponder on it later. We need to get these three to a place
they can heal. I doubt this was simply a one-shot deal." Rei was
already trying to devise a strategy for the next encounter with this
powerful, new type of creature. Doubtless, the Outer Senshi would pay
her no heed, but the Inner were most powerful when they joined forces.
"There's probably more where that one came from."
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
"It would seem, beloved, that the Senshi required external aid in
order to emerge victorious this day." Heather Darricon looked
resplendent in a green cashmere sweater and white jeans, sitting on
the side of the bed in her apartment. "Are you sure all the reports
about their strength was correct?"
"My source said that the Senshi were more powerful than they had
been in the past, though he couldn't gauge just how strong. Anyway,
Sailor Moon was also late arriving on the scene." Xavier paced about
the room a while, stopping at this point to kneel in front of his
wife, resting his arms gently upon her thighs. "Uncoordinated, the
Senshi are like any other group of soldiers, relying solely on
instinct to survive. With leadership, they work as a team, not only
as something conducive to a longer lifespan, but in the defense of all
life.
"It is this aspect that we have to examine closer. Fighting the
creature, they all still attempted to stop it, even as broken and
bloodied as Mars and Jupiter were." Xavier stood, walking out to the
terrace to look upon the city. "I need to go to the hospital
tomorrow, to check on that Mamoru fellow whose leg I accidentally
managed to break."
"I'll come with." Heather glided towards her husband as he turned
to grasp her in his embrace. "We can always take a picnic lunch to
the park afterwards. The weatherman was calling for glorious skies
for the next few days."
Smiling down at the woman he loved, Xavier smiled. "Sounds
wonderful. Now, what can we do to work off this extra energy we have
tonight?"
Heather gave him a wicked grin as she pulled him back into the
apartment, dragging him towards the bed.
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
Artemis paced back and forth across the foot of Usagi's bed,
processing the information relayed to him about the battle which had
taken place earlier that night. "And you're absolutely sure the woman
looked like she might have been in a Senshi fuku?"
"Well, I didn't get a good look, but you could check with either
Rei or Mako-chan." Usagi blushed slightly before continuing on. "I
was, um, watching the guy with her."
Artemis padded onto Usagi's crossed legs, sternly looking into her
face. "You said his clothing seemed to absorb the light around him?"
"Yes. What's all this about, anyway?"
Artemis sighed, hopping off the bed and over to the window to
stare out at the waxing crescent moon in the sky. Lowering his head,
he turned to face Luna and Usagi. "There are secrets that were buried
at the end of the Silver Millennium, and I promised that I would never
speak of them. With the Moon Kingdom more of fairy tale than fact,
though, I suppose I can unburden a few from my mind."
Luna gave the white cat a look of confusion before speaking.
"Artemis, what are you talking about? What secrets?"
Returning his gaze to the moon, seemingly seeking permission,
Artemis continued. "It seems that a couple from the Moon Kingdom also
got caught in the effect Queen Serenity unleashed. The man is
possibly the greatest warrior of the Kingdom, and the woman is the
Last Senshi."
Usagi's eyes went wide in shock. "Another Senshi? I thought we
ran out of planets already!"
"No, there was another, though she didn't make her first
appearance until the final battle. But to explain everything, I need
first to tell you of the Twilight Guardians."
(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)
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