"Princess.", She called a familiar voice. Slowly she was torn from her sleep and again she found herself in a kind of black nothing.
"Where am I?" She asked automatically. Her subconscious played the same trick on her again. When she first woke up there, it didn't seem like a dream. It was more like being handcuffed to a theater seat. She stared at the strip motionless. She was now able to have a say.
"Princess. I have to warn you.", Said the voice and with a smile she spoke every single word. How she would have loved to yell at the voice that she's not the kind of person who watches reruns on television if she'd seen a good movie the night before. She no longer knew how many times she had had this dream. She was annoyed with herself when her lips said, "Who are you?" formed.
"Princess. You have to arm yourself. Danger is approaching the royal couple and the warriors."“What should I do?” As so often, she returned her focus to this film. Each time she hoped to understand a little more, and if it were even a syllable that would give her another piece of the puzzle.
"You know, princess. Go on a search."
"For what? Please tell me."
"Look for the ..."
The girl startled. Her gray pajamas were clinging to her torso. “Damn it!” She hit her mattress with her fist. "Again nothing."
She was not a very cheerful girl and apart from her three parenting officers she had little to hold onto. Too much pressure was on her shoulders and there was also blood on the 17-year-old's hands. She still felt guilty about this five years ago. When she, her foster parents and her only friends, although she used the term very rarely for these people, almost died.
She sighed, switched on her bedside lamp and rummaged in the drawer until she found her heart-shaped brooch.It was a little dusty and almost sorry for having looked after it so badly. “On the other hand,” she said, smiling a little, “it doesn't matter if you haven't used it in so long.” She sighed again, put the brooch back in the drawer and rummaged for tissues.
She didn't find any there, and she only found an empty pack in her school bag. She systematically went through all possible places in her room where she could have found some, but the system that she had built up in her mind was easily pulverized by the external chaos of her room. Of course she was aware that she had to tidy up again, but since her room and she were in a state of upheaval, there was no time for that. She smiled at the thought that she was developing into a young woman. After all, this should never have happened. She shouldn't even live, at least not with her knowledge.But she defied all dangers and now lived a completely normal life. "But how normal is it to grow from a newborn to a 12-year-old within six months?" She asked herself. She shook her head sadly and went to the bathroom to get a new pack of tissues and to rinse the sweat from her face, which was already dry when she woke up. She heard the door slam downstairs and the voice of her parents.
"An exhausting day."
"Hey, since when have you been complaining when your fans eat out of your hand?"
"Me? Oh Haruka. All the women who go to my concerts are just after you. You should have seen their faces when you disappeared from the stage after the second song."
"Did you have a nice evening?" She asked from the railing, looking down at her teachers.
"Hotaru? It's half past one in the morning. Why aren't you in bed yet?" Asked the taller one with short, light brown hair."I only woke up briefly, Papa Haruka. Don't worry."
"Did you have that dream again?" Asked the one with long turquoise hair. Despite living together for a long time, she still had not found out how much Michiru Kaio, the famous violinist, spent on this coloring.
"Yes, Mama Michiru."
"Anything new?" Asked Haruka.
"No, nothing. I'm going to go back to bed now. Good night you both."
"Good night, Hotaru."
"Sweet Dreams."
“Thank you, Papa Haruka.” She went back to her room and did what she got the handkerchiefs for. At that moment she wasted no thought on going back to sleep. Haruka's casual and derogatory tone had stirred up everything inside her.
"Why does nobody take this warning seriously anymore? When this stupid dream appeared for the first time almost two years ago, heaven and hell were set in motion to find out something. Nobody seems to care anymore," she whispered to herself, hurt.She opened her window and sat on the window sill. "OK, still nothing has happened and we haven't found any further evidence of a threat. The three of them were even in their palaces."
She wrapped her arms around her legs and put her head on her knees. She looked out at Tokyo, the city she had so often protected. “You have a nice view of Tokyo from the villa.” She sighed again. “I hope the city stays so beautiful.” Then she let her gaze wander through her room again and stuck to the last memories of her childhood. The pink plush bunny that she had received from her best friend. How much she wished that Chibi-Usa would return again. Her restless thoughts darted to what the inner warriors had told her about the future. At 21, Usagi was to give birth to her daughter and ascend the throne of Crystal Tokyo. It had been five years since Galaxia's attack, it was Usagi's birthday, but there was still no sign of pregnancy.Not to mention an accession to the throne.
Hotaru got a queasy feeling in her stomach. She was sure that the future had been changed, whether the Black Moon Clan had achieved their goal a little, or whether it was due to their future adversaries, or ... "What if this change was already part of a new threat is? "Then she shook her head, annoyed with herself. She had also thought this thought so often, even told the others about it, but neither Amy nor Setsuna had been able to find anything. Even Rey felt no danger. At some point she had asked Usagi about her thoughts about the delay.
"Don't worry, Hotaru.", She had said. "Mamoru and I will have our baby soon enough. We just don't feel up to it yet."
"But if King Endymion told you ..."
"The space-time structure has probably gotten mixed up, yes. But there is nothing to worry about."
This ended the conversation between the two of them and Hotaru's feelings of incomprehension and loneliness crept up, which also held them captive that evening.A strong wind blew through the window and drew a shiver through her body. Shivering, she got up from the window sill and closed it. She walked slowly through her room and got stuck in front of the mirror. She examined herself meticulously and felt her body. She swallowed. She knew exactly what her reflection would show her if she rolled up the sleeve of her pajamas. She did it anyway, but without looking at the mirror. She stroked her arm and anxiety grew inside her. Should she really do it?
Slowly, indecisively, she looked up and although she had been dragging this secret around with her since the end of the chaos, she was startled again. She just couldn't get used to this thing. Her arm was different in the reflection. You can see the places where her father, Doctor Souichi Tomoe, had planted alien cells to make her into a superhuman. He had also implanted a daimonei in her, theoretically killing her.She had only experienced all of this with her awakening as Sailor Saturn, whereby she and the other warriors had been sure after her awakening that Mistress Nine had completely healed her. The power of the Grail, the Silver Crystal and her own as Sailor Saturn had given her a rebirth. But Galaxia's end and the purchase of this mirror kept showing her the spots and tearing open the scars from her previous life. "What else do you want?" She asked desperately the ugly grinning face. The reflection blurred, remained foggy for a few seconds, then cleared up again to show Hotaru the face of the third person in her mind. A tall woman with very long black hair and a dark blue dress.
"Just remember me.", Mistress Nine replied with a malicious smile.
"Do you think I could ever forget you and my past? After everything you did to my father and me?""Oh poor child, are you angry with me now? Do you despise me now?"
"As always."
"That's good. Let more and more hatred in your heart and I can own you again. I can feel that you feel left alone and ignored. I think the time will soon be right."
"Shut your mouth. I'll never let you come back."
“Let me come back?” She laughed. "Oh child, how often should I explain it to you? Despite the power of the silver crystal and the grail, I am still alive. You were able to destroy the daimonei and also our body. But in your soul we are connected to one another out of unfathomable things. The only way to kill me is to kill you. But Sailor Saturn must not die, otherwise our queen has no more power. "
Hotaru made a face. Once again she had forgotten that Mistress Nine had access to all of her feelings and knowledge.
"At some point, hatred will control you, and then my time will come. Mistress Nine will return and resurrect the Death Busters."With the power of all the Sailor Crystals and the Silver Moon Crystal. "
"Yes, exactly. But until then, sleep well, will you?" Hotaru grabbed the blanket and hung it over the mirror. Then she fell on her bed. "I won't tell anyone about it. Only when the danger becomes too great will I reveal to them that Mistress Nine is still there.", She whispered to herself.
Hotaru folded his arms behind his head. Mistress Nine's words still echoed in her ears. Neither of them knew how their spirits had survived. The fact that Hotaru was reminded of her previous life every time didn't make her present any easier. Sorrowful memories of the chronic seizures, the extraterrestrial cells and their fight against the woman in the mirror. Your mother, who died in an accident. She was now sure that the Death Busters had their fingers in the game even then and staged everything