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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;Decisions.&amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;*&amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The&lt;br /&gt;
entire galaxy was falling apart. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Yes,&lt;br /&gt;
Serenity V nodded to herself quietly, her body-being aged over thousands of&lt;br /&gt;
years-was withering away slowly, and she knew it. There was no way she could&lt;br /&gt;
prevent herself from this fact. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The&lt;br /&gt;
idea of death had been a scary thought in the beginning of her life. Time and&lt;br /&gt;
time again, when fighting the Shitennou, and Beryl, she was afraid of dying,&lt;br /&gt;
even though her friends had made the sacrifice. When she discovered the dark&lt;br /&gt;
tree, she was afraid of dying. When fighting the Dark Moon Kingdom, she was&lt;br /&gt;
afraid of dying. When fighting the Death busters, she was afraid she would die.&lt;br /&gt;
When saving Hotaru, she was afraid she would die, and the world would die with&lt;br /&gt;
her. When fighting the Dream Circus, she was afraid of dying. When fighting the&lt;br /&gt;
Animates and Galaxia, and even being within the Sailor Cauldron, she had been&lt;br /&gt;
afraid. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;And&lt;br /&gt;
now, it was time for her to die. Not within a war, or in battle, but rather on&lt;br /&gt;
a bed of old age with everyone waiting on her. There was a war, and she&lt;br /&gt;
couldn’t do anything to stop it. But, nothing lasted forever. Everything had to&lt;br /&gt;
die at some point, and almost everyone had to come to terms with this.&amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt;
everyone, that is, and Serenity V wasn’t just &amp;lt;i&amp;gt;anyone&amp;lt;/i&amp;gt;.&amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;She&lt;br /&gt;
was this galaxy’s savior. She had to protect everyone. The past seven thousand&lt;br /&gt;
years she had watched these people age, live, grow, and almost recess. It had&lt;br /&gt;
disturbed her for so long, and now…&amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Now,&lt;br /&gt;
she held the burden of decision. Life and death both rested upon her shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;
like a burden. Either she could let herself die, and let the people, Crystal&lt;br /&gt;
Tokyo, this Galaxy…all of it just shatter…. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;The&lt;br /&gt;
idea expanded in her mind, and she opened her eyes for a moment, feeling her&lt;br /&gt;
fatigued body almost reaching its end, and looked around. There, thousands were&lt;br /&gt;
bowing to their lady, all of them more than willing to make the ultimate&lt;br /&gt;
sacrifice for her. She closed her eyes again, now letting herself think. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoNormal&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='color:#3366FF'&amp;gt;&amp;lt;span style='mso-tab-count:1'&amp;gt;            &amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;Her&lt;br /&gt;
seven thousand years on this planet had been wonderful. Being given the gift of&lt;br /&gt;
Sailor Moon, and yet it was also her true burden. She could never live a normal&lt;br /&gt;
life, like her childhood friend Naru, and her entire lifespan had been&lt;br /&gt;
predetermined and told to her millennia before it had happened. She let out a&lt;br /&gt;
sigh. &amp;lt;o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/o:p&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/span&amp;gt;&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;And yet, at the same time, this Galaxy was well&lt;br /&gt;
worth the mass. She had sacrificed a possible nice little life to become the&lt;br /&gt;
Queen of Neo-Tokyo. She had sacrificed her teenage years to defending her&lt;br /&gt;
world, her solar system, and this entire galaxy. She knew her fate, and that&lt;br /&gt;
was fine.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Now, this was the end of her life, every second was&lt;br /&gt;
drawing to a close, and she was burdened with a decision. She could let her&lt;br /&gt;
final page be written, and let her body wither away, being remembered as the&lt;br /&gt;
one who started it all…&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Or the legacy could continue. Many had all agreed,&lt;br /&gt;
that without their dear queen, the galaxy would disintegrate, and there would&lt;br /&gt;
be no hope. She shook, her breaths becoming shallow and her heart moving at a&lt;br /&gt;
much slower pace. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;This was the end.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She had to make her decision.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;“Serenity-sama, we need you!”&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;The withered Aino Minako, Princess of Venus, had&lt;br /&gt;
approached, her long hair now almost a silvery white, the red bow still there,&lt;br /&gt;
though barely holding to the thin hair of the elder woman. She, the senshi that&lt;br /&gt;
had escaped Neo-Tokyo, was now at her mercy, along with the rest of the galaxy.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Everyone depended on her, now. It wasn’t just her&lt;br /&gt;
friends, or her enemies, or her comrades. It was a whole Galaxy. Thousands of&lt;br /&gt;
people depended on Queen Serenity V to save them, or else they knew there would&lt;br /&gt;
be no hope. Perhaps if she died they would give up the will to live, and then&lt;br /&gt;
the Galaxy would be in ruins.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She made her decision, as she sat up, and looked&lt;br /&gt;
upon the court of offerings. Thousands of people stood, all willing to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;
their life for her. She took a very shaky breath, and looked upon each person.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Anyone would think that she would have chosen her&lt;br /&gt;
court of inner senshi. The group had enough power in itself to save the galaxy,&lt;br /&gt;
and she had known them all well enough. It could be that with the fall of her&lt;br /&gt;
personal court could be the rise of the savior. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;But all of Serenity’s personal court had grown&lt;br /&gt;
withered with age, just like herself. There would probably be only a scarce few&lt;br /&gt;
more years added to her lifetime. While this may had seemed wise at one point,&lt;br /&gt;
since even a few years could do these people a large enough favor, she only&lt;br /&gt;
wanted to do this once.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;That led to either the knights, or the younger of&lt;br /&gt;
the senshi. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;The knights, though powerful, she did not wish to&lt;br /&gt;
kill. While a senshi could do equally enough damage as an army possibly could,&lt;br /&gt;
there needed to be much strength in numbers. She let her eyes skim. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;The younger of the Outers, Haruka and Michiru’s&lt;br /&gt;
children. She could had easily asked them, the children of such powerful senshi&lt;br /&gt;
surely could had given her enough power to save this galaxy.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She shook her head again mentally. No, no. Their&lt;br /&gt;
power was needed in these wars. They were still strong. Just like Rei was still&lt;br /&gt;
needed. Though youthful, and possible to add much more to her life, Rei, and&lt;br /&gt;
her dream division, were still needed for a long time.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Her mind reeled with possibilities. Most of the&lt;br /&gt;
children of the Inners and Outers she was afraid of letting go. There was the&lt;br /&gt;
possibility of the children of the Satellite Senshi, and she was about to raise&lt;br /&gt;
her finger to make her decision, when realization dawned.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;There had been five outers, yet even before the&lt;br /&gt;
fifth outer had been discovered, the senshi had managed to fight off the&lt;br /&gt;
darkness without the outer. There was much power there, but the amount of&lt;br /&gt;
senshi there was already was plenty enough. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She made her decision. Getting to her feet, she&lt;br /&gt;
walked through the crowds, looking carefully for the symbol, though moving&lt;br /&gt;
slowly. She finally saw the two girls, and beckoned them forth. The two&lt;br /&gt;
approached, both tall, and only perhaps a thousand years younger. She looked at&lt;br /&gt;
the two, a smile upon her humble face. &amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;“Your sacrifice will be remembered until the end of&lt;br /&gt;
time.”&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She closed her eyes; the silver glow of her crystal&lt;br /&gt;
immediately began to pull the life from the two. They very slowly began to&lt;br /&gt;
wither away, like all the moisture in their body had been stolen, and they were&lt;br /&gt;
soon turned to dust, and Serenity looked up.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;She felt the energy enter her body, and it was as if&lt;br /&gt;
she had henshined, but once the henshin was finished, she looked far different.&lt;br /&gt;
There were still the wings from Eternal Sailor Moon, but now they were more&lt;br /&gt;
like the wings of an angel. Her entire fuku was white; spare the skirt, which&lt;br /&gt;
had rainbow stripes to it. Upon her chest, where the bow would have normally&lt;br /&gt;
been, there was a purple orb with a silver star in it, the orb having wings&lt;br /&gt;
sprouted out. The same was at the top of the skirt, but the wings were more an&lt;br /&gt;
orange tint to them. She held a staff that had the same symbol upon its top, as&lt;br /&gt;
the orbs on the ‘bow’ and skirt. Her long silver hair had fallen around her as&lt;br /&gt;
it normally did.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;“Megami-sama!” Pluto gasped, “Its Sailor Cosmos!”&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;Serenity looked around, as all of those within the&lt;br /&gt;
court had dropped to their knees. Serenity, though, had a very disgusted&lt;br /&gt;
feeling. This was what she had tried to prevent when she learned of it. She did&lt;br /&gt;
not want these wheels of destiny to turn.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;And yet, here she was…&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;p class=MsoBodyTextIndent&amp;gt;The wheels of fate were truly cruel.&amp;lt;/p&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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