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Prologue:
Five years... five years she’d been back in Japan, and still no signs of her allies. No moon princess. No three other Sailor Guardians. No whisper of destiny catching up to her—just the hollow wind that blew through a world slowly rotting under Beryl’s rule.
And somehow, in those five years, Minako Aino had managed to earn a personal spot at the top of Queen Beryl’s hit list. Because there’s a hit list now. Of course there is. Monsters and humans alike hunted her: humans tempted by Beryl’s promises of protection and “whatever your heart desires,” and monsters who didn’t need incentives beyond the thrill of ending her.
Some days she wondered which group frightened her more.
“Crescent Beam!”
Her voice cut through the darkened street like a flare, the light from her attack slicing in a clean golden arc. One of the Golemn creatures—gray, lumpy, and vaguely human-shaped with those unnatural, putty-like bodies—shattered into a burst of dust and cracked stone. Their red eyes blinked out like dying embers.
They wore ragged cloaks now—hooded, tattered, swaying with their jerky movements. Almost like something had tried to disguise their borrowed bodies. Minako sometimes imagined the cloaks were sewn from stolen human clothes, or from defeated rebels whose names she never learned.
Japan wasn’t Japan anymore.
Earth wasn’t Earth anymore.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Minako muttered. “Beryl’s got minions now? What’s next, color-coded spandex henchmen? Saturday morning sentai vibes aren’t really helping your aesthetic, Queenie!”
Her laughter was thin, held together with nerves and muscle memory. Humor kept her from shattering.
“Ah… Sailor V. So it is you.”
A deeper voice rumbled from behind the Golems. Something enormous stepped out—something that looked like a nightmare sculpted from myth: a towering minotaur-shaped beast with horns like railway spikes and skin the color of bruised metal.
Of course today had to have a monster-of-the-week.
“That’s great,” Minako breathed, tightening her grip on her whip. “Fantastic. This was supposed to be easy. Get to Japan. Find the others. Team up. Defeat the evil queen. Happy ending. Roll credits.”
Then she scoffed. “Five years later and here I am fighting sentai rejects and their ox-man supervisor. Life goals.”
But under the humor sat a pit—something hollow and cold. Five years of searching alone. Five years of watching cities fall, families vanish, friends forget how to smile. Five years of pretending that hope was somewhere just out of reach.
Artemis kept her sane. Barely.
Her parents were gone. Everyone she ever knew either dead, enslaved, or hiding. Minako had lived more as a soldier than a teenage girl. No dances. No crushes. No school festivals with embarrassing outfits. Just battles. Exhaustion. Grief. Silence.
She didn’t realize her hands were shaking until she clenched them tight.
“You won’t be the first to try,” she told the minotaur, voice low. “And you won’t be the first to fail.”
The Golems surged like a gray tide. Their cloaks whipped in the wind as they leapt—jerky, puppet-like, their joints moving with the uncanny looseness of creatures pretending to be human-shaped.
Minako spun, blocking one with her arm while kicking another in the chest. She smashed a third across the face with her elbow, watching it crumble into dust.
“Crescent Beam!”
Two more fell.
A pulse of pain shot through her side. The old injury—never given enough time to heal—throbbed under her ribs.
She’d spent weeks pushing herself to the edge. No real sleep. No real food. Just adrenaline, patched wounds, and hope stretched paper-thin.
Her moment of distraction cost her.
A Golem's fist—hard as stone—connected with her jaw. Her vision blurred, white sparks popping in her eyes.
She stumbled back. “You—dammit! Not the face!” She fired point-blank, vaporizing it. She didn’t have time to recover. The minotaur charged.
His club came crashing down—she jumped, but too slow, too depleted—and when she went for a counter-kick to his head, his free hand caught her ankle.
Something popped. Pain exploded white-hot. Before she could scream, he slammed her into the ground.
The impact sent the air fleeing her chest. Her head cracked against the pavement. Warm blood crept down her forehead, falling into her eyes in red threads.
“Oops,” the monster growled, lifting her by her mangled leg. “I think I broke her too fast.”
Her world blurred, her lungs burned, desperate for air that refused to come.
Her fingers twitched, trying to form the sign.
“C… C—”
“You won’t be saying anything,” the monster chuckled. “Beryl wants her rivers clean, you know. No loose rebels.” With that, he swung her body, flailing into the river below.
Minako barely registered the motion before she was airborne.
Then—
Cold.
Dark.
The river swallowed her whole, its current dragging her under. Her golden bow sank like fading sunlight. Blood unfurled in the water around her like a dissolving ribbon.
She reached—mind, body, soul—for something. For Artemis. For the princess she had never found. For a promise she wasn’t sure she believed in anymore.
But the river carried her down, down, down.
And the last light of Earth’s final guardian winked out beneath the surface.