NeoMoon Presents: 
“WHAT IF: Beryl Had Won?” 
Sailor Moon 
“Evil Reign” 
By: NeoMoon 
Rated: R 

She holds onto the crystal, feeling the strength 
slowly leaving her body, the dark queen standing over 
laughing. 

*All in vane.* She thinks, as she tightens the loose 
grip on the crystal. *Why did they all have to die?* 
A cold was rising in her body, far colder then artic 
winds that swept over her form. “Silver Crystal . . 
.” She breathes in hard, coughing blood as she 
exhaled. “Please, (cough), please save my friends.” 
She breathed in heavily once more, but she never 
exhaled. 

The crystal shone a bright light, that pulsed outward, 
farther, and father, sending the Dark Queen reeling 
backwards. 


Two years pass, her army grows, and although the 
armies of Earth try, they fail to succeed. When it 
came to a fight against the ways of the dark art, and 
those of human technology, the final battle was 
decided with a snap of a hand, as the Dark queen still 
bonded with the mother of all evil, walked onto this 
world, and there was no guard to defend it. 

Once the Tokyo tower stood there, now it was reformed 
into her fortress, at its gates stood two crystal 
crosses baring the decaying remains of the ones who 
would have defeated her. There hung the bodies of the 
Prince and his Princess, a sign to all those who would 
go against her power. 

“Mercury. General.” Screamed the young black haired 
girl as she ran into the tent. Stopping to salute the 
blue haired woman who stood over a table reading a 
map. 

“What is it, Hotoru?” Said Mercury as she turned and 
returned the young girl’s salute. 

“General. Our spies have confirmed that the Dark 
Queen . . .” 

There was an explosion, and both ran out of the tent, 
finding the camp under attack. 

“Mars, Jupiter.” Yelled Mercury into her 
communicator. “Status report!” 

“The camp is under attack!” Replied Jupiter. “We 
have heavy causalities. Ami, Minako.” She stopped, 
static filling the communicator. “Minako, she’s. Ami 
She dead.” 

The transmission ended, Mercury let the communicator 
drop from her hand as she looked out into the camp 
watching as the Dark Queen’s soldiers invaded their 
camp, killing their men. “Hotoru.” She said turning 
to the small girl next to her. “Gather as many as you 
can. Find Mars, and Pluto, then begin a counter 
offensive. I’ll join you shortly.” She turned 
walking back into the tent. 

“Mercury!” Yelled the girl, after her. “If I 
transform . . .” 

“Do as you’re ordered!” Screamed Mercury from the 
tent. 

The girl ran off into the heat of battle. 

It was fought, the rebellion led by Mercury, and the 
remaining Senshi had won, but barely. They suffered 
greatly, losing almost half their ranks. And two of 
those loses were great. 

“We found her holding off an entire brigade on her 
own.” Said Hotoru in her Senshi form. “I transformed 
to help. General, I’m sorry but I fear that I was the 
one who killed Setanua.” 

“I understand.” Said Mercury gravely as the two 
walked down the rows of the injured and dying. “Was 
it quick?” 

The young girl looked up at her, tears filling her 
deep eyes. “I am afraid no, it was slow. I . . . Oh 
God, I didn’t. And then . . . Then they took her!” 

“Hotoru, this is war.” Replied Mercury coldly. “In 
war soldiers dye. She was doing her duty. “ 

“Ami, how the hell can you be so cold!” Yelled a 
voice from behind the two. 

Jupiter stood, in the center of the rows, in her 
hands, the lifeless body of Minako Aino. She looked 
strangely at peace, like she was sleeping. Mercury 
started to walk toward her, but stopped a cold look 
filling her eyes. “Ami’s, dead Jupiter. She died in 
the Artic Like Makoto, and the rest.” 

“I can’t believe you.” Jupiter said softly, shaking 
her head almost in disgust. “Ami, maybe you died, but 
I sure as hell didn’t.” 

Mercury turned away, trying to keep herself from 
losing control. “We’ll burn the bodies tonight.” She 
stopped breathed in deeply, ignoring the pain in her 
heart. “Find Mars, then I want everyone in the TAC 
tent with a full report of the battle, numbers lost, 
equipment damage, etc.” 

“Ami!” Screamed Jupiter. “Our friends have died.” 

“And their funeral will be tonight.” Mercury spoke 
coldly as she began to walk again. 

“Ami!” 

“Their soldiers, Jupiter.” She said stopping to look 
back at Jupiter. “It’s part of the job.” 

“Ami.” Jupiter whispered, tears filling her emerald 
eyes, as she watched a person who she once counted 
among her friend walk coldly out of the MED tent. 

War can change people. Through history there is proof 
of this among the common soldiers. But those changed 
most are those who are placed as leaders, and those 
who have lost something very valuable to them. This 
is the case for Ami Mizuno. Once she was the meekest 
of the Sailor Senshi. But on the day she woke in the 
Artic, finding her princess, and her friend lying 
lifeless, on the frozen ground that changed. And 
later as she watched the only man who she cared for 
die at the hands of the Dark Queen’s greatest soldier. 
And in the end as she shed her final tear’s Ami died 
completely, and there was only Mercury. 

The four them, Mars, Jupiter, Uranus, and Horotu stood 
in the tent, with only Horotu looking scared. Mercury 
paced back and forth a grim look on her already lined 
face. 

“Ami,” Started Jupiter, but Mercury raised her hand 
and the girl stopped. 

“Let me get this straight.” She said stopping in 
front of them. “They just walked in?” Her voice was 
had a grim humor to it, but the look in her eyes 
showed them that she found nothing funny with this at 
all. “How the hell does the enemy just walk in?” She 
sounded furious. 

“Mercury, they passed all the ID checks.” Said Mars, 
stepping forward looking at their leader. “We believe 
that they’ve had spies in our ranks . . .” 

“Spies?” Said Mercury her voice a hissing whisper. 
“You, Mars have recruited all in our number. You take 
the blame for this.” 

“Yes.” 

“Then let those who have died be on your soul.” 
Mercury turned, no longer wishing to look at the woman 
who stood before her. “We have a funeral to attend.” 
She said coldly making her way out of the tent. 

Coldness, breeds coldness, just as evil breeds evil. 
Since the time this war began Mercury had been their 
leader, and in time she found herself walking on the 
edge of a cliff. On one side their was her what she 
stood for, and the honor in which she had held since 
childhood. On there, an abyss, the endless pit of 
darkness that many fell into. Mercury knew that pit 
well for she had almost fallen in many times, and had 
seen those who had fallen in, they where the Dark 
Queen’s minions. This is what she thought as she 
watched the fires burn over the countless funeral 
pyres, there heat warming her in the cold December 
night, in a fortnight it would be Christmas Eve, and 
the thought of how she would be forced to spend it 
sent shivers up her spine. She was angry, at the 
Senshi, at her soldiers, but more then anything she 
was angry with herself, and the sad song that Mars 
broke into to honor their fallen only made it worse. 
She could feel it burning in her chest, moving into 
her throat and welling in her eyes, and for the first 
time since she found herself staring down at the 
lifeless body of her best friend, her queen, did she 
cry. She looked up seeing Horotu watching her, and 
just as quickly turn away. Mercury wiped the tears 
from her eyes and turned her back to the fires, 
heading back to the place she now called home, heading 
for the TAC tent. A messenger awaited her. 

As the sun rose, breaking though the cold dead winter 
night, not even a day later, the body of Pluto was 
found, hanging from a crystal cross next to the girl 
who would have been queen. Mercury stared at the 
sight from under her pale blue cloak, and felt 
nothing, only a small voice telling her that this 
happens in war. 

“Good tactic.” Said a cool deep voice from behind 
her. “Fear is one of the greatest forms of control. 
Don’t you think?” 

Mercury turned her face only a mask of calm, hiding 
the rage underneath. “And you would know, wouldn’t 
you, Kunzite?” 

“Very true, my dear General.” He said, mocking her 
position with his final word. “Your ragtag rebellion 
can not I’m afraid win.” 

“And what makes you say that.” 

“My Queen is fused with Metellia, not to mention she 
holds the Silver Crystal.” His lips curled into 
seductive smile. “And to think, all this is the 
fault of the Senshi, the Royal Warriors of the Moon 
Kingdom.” 

“You wanted to talk.” Ami said impatiently. “If all 
you wanted to do was gout, then you know where to 
shove it!” She turned, walking away at quick pace. 

“She killed Zoycite.” He said, his voice becoming 
sorrowful. “She killed the only man I’ve ever loved.” 

Mercury turned, it was her turn to smile. “People die 
in war Kunzite. I’ve lost many people I’ve loved 
thanks to your ‘Queen’. Welcome to reality.” She 
turned again, a sudden fear whispering in her mind as 
the gravity of her words soaked in. 

“And now you fight.” He continued. “You fight for 
those who have died. Beryl murdered my only love!” 
He screamed making Mercury stop. “I . . . I want to 
avenge him, I want to avenge Zoycite.” 

She could hear him crying, and turned to look at him 
again, sighing almost dramatically as she made a 
decision. “Fine.” Was all she said before turning 
toward her people’s camp, and started to walk. Behind 
her she could hear him walking slowly behind her, and 
could feel the shadow of a cross on her back. 

No one can ever fight alone in war, people need 
friends and allies. Sometimes choosing those ally’s 
is merely a simple choice of the lesser of two evils, 
in other’s it is far more complex. Whether the young 
general knew it or not, she was starting down the road 
that would end one war, and possible start another, 
for soon she would find herself in a grieve position, 
and choices would have to be made. On that day, as 
the strongest of the Dark Kingdom’s soldier’s walked 
behind her, under the fragile dream of alliance, did 
it snow in Tokyo for the first time since this war 
began. 

“Now I know you’ve gone nuts, Ami!” Screamed Jupiter 
in the TAC tent as all the remaining Senshi looked in 
horror at their newest ally. “Right after an attack, 
not even a full day later, and you decide to trust 
this . . . This monster!” 

“Beryl killed his lover, he wants revenge.” Mercury 
said coldly, not bothering to look up from the map of 
Beryl’s castle that Kunzite had given her. “And 
Jupiter, there is no one here alive named Ami. 
Remember that.” 

Jupiter, bight her tongue, and looked away as everyone 
stared at her. She tried hard to remember the way Ami 
once was, but couldn’t, the woman sitting in front of 
her, wasn’t Ami, that was Mercury, their ‘General’, 
Ami had died in the Artic. But she, Mokoto hadn’t.” 

The tent had become cold to her, she brought her hands 
up, hugging her chest, and looked back at their 
leader, and the feeling of cold increased its icy 
finger running down her back. She shook her head, 
Mercury was talking but she couldn’t hear, everything 
slowly faded away, first the sounds, then slowly very 
slowly everything began to blur and become unfocused 
till the point were there was nothing, save her, and 
the increasing cold. She could feel something grab 
her, holding her tightly as if hugging her. 

“Mokoto-Chan.” Whispered the wind. 

“Who’s there?” 

Around her a pinkish mist started to form into the 
shape, hugging her, holding her tightly. And suddenly 
a strong sense of familiarity filled her. 

“Usagi-Chan?” She whispered in disbelieve. 

The misty form looked up at her, and suddenly the air 
became sad. “Oh Mokoto-Chan, I’ve missed you, and 
Rei-Chan, and Ami . . .” 

“Ami’s dead.” Mokoto said coldly. 

The air became sadder. “No.” 

And slowly as it began Mokoto returned to reality, and 
fell to the floor in tears. 

Combat stress reaction. That’s the name of a 
condition that soldiers are afflicted with in times of 
great stress in battle. When their minds can no 
longer rationalize the sights around them. The sights 
of death, the fear of dying, the stench of the 
wounded, and dying. As Jupiter lay on the ground 
curled up in a ball, tears bursting from her eyes 
screaming hoarsely the name of their first and long 
dead leader. That was what Mercury had thought; that 
one of her stronger soldiers had finally cracked under 
the pressure of the war. And in the farthest reaches 
of her heart she could hardly blame Jupiter. 

“Take her to her tent, get her food and water.” She 
barked at Mars and Uranus, then turned to Horotu. “Go 
with them, I want you to watch her, make sure she 
doesn’t do anything stupid.” She turned, not 
bothering to watch as the three half carried their 
fallen comrade to her tent. Kunzite followed close 
behind her, standing next to her as she settled down 
into her seat, and once more began to read the map of 
Beryl’s castle. 

“It’s gone on far to long.” She whispered, touching 
her earring out of habit, the visor had been broken 
for a long time. “Far to long.” She continued to 
read the map. 

“What is your plan?” Asked Kunzite from what seemed 
to be miles away. 

“You’ll see.” She whispered, not bothering to look up 
from the map. 

She lay in her cot, covered by blankets, and staring 
blankly up at the canvas ceiling, watching as the cold 
gentle wind ran over it, sending waves through the 
canvas. 

“Am I going nuts?” She whispered, closing her eyes, 
hoping to hear her old friend again. 

“Makoto?” 

She turned in the darkness, nothing. 

“Makoto?” 

She turned again, Usagi looking at her with large 
eyes. 

“U . . . Usagi.” She whispered, running to her 
friend, embracing her in her arms. “Usagi, what’s 
going on? Why are you here?” 

Usagi pulled away, suddenly, she was Sailor Moon, her 
face was battered, and bloody, her clothing ripped and 
stained with old blood. She bight her lower lip, her 
eyes large and sad. “You, you said Ami was dead.” 

“Oh God, Usagi. No.” Her voice was soft, but in the 
end it was bursting with sorrow. “She, she’s changed, 
changed to the point that the Ami we knew no longer 
exist.” 

“That’s worse.” Usagi said sorrowfully, as she sat on 
the ground suddenly dressed in her school clothes. 
“And Rei, and Minako?” 

“Rei, Rei is going through a lot Mercury, Ami, she 
blames Rei for a recent attack. Rei’s it hard, 
although she won’t show it.” She laughed humorously 
as she finished. “Same old Rei.” 

“An, and Minako?” 

Makoto took a deep breath, it still hurt her, and she 
was so much stronger then Usagi, but she had to know. 
“Minako’s dead, she was killed an explosion during an 
attack. Setanua, and Micheru have also died.” 

“Who?” 

“Other Senshi, they came after the first battle, after 
Beryl had defeated the armies of earth.” 

“Oh God.” 

“Jupiter!” Yelled a voice from far away. “Jupiter!” 

She jumped up with a start, a cold sweet covered her, 
she could see Mars on her side, looking at her 
stunned. 

“Wh . . .What is it.” She said hoarsely, her voice 
suddenly dry, and meek. 

Mars sighed and looked at her sadly. “You should say 
no.” She said abruptly. 

“What?” 

“Mercury, she’s going to ask you to come back. She 
said it’s up to you.” 

“Oh, okay, I’ll think about it.” 

Mars nodded, then left in silence, the sad look she 
carried becoming a permanent mask. 

Jupiter sighed and rolled over in her cot, sighing 
sadly as she thought of what had become of their 
close-knit group. 

“Usagi,” she whispered through her tears. “Why did 
you have to leave?” 

She could feel his hand resting on her back, moving 
slowly, smoothly up and down. She let out a soft 
sigh; unable to enjoy the tingling that worked its way 
through her. 

“I don’t know your game.” She said trying to hid the 
pleasure she was feeling from his small action. “But 
stop it Kunzite.” She looked up at him her eyes 
betraying her as she looked at his smooth pale face, 
and his seductive smile. “Please . . . Mmm” 

He placed his lips upon hers, and she did not resist, 
parting her lips, wanting, needing him. He played 
with her, taunting her with his tongue, sending 
vibrations throughout her body. As he kissed her, a 
need came over her, a need to fill an emptiness deep 
within, and she wanted that emptiness filled so bad, 
and so she opened herself to him. On that night 
Mercury was impaled by Kunzite’s spear. Thus started 
the beginning of the end. 

The snow had left a white blanket over the war torn 
city. Mercury looked out, watching the sun rising 
over Beryl’s castle, wishing that such beauty could 
exist again with out such a dark reminder of their 
failure. She rubbed her hand across his, and sighed 
as she looked up into his pale gray eyes. She felt 
peaceful, watching the sunrise, an arm resting on her 
shoulder. But this peace was only an illusion, and 
she knew that much at lest. She could feel it in her 
bones, the finale was coming, there was no stopping 
it, no stopping or changing the path that fate had 
laid for them. She turned away from the sunrise, from 
him, and started for her TAC tent, a plan already 
forming in her mind. 

Time passed, longer for some, shorter for others. As 
the soldiers of the rebellion, waited honed their 
skills, that time disappeared to their leader, she was 
immersed in her planning, and all most never broke 
away from her maps and broke save for hygiene and her 
interludes with Kunzite, which became more and more as 
time drew on. 

It was the twenty third of the month; the next day the 
attack would begin, her last rush, her last wind in a 
battle that had aged her far beyond her years. She 
stepped into the tent, satisfied with her check of the 
perimeter, and drew back in both surprise and wonder. 
A bouquet of roses lay on her desk, they were the 
color of red blood, and she could not help but to walk 
over and scoop them up, to cradle them in her arms. 

“I hope you like them.” Came a now familiar voice 
from behind her. She turned and smiled, never letting 
the roses fall from her hands. 

“How, how did you get these?” She asked, the 
coldness of her voice breaking slightly. “They’re, 
there beautiful.” She gave him a cold stare, her dead 
blue eyes narrowing on him as she noticed the sword in 
his hand. “I see.” She spat at him, as he lunged at 
her. 

“No!” She screamed, as Jupiter flung herself in 
between them taking the sword with in her. Mercury 
stood staring at her in confusing as she fell to the 
ground, Kunzite’s sword still resting in her chest. 
There was a look of peace in her eyes, and as Mercury 
looked up a Kunzite that sight was wiped from her 
memory. 

“Bastard!” She spat at him. 

He laughed, cold, uncaring. “Such stupidity.” He 
said calmly, walking up to her, stepping over 
Jupiter’s limp, crumpled form. “I would have hated 
this job had it not been for the small pleasure you 
gave me.” He laughed again, caressing her face, 
looking down at her the way a master looks down at his 
dog. “How does it feel to be . . .” 

He drew away from her, staring down at his chest, 
fearful of what had caused the sudden sharp pain in 
his heart. A rose? He looked up at her, finding her 
smiling coldly at him, mouthing four words. “Eye for 
an eye.” She left the tent before he fell to his 
death, the cold smile on her face broadening. 

And so the last battle began. 

Mars looked over her troops, must were younger then 
her, and she sighed heavily wishing that there 
wouldn’t be any causalities. She turned to Mercury, 
who stood before her, looking at her impatiently. 
“All’s ready, Uranus is in position.” 

“Mercury nodded, then motioned Mars to her. “You know 
the plan?” She asked when Mars was close enough, her 
voice was hoarse and pained. “Uranus strikes from the 
south, you from the east. You two are only diversions 
while I sneak in to take out Beryl.” 

“Alone, Am . . . Mercury that’s crazy.” She 
whispered harshly. 

“Horotu will be with me, if it becomes necessary she 
can transform. Now get your people into position. 
I’ll contact you, and Uranus when I’m ready.” 

Mars nodded before running off to prepare her 
soldiers. Mercury decided to ignore the fearful look 
in her eyes. 

The wind blow freely in her face, it’s cold chill 
biting her face. She looked up at the foreboding 
tower that was Beryl’s fortress. She looked toward 
the main gate, looking toward the three crosses one 
holding her princess, the other her prince, and the 
last holding the keeper of time and space. She 
couldn’t help feeling responsible, at least for the 
passing of Pluto. She looked over at the young 
standing no more then two feet away from her. She 
could see the tears welling in her eyes as she stared 
at the crosses. 

“They’ll be avenged, Horotu.” She said, amazed by the 
softness in her voice. “All those who died will be 
avenged.” 

Horotu didn’t look up at her, only nodded. 

In the south. 

Uranus looked over her troops, a satisfied smile 
gracing her worn and tired face. *This is it.* She 
thought sadly. *I’ll be joining you soon, Michiru. 
My love.* 

“”This is it!” She yelled toward her troops. “This 
is the final battle! This day we are all brothers and 
sisters. On this day we are all bound by more then 
hatred for the bitch that has oppressed us! We who 
gather here today, are bound by more, then blood, by 
more then thought. We are bound by are souls by the 
love and trust that we so fragilely have place in each 
other’s hands. Today we can not lose, no matter the 
number that will fall, we can not be defeated!” 

She looked them, they were ready, she was ready, and 
she knew the Dark Kingdom was ready. 

In the east. 

Mars looked at the rising sun, and smiled. This was 
her advantage. The rising sun would blind the Dark 
Kingdom; Her troops should have no trouble. She 
looked toward the tower that looked so foreboding, and 
as she looked at the tower she knew soon the battle 
would be over, and that weather she lived or died she 
would be happy. She looked at her troops, her smile 
fading into a grim frown. 

“Attack!” The cry shook the earth. 

In the north. 

Uranus smiled, as she looked back at the tower. She 
smiled and licked her lips in anticipation for the 
bloodshed that would come. Her smile grew. She 
raised her sword into the air, feeling the fear and 
hope, and anticipation that soaked the area. And with 
a deep breath she screamed. 

“Attack.” 


At the tower. 

She could her the explosion, the screams of those lost 
in the heat of battle, the screams of pain and 
anguish, the screams of the dying. A cold shiver ran 
up her spine. It had all come down to this. Live or 
die, this was it, the end. 

Mercury looks toward the gates again, then back at 
Hotoru. “Come on.” She whispered as she ran toward 
the gates, not bothering to look back to see if the 
young girl was following. 

No one. No one guarded the gates. It was too easy to 
slip in. Had Beryl been stupid enough to send all her 
people to fight against Uranus and Mars? No. 

She turned to face Horotu. She looked so afraid and 
Mercury felt pity for the young girl till she peered 
into her eyes. And in that instant she realized, the 
girl was enjoying this. 

In the north. 

Uranus screamed as her sword ripped through the enemy 
his blood splattering across her face. She licked her 
lips, tasting the sweet metallic nectar of the enemy’s 
blood and rushed, screaming, sword waving in a twisted 
dance through out the battlefield a single image 
focused beyond crystal clear. He stood laughing in 
the center of the chaos, sword raised above his head, 
his long dark hair waving madly in the deadly cold 
wind. In the center of the chaos stood the murderer 
of her lover. Nefilete. 

A man leapt at her, she thrust the sword into his 
stomach savoring the sword of his pained gasp as she 
through him to the ground and pulled her sword from 
him. She was done running and slowly she walked 
toward him. A man came from behind and he fell to his 
death. A woman from the front. She would live but no 
longer would she bare child. From the side, the rear, 
the front, no one could touch her, she licked the 
blood from her lips the smile on her face growing ever 
deeper. 

In the east. 

Mars looked at the man dying beside her, the sounds of 
battle lost. He was young only a child but yet he had 
come to them begging to fight, and she had allowed him 
to come into all of this. She knelt down beside him 
cradling his limp head in her hands and whispered to 
him soothingly, she knew he couldn’t hear her. Knew 
that this boy, who she couldn’t even remember the name 
was dead, and at least she was able to take down the 
heartless bastard that had taken so many years away 
from that soul. 

She pivoted around, slowly rising to her feet swiping 
her sword to her side and ran, not bothering to watch 
the would be assassin fall to her death. Her breath 
was hard, to many were dying. Had this been Mercury’s 
plan? 

She swung her sword again, taking down two who had 
just managed to castrate and disembowel two of her 
finest men. She snarled as she saw the tall slim man 
walk toward sword raised to point at her his short 
golden blonde hair waving in the chill wind. 

“Jadeite.” She snarled in a to clam even voice. 

The man smiled, stopping just feet away from her, and 
giving her a mocking bow. 

She could hear screaming from faraway. The scream of 
a primal animal pushed to the brink of madness. She 
never realized it was her screaming. 

In the tower. 

Ami screamed as a guard lunged toward her, his mouth 
open screaming insanely. She smiled coldly as she 
drove her sword through his groin and up in to his 
stomach, and further, into his heart. The man’s eye’s 
widened as the sudden surge of pain filled him, then 
went numb as his head became limp. One down. Mercury 
pushed him off her sword not bothering to look at the 
terrified enjoyment Hotoru was having. She just kept 
moving, closer to her goal, closer to the center of 
the tower. Closer to Beryl. 

In the east. 

The cold wind blow hard in her face, but yet she 
didn’t care. All that mattered to her was the tall 
blonde that stood only yards in front of her. The 
battle that consumed most of the land did not exist, 
the sounds, the cries of the dying, none of it was 
there. It was just she and Jadeite, alone in a dark 
void, ready to do final battle. 

He looked at her, his hair waving softly in the wind 
covering his icy blue eyes, eyes that betrayed him for 
the murderer he was. His lips curled into seductive 
yet malevolent smile. 

“How do you, Mars.” His voice was to calm, to 
perfect. 

She didn’t reply. 

He snickered at her, the smile fading from his face, 
replaced by a mask of calm that hid his murderous 
enjoyment. “As you wish, Priestess.” He spoke calmly 
as he raised his sword to point at her. 

She returned the favor, rising her’s in suite, then 
swinging it close to her chest letting it there in 
wait. She studied him, how he stood, his breathing, 
the flickering in his eyes that showed his bored 
amusement. And finally the predatory scream that 
emerged from his mouth as he leapt toward her. 

In the north. 

Uranus blocked, the swords of the metals pulling away 
from each other sending chills down her spine. She 
leapt backwards barely missing another thrust. He was 
two could, far to good. She swung her sword catching 
his inches away from her stomach. She had to 
concentrate. She pushed out every thing, leaving her 
mind blank, only Nefilete and her. 

She thrust, he dodged, she swung in an arc catching 
him in the arm, but he also made a hit and she fell 
back, clutching her stomach, not daring to look at the 
warm fluid she felt flowing through her hand. 

“Damn you, Bastard!” She spat as she blocked another 
attack, rolling to her left, and bringing her sword up 
just in enough time to bring her sword up to block 
again, bringing her foot around as he brought his 
sword back to trip him and gain her own footing. 

“Bitch!” She heard him scream as another sword came 
from the rare, stopping to her left, as she felt the 
weight of the solider slide down her sword. She was 
careless, if she hadn’t noticed the flicker in his 
eyes . . . 

She brought her sword back in front of her, and smiled 
at Nefilete as he shakily rose to his feet, ignoring 
the perverse enjoyment in his eyes. 

In the east. 

Mars jumped out of the way, fury playing on her face, 
as she felt the weight of her long hair replaced by 
pain. She flung her hand back. Gone her hair from 
her neck down was gone. She felt her ends, charred. 

He was smiling, a light laugh coming from him. She 
spat, ignoring the pain, ignoring the new sensation of 
wind grazing her neck. 

“Burn, you son of a BITCH!” 

Fire burst from her hands, and she smiled as she 
watched him struggle to move, finding it to late. The 
sounds of his anguished screams were pleasure, and she 
turned, walking back to the battle, thrusting her 
sword through a demon as she went the smile growing on 
her face. And then it faded as she heard laughter. 
Seductive, calm, malevolent. 

She turned her smile fading replaced by a swirling 
sickness in her stomach as she saw the charred beast 
walking toward her, his empty eyes fixed on her. She 
couldn’t hear her scream as he drew nearer, couldn’t 
feel her feet racing across the ground, couldn’t feel 
as she fell over a dead soldier and landed with bone 
crushing force on the ground. She couldn’t feel. 

In the tower. 

Wind blew hard against her back, as it made it’s way 
up the stairwell. She looked at what lay ahead. It 
was dark, to dark. She looked harder straining her 
eyes, ignoring Hotoru’s heavy breathing. 

It was a long hall, at one point it would have been 
beautiful, that is if you can call anything from the 
Dark Kingdom that. There were no doors, save one 
large one at the hall’s end. She started to walk 
toward it, slowly, unsure of herself, the feeling that 
came from there, fear, anger, hatred, sick pleasure. 
She could hear the cries of child, like a soft wind 
whispering past her. She turned, hoping to see 
something, yet nothing presented itself. She sighed 
and beaconed Hotoru to her side. The girl did not 
answer. 

She slowly walked toward the stairs, her breathing 
becoming heavier her heart pounding against her chest 
trying to free itself of her. She stopped her eyes 
wide, the grip on her sword loosened. She felt 
illness swirling in her intestines. 

Hotoru lay on the ground, her clothing ripped from her 
tiny form, her porcelain white skin exposed. She was 
trying to scream but couldn’t, it was as if something 
were stopping her. Then she saw it, black as night, 
is lay beside the young girl caressing the outline of 
her body, it’s spider like hands slowly seductively 
moving circularly down her stomach, going down to her 
. . . 

“No!” Mercury screamed lunging at the Creature, as it 
stood slowly to meet her. “Die you filthy son of a . 
. .” 

She stopped her body frozen, her sword mere inches 
from the creature’s face. She couldn’t breath; she 
could feel its hand on her face, stopping her. *No!* 
She tried to scream as the creature’s other hand 
slowly moved down her waist, and rest on her ass. 

“NO!” She screamed, the sword flying forward, 
impaling the creature through its eye. 

It screamed in anguish as Mercury drew the sword back, 
swinging it in an arc. She could feel the pressure, 
the weight of the creature as her sword broke through 
its neck separating its body and head. 

She breathed harshly, her chest rising and falling 
greatly with each breath. Her arms dropped to her 
side, the grip on the sword still tight. She looked 
over at Hotoru, not daring to move, afraid that she 
might find a cold body. 

“H, Hotoru?” She said hoarsely, as she forced her 
body forward, watching the small girl closely, praying 
for even the slightest movement. 

She breathed shallowly, her chest barely rising, 
Mercury fell to her knees, placing her arms around the 
girl, and helped her into a sitting position. 

She looked stunned, her eyes looked distance. Mercury 
wasn’t sure if the girl was even there anymore. 

“Thank, tank you.” Hotoru whispered so suddenly 
Mercury jerked back. 

Mercury nodded, as she rose to her feet, and turned to 
face the long corridor. She cold feel the cold that 
came from the door, she could sense it’s evil, but 
there was a difference. The cries in the wind were 
gone; the souls of the children that that beast had 
raped and murdered had been released. She turned back 
to look at Hotoru who had placed the remains of her 
clothing around her. The wind whispered it thanks. 

In the north. 

Uranus laughed as the sword punctured her side. She 
looked up into the man’s dark eyes, could see the 
murderous yet seductive beauty that played in them. 
And her smile finally faded, she remembered that look, 
she remembered the scream. Micheru, kneeling before 
him, tears streaming down her face, she couldn’t help, 
the soldiers held her back, away from the woman she 
loved. The bastard Nefilete looked at her the same 
look in his eyes; he smiled at her, then turned back 
to her love. He raised his sword to Micheru’s neck, 
the cold murderous seductive beauty never leaving him. 

“Haruka!!!!” 

She would have fallen to her knees had the Dark 
Kingdom soldiers not been holding her. She could see 
him, holding her lover’s bodiless head high in the air 
through tear filled eyes, she could feel the could 
rising through her body. That was the first day of 
her life in this war, it was also the day she realized 
she was a Senshi. 

She smiled again, raising her sword, stopping his 
inches away from her neck, she ignored the sparks of 
clashing metal, as she slowly rose to her feet, she 
ignored the pain of a punctured lung. She blocked 
everything, her eyes were focused, intense, her smile 
returned as she saw the cold beauty on his face give 
way to fear, as she turned to the offensive, turning 
the tide, forcing him to block her as she attacked. 
She could feel his black heart pounding; the heavy 
forced breathing leaving his lips. 

“Do you remember Micheru?!” She spat, the intensity 
in her eyes growing. “DO you remember making her beg 
for her life?” She swung her sword, cutting his leg, 
forcing him to fall to his knees. “Do you remember 
her butcher? Do you remember any of girls you raped!? 
DO YOU?!” The edge of her sword touched his neck; a 
trickle of blood ran down her blade. “No, your kind 
never does.” Her voice was almost regretful. “No, 
you do, don’t you? You savored taking their lives, 
after forcing there serve.” She tried to fight back 
the tears, but couldn’t. “I and my friend, my lover, 
were brought to you, butcher. You saw the bound 
between us. You enjoyed forcing me to watch you 
brutally rape her; you made me listen to her cries. 
But that wasn’t enough, was it?” Her voice was 
hoarse, dried. “You took your sword, made her beg 
you, and when she wouldn’t kneel to you cut her knee’s 
so she couldn’t stand!” She drew the sword back. 
“You killed her in cold blood!” Her sword met his 
neck, his blood splashing against her face, his eyes 
dimmed, and then he was gone. 

She backed away from him and fell to her knees, 
looking into the reddening sky. “My love, you have 
been avenged.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She 
smiled, and closed her eyes. “I will join you shortly 
my love.” She whispered as she placed her hand over 
her wound and fell to the ground, a smile on her face. 

In the east. 

Mars looked up at him, as his empty eyes fixed on her, 
she gasped as pain flooded through her. She gripped 
her arm, wincing as she touched it. 

He started toward her again, his sword raised, 
pointing at her. What was left of his lips curled 
into a vicious snarl. He looked down at himself, 
shaking his mockingly. “I liked that body.” He spoke 
with a dramatic sigh. He looked back at her, the 
snarl turning into disgusting smile. “Now what shall 
I do with you? What do you think?” He was mocking 
her, turning the short-lived happiness she had felt 
into utter dread. 

He walked closer to her, his smile growing with every 
step. She could feel her fever overcome the pain of 
her shattered arm. She scrambled to her feet, the 
fear she felt driving her forward away from him. 

His smile faded as he watched her run. “The old man 
should be happy I silt his throat.” He yelled after 
her. “I saved him the trouble of seeing his disgrace 
of a grandchild running like a scared rabbit!” 

She stopped running from him, from what was left of 
him. She turned raising her sword, ignoring the 
panicked beating in her heart, ignoring the windy 
voice in her mind tell her this wasn’t possible. Most 
of all she ignored the heated pain of her crushed 
right arm. 

“Bastard! She yelled through the tears, through the 
memories of finding her Grandfather lying in a pool of 
his own blood. “I am a Shinto Priestess, I do not 
run!” 

His lips are rather what were left of them curled into 
a vicious smile. “Stupid child.” His voice was still 
as seductive as it had always been. It didn’t suit 
him now. 

She cringed as he reached for her, swinging her sword 
with her good arm in a wide arc, she felt slight 
pressure as she fell to the ground. 

His screams filled the darkening sky. She looked up 
at him, holding his arm, head raised in agony. Lying 
next to her was a charred hand. 

Wind rose around her, she could smell the sweet aroma 
of cook meat. She tried to smile, tried to hold onto 
anything, but she was overcome by the cold of reality 
as his sword pierced her, pinning her to the ground. 

Blood rushed up her throat, feeling as if she were 
drinking in reverse. Her vision blurred, she could 
feel the pain spreading through her body, could feel 
her legs spasm. She could him, his charred blackened 
body standing triumphantly above her; she could hear 
his cry of victory. 

*No.* A faint whisper in her darkening mind. She 
tried to grasp for it ignoring the cold that kept 
forcing it self on her. *No.* Louder, closer. She 
could hear it now, right beside her, she could feel 
it, like a long awaited caress. 

“NO!” Her hand grasped his leg. He looked down at 
her as empty eyes trying to express surprise. She lay 
there, her hand clamped around his leg, a growing 
smile on her face, her eyes intense, knowing, ancient. 

“Ashes to ashes.” She whispered. 

Fire burst in a circle around them, spiraling upward, 
it heat increasing. He could feel it burning, already 
burnt nerves, he could smell, as he charred flesh was 
burned even farther. He could feel it, caressing his 
mind and soul, embracing it in a lovers caress. This 
was the fire that burned within a psychic; this was an 
end worst then death. He let out a primal scream as 
his mind; body and soul were engulfed in the psychic 
fire. 

She could feel the fire embracing her, but she didn’t 
care, she was a child born of the fires. She had 
lived within it for so look, yet was sealed away from 
its loving caress. The seal was now broken, and she 
let out a sigh of pleasure as the fire engulfed, and 
released the fire that was trapped within the shell of 
her body. 

In the tower. 

Cold, so very cold. She could see her breath in front 
of her. She could feel the chill of the room 
caressing her bones. She couldn’t help but shiver. 

The room, was endless, at least that was the illusion 
that it gave. Its sides ran into to the darkness, a 
single flame of light shone unnaturally bright in the 
center of the room. She looked up no ceiling, only 
darkness. She walked forward, the room growing colder 
with each step. Her heart raced, her breathing was 
shallow. She gulped down the frozen air, and motioned 
for Hotoru to stay behind her, the girl didn’t 
protest. 

This was it, the moment she had dreamed of, had 
nightmares of. This was what she desired. She only 
wished that she could do her Princess honor when she 
took the Dark Queen’s life. 

“Beryl!” She screamed, lifting her sword in front of 
her. “Come face me, snake!” 

Laughter. Cold, malevolent, powerful. It filled the 
room, echoing through out the large throne room, 
threatening to shatter her mind. She didn’t move, she 
didn’t breath, she just waited. 

“Poor deluded child.” The voice echoed. “I defeated 
the Silver Crystal, I destroyed the Moon Kingdom, and 
I killed the strongest person in this world!” She 
moved out of the darkness with the grace of cat. She 
looked at Mercury, her face half hidden in shadows. 
Her lips curled into a vicious smile as she finished 
her ascent out of the shadows. 

Mercury gasped, she could feel herself shaking, could 
feel the twisting in her stomach, the sickness 
stirring throughout her body. She fought it, and 
smiled at the decaying woman in front of her. 

“The new look suits you.” Mercury said with disgust. 

Beryl continued to smile, unwavering. “The Crystal 
requires a lot of energy.” Her voice was flat, 
monotone. Her smile grew, and within a blink she 
moved like a lion pouncing on its prey. 

Mercury gasped, it was so hard to breath, she could 
feel the cold of the Dark Queen’s hands, could feel 
the cold hunger in her eyes piercing through her, 
trying to grab at her soul. 

Cold, so cold. So dark, so dark and cold. 

Bang. 

*What was that?* 

Bang, bang. 

*What?* 

Bang, Bang, Bang. 

She could feel the warm, soft covers around her, the 
bed beneath. She whispered a moan as she savored the 
feel, not wanting to leave it. 

Bang, bang, bang, bang. 

“Ami!” 

Her eye’s jerked open, sending pain shooting through 
her head. But the pain was nothing compared to the 
shock she felt. 

“My, my room.” She whispered. She threw of the 
covers and quickly got to her feet. She looked, her 
mouth hanging uselessly open, trying to comprehend all 
the information, all the sights that tried to brake 
through her fragile mind. “Bu, but my apartment was 
destroyed almost two . . .” 

“AMI!” Screamed a boy outside. 

She walked to the door, her mouth still open, looking 
back and forth at something that should . . . Not . . 
. Have . . . 

*No. Oh God no.* 

She looked at the boy standing in front of her. She 
couldn’t breath, she couldn’t thing. She moved 
closer, reluctantly, then fast, one foot after the 
other, closer to him. Tears welled up in her eyes, 
not daring to fall, not wanting to believe what they 
saw. 

“RYU!” She screamed, as she flung her arms around him 
drawing him into a tight hug, not caring that the 
tears ran down her face. “Oh, god Ryu.” 

It was a lifetime, a precious god sent lifetime, 
before he struggled in her arms, and backed away from 
her. It felt like another as they just stood there, 
looking at each other. She shuddered when he touched 
her lightly, as he wiped the tears from her face, and 
ran his soft strong fingers around the outline of her 
face. 

“I’m glad you’re better, Ami.” His voice was so soft, 
so sweet. 

“Better?” 

“You’ve been sick for months.” He said, his voice so 
full of concern. “You kept slipping in and out of 
sleep.” She looked in his eyes saw the loving concern 
on them, and started crying again. “Don’t you 
remember?” 

She shook her head, instantly regretting it as she 
fell into darkness. 

Blood, so much blood, so much pain. Death, all 
around. Usagi, hanging from a cross. Minako, fun 
loving Minako, dead, in the arms of . . . Mokoto, 
lying dead, in a pool of blood. So much blood, so 
much pain. Some was screaming, calling to her, so 
familiar. “Ami is dead. She died I the artic.” That 
voice, so cold, so uncaring, yet familiar. She tried 
to run, but something, someone held her, laughed at 
her. Someone called her, someone familiar, so 
faraway, so far . . . 

“Ami!” 

She jumped up from the soft bed, only to be pushed 
gently back down. 

“Whoa there darling, take it easy.” So warm, so 
sweet. She like this voice. 

“Mrs. Mizuno, will she be all right?” 

“Yes, she’ll be fine. She just got over excited, 
that’s all.” That voice so sweet, so caring, familiar 
. . . Mother. 

“Is it all right if I stay?” 

She opened her eyes. Ryu, it was Ryu. He was looking 
at her, his eyes so soft, so full of concern. She 
tried to smile, before closing her eyes again, know 
that she was safe as long as he was . . . 

“I don’t see why not. You are her boyfriend after 
all.” 

Boy, boyfriend. The word caressed its way through her 
mind. Such a nice word. 

The rest of the day was spent in talk. He told her 
about Usagi and Mamoru, and how fun a couple they 
made. She was glad to hear that they were finally 
together after so long. And on everything she had 
missed doing her illness. 

She was sad, when he said he had to leave. She wanted 
him to stay to be with her, to hold her. They walked 
in silence to the door. Her mind swimming in the days 
events, and in the wishes that the . . . Day . . . 
Wouldn’t . . . 

His lips touched hers, soft caressing. She brought 
him closer, wrapping her arms around him not wanting 
him to leave. She would do anything to keep him 
there. Anything. 

She her mouth opened to his, letting there tongues 
dance. She muffled a sigh when he wrapped his arms 
around her. She loved this feeling, she didn’t want 
it to end, she didn’t . . . Pulling away. Why is he 
pulling away? 

“Ami, I really got to go. I’ll see you in class 
tomorrow.” He smiled. She liked his smile. “That is 
of course if you Usagi and Mokoto don’t steal you.” 

“Yeah, of course.” She said trying not to sound hurt. 

She lay in her bed, staring up at the blank white 
ceiling. “He kissed me.” She whispered before 
falling asleep. 

Cold, so cold so dark. Why was it dark? She could 
feel the chill running up her legs, and arms, and 
slowly cooling, moving into to her thighs, into her 
sex. So cold, so dark. She screamed in pain as the 
cold made its way into her stomach, but no sound was 
heard. Someone was calling her, yelling to her. So 
far away, so far. She could feel wind in her face, 
rubbing against, laughing. “The crystal requires a 
lot of energy.” Whispered the wind. Cold so cold. 

*No.* 

*No!* 

“NO!” 

She jumped up in the bed, tears, and sweet soaking her 
face. She could hear someone running, someone coming 
to her. She looked at the door, a young girl stood 
there; she looked afraid, but some how happy. 
“Hotoru?” She whispered. 

“Who?” Her mother asked. 

Ami shook her head, and looked at her mother standing 
were . . . 

*Hotoru? How do I know that name?* 

She looked up at her mother; tears welled up in her 
eyes. She was confused, so confused. 

“Ami, are you okay?” Her mother asked softly, 
stepping to the foot of the bed. 

It was hard to breath. “Yeah, it, it was just a bad 
dream.” 

“Must have been a bad one. Your soaked!” 

Ami nodded. 

“Well change. You just got better, I won’t have get 
sick again. 

After she was change, and her mother left, she walked 
over to the window and stared out into night sky. 

Ryu walked with her to school the next. It felt nice 
to walk with him. It felt so peaceful, so right to 
have her hand intertwined with his. 

She walked into the classroom, and saw Usagi 
immediately. She sat there, in the back of the room, 
staring at Ami; her face was hard, serious. That 
scared Ami. 

Usagi rose slowly from her seat the serious look on 
her face quickly shifting to one of determination. 
She walked over to Ami, slowly confidently. She 
stopped only inches away from her friend. And brought 
her head so close to Ami’s ear that her lips were 
touching it softly. “Go to the roof. And hurry.” 
Her voice was soft, and strong. The voice of a Queen. 

Ami could feel the room grow cold and unwelcoming 
after Usagi left. She turned to go after her friend. 
Ryu grabbed her arm as she reached for the door. 

“You’re not going.” It sounded like a command. 

“Ryu please let go. Usagi’s my friend.” 

His lips curled into a smile. She didn’t like that 
smile, that smile scared her. “Alright, but please be 
careful.” 

“Why would I need to be careful around Usagi?” She 
asked annoyed. 

He shrugged, and moved to the side to let her by. 

It was so cold in the hallways as Ami ran toward the 
roof. 

Usagi stood near the edge, looking down over the fence 
at the courtyard below; she turned when Ami was no 
more then two feet away from her. Her face was sad, 
tears filling her eyes. 

“Are you all right, Usagi-Chan?” She asked, afraid of 
what might have made her friend this upset. 

“Oh Ami-Chan!” Usagi wailed as she wrapped her arms 
around her friend. “It’s been so long, I’ve missed 
you so much. And it was so hard to get here.” 

Ami gently ran her hand over the top of Usagi’s head. 
“It’s alright. I was only sick for a little bit.” 

Usagi pulled away, shaking her head violently. “No, 
no don’t believe that. You weren’t sick!” 

“Usagi what do you mean?” 

“You’re being tricked. Ami You’re going to die if you 
don’t wake up!” Usagi grabbed Ami’s shoulders. 
“Beryl’s using the power of the crystal to make this. 
She doesn’t want you to fight back, to reject her as 
she fuses with your body!” 

“Usagi what are you . . .” 

Usagi fell to her knees gripping her stomach. “Its 
alright Ami I’m already dead.” She said softly 
caressing her friend’s face, before drawing in her 
final breath. 

She lifted her friend into her lap, and cried, rocking 
back and forth there was nothing else to do. She 
didn’t understand what Usagi . . . 

Laughter, someone was laughing. She slowly put Usagi 
down, and turned around as she rose to feet. Her eyes 
went wide, she couldn’t breath. Why couldn’t she 
breath? 

“A pity really.” Ryu said looking down at Usagi. “Oh 
well.” He looked up at Ami, his lips curling back 
into a vicious smile, a smile she knew. “You do 
know.” He started as he walked toward her. “If it 
wasn’t for the small pleasure you gave me.” He 
stopped, letting Ami take in the transformation he was 
going through. “Well, you know the rest.” 

“No.” Ami gasped, backing away from him. “Your dead, 
your dead. I killed you!” 

The smile on his face grew. “An eye for eye.” He 
whispered as a blood red rose appeared in his hand. 

The world around her shattered like glass, leaving 
only a lifeless Usagi, herself, and Kunzite. 

“Good bye, ‘General’.” He laughed, as he pointed the 
rose toward her chest. 

“NO!” Screamed a soft, thunderous voice. “I will not 
allow this!” 

Ami turned, Usagi, no, Princess Serenity stood looking 
at Kunzite. 

“Go.” She said flatly to Ami, not looking away from 
Kunzite. 

“But.” 

“GO!” 

She gasped; the air was cold, so very cold. She 
couldn’t feel anything below her neck, only cold. Her 
eyes jerked open as she felt lips brushed against 
hers. Darkness, no there was light, faint, behind . . 
. 

“Beryl!” 

“It’s to late.” The Dark Queen said softly. “We are 
almost one.” 

“No!” 

“You can not stop me.” 

“No!” 

“Just alight more girl, don’t resist the enviable.” 

“NO!” She gripped the sword, she couldn’t feel it, 
but she knew it was there. She strained, it was so 
hard to control her body, so . . . 

She could feel the steel pierce her, she screamed in 
pain, but she kept pushing. It was the only way, she 
knew that. But . . . 

“Usagi. Please forgive me.” She whispered as the 
sword broke through her back and she fell to the 
ground. 

Beryl breathed heavily, spitting blood with every 
breath. “Th, this can not be.” 

“Shut up.” 

Laughter, cold, malevolent, childlike. Mercury 
strained to turn her head, fight to keep just a little 
of her fading strength. 

Hotoru knelt beside her, a cold seductive smile on her 
pale face. She rubbed her hand through Mercury’s 
matted, blood crusted hair. 

“Thank you.” Her voice was odd, like it maturing. 
“You played your part very well.” 

“Pa, (cough), part?” 

“Oh yes. The Senshi, and the Dark Kingdom were all 
that stood in my way.” She giggled like a child that 
knew a secret. “One of you might have stopped me. SO 
I waited, I bought my time.” 

She rose and walked around Mercury, her body changing, 
maturing with each step. “Pluto found out. I wanted 
her to die better, but.” She looked down at Mercury 
through cold eyes. “There wasn’t enough time.” 

“Why?” Mercury asked. Fighting, praying for just a 
little bit more time. 

“I bring the silence.” Hotoru said coldly. “I am the 
Dark Messiah. No one would stand in my way.” 

Mercury felt cold, she could hear Horotu, no the Dark 
Messiah walking away out of the room. Her vision was 
getting blurry, she couldn’t fell her face. “Usagi. 
I am so sorry.” 

She didn’t greet the darkness with open arms. 


The End. 


What did you think? Really hope you enjoyed this 
story. How bout that ending. Not your usual happy 
ending. IF you were able to guess how it would end 
through the clues I placed throughout the story, then 
congratulations! Well it took me awhile to do this 
one, and if my word program is right, then this is my 
longest story yet, spanning almost twenty-five pages. 
SO please tell me what you think. And don’t worry if 
you though some points needed improvement, so did I. 
(Smile’s evilly). I’m not done with this yet; I plan 
on at least two more revisions to this right here. 
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