A fan fic by Caleyndar.
Rating: PG.

Notes: The end of one war, the beginning of another. 
Questions are answered, questions are raised. A course of 
action must be taken, and another neglected. But of course,
that which we ignore will not go away. It will always haunt
the one who throws it aside...
	
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Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me; only the
few I make up. The story, however, is mine.


The Name Endymion...

Part Five: The War of Peace...

Chapter Three...

	"The Crystal of Dreams," I whispered softly, still 
clutching Armand?s small body to me. "Nightmares of it 
plague me, and now you speak it?s name. It is part of my 
destiny, isn?t it? Fate will demand it haunt me and be 
forever on my mind until I have completed what task it has 
set before me." I paused and looked down at Armand. "Do as 
your Master says. Tell me what you know of this Golden
Crystal. For surly it has been part of your motive since 
the day we met, if not before."
	Armand sobbed, a sound of utter despair. He would 
not lift his face away from my shoulder, and his arms were 
locked around my waist.
	"Is it so bad?" I asked, my voice kind. "Please, 
tell me what you know of the Golden Crystal. Tell me, and I 
will forgive you for what you?ve done to me and my Love."
	"No, you will not," Armand whispered into my ear, 
arms tightening around me. "You?ll hate me more, because 
what I attempted to do is unforgivable. I feel as you felt 
when your Father died by your hand. That there is no one to 
forgive me, and I just want to die."
	"But I am still here, am I not? And what I feared 
the most was nothing but a ghost. If the ones you care about, 
whom you fear will hate you, truly love you, they will 
forgive you anything when you have learnt what you were 
meant to learn from your actions," I said against his hair. 
"And I love you, and I am willing to forgive you. And Marius 
will too." I looked up at the older vampire standing before me.
	Marius looked me in the eye and said to me alone the 
following words. "What happens, Endymion, rests apon your 
shoulders. Whether we all perish or live in peace, you alone 
will decide." He then stepped forward and placed a gentle 
hand apon Armand?s shoulder. "I will forgive you, Amadeo. We 
will talk later. For now, tell Endymion what he should 
already know. Come, Lestat, Louis. You need not here any of 
this, for your demented mind, Lestat, may wish to complete 
what Armand has started."
	Lestat frowned and was about to say something in his 
own defence when Louis shut him up and dragged him to follow 
Marius. 
	"Perhaps we should go to my quarters. Standing here 
is neither comfortable or private enough," I said kindly, 
and took Armand?s cold hand in mine. "Life is about finding 
out who we really are, and our place in it. Knowing what I 
do now is too much, and deep down, I do not want to know 
more. But if the lives or others depend on this knowledge, 
then you must tell me, Armand. I can not, will not, let 
others suffer because of my ignorance." I keyed opened my 
old quarters, finding it as they were when I had left them. 
The five of us gathered around the kitchen bench where I 
quickly made some hot drinks for all of us.
	Armand took the steaming cup I offered him and 
wrapped his hands around it, staring down into the liquid. 
"The first time I heard of the Golden Crystal was in a 
legend. ?There are always two; a hope and a dream. One of 
Silver, one of Gold. One without the other brings eternal 
peace. One shattered will spiral into Darkness. Together 
they hold both Light and Dark, together they both hold Good 
and Evil.? What I believe it to mean is that Serenity?s 
Silver Crystal alone, without the presence of the Golden 
Crystal, will bring eternal peace to the universe. And if 
the Silver Crystal is shattered, leaving only the Golden 
Crystal, the universe will be destroyed."
	I was silent, staring at his pale hands half covered 
by his torn sleeves. I did not know how to react. Should I 
scream? Should I cry? Could I scream? Could I cry? Ghost 
hands covered my own, desperately trying to give me some 
comfort. My eyes stared at things which did not exist, wide 
and round blue orbs surrounded by white. 
	At last the emotion broke like a damn flooding the 
entire valley below it. The water was my rage, and it spewed 
forth from my mouth in an ugly torrent. 
	"Liar!" I shouted, eyes blazing with fury. "It is 
not true! It can not be true! You can not place such a 
choice apon me! Have I not suffered enough!" I demanded, 
rising, unable to stay quiet or seated.
	Armand did not look up at me. Only a blood tear fell 
from his face into his drink, sending out small rings to be 
dashed on the boundaries of the cup. His voice was little 
more than a whisper when he spoke. "I wish it was not the 
truth. You may still love me were it not the truth."
	I bit my lip and flopped back down into my seat, 
eyes watering. "I am such a fool," I choked. "Why am I 
yelling at you? You did not make up this legend, you did not 
place apon me this curse." I laid my head down apon the 
table and covered it with my arms, wanting to hide from 
everyone my tears.
	"So you sought to destroy the universe?" Kunzite 
questioned. "By attempting to trick Endymion into killing 
Serenity, you were trying to destroy the Silver Crystal, 
which, according to the myth, would have covered the world 
as we know it in darkness."
	Armand did not reply. His silence gave the answer. 
	My outrage should have followed. My hands strangling 
that little neck of his should have been my answer to his 
silence. But I only uttered one word in a strangled voice. 
"Why?"
	Why do I suffer?
	Why am I in pain?
	Why am I alive?
	Why?
	Why!
	Silence.
	Why do you ask such questions?
	My fists were clenched, my jaw locked together least 
I say something rash and cruel. Even my eyes were shut apon 
the world. No time for lies now. Peace was broken, my still 
yet shaking form leaping forth from it?s seated position, 
hands outstretched to reach their goal all the sooner. 
	Power surged through me, tearing with rapid speed 
through my veins as my hands found his tattered collar and 
locked themselves onto the thin cloth. He was nothing but a 
doll as I ripped him from his seat and held his face only 
inches from my own, only the counter between us separating 
my rage from him.
	Again, I growled that single word. "Why!" But with 
that roar broken loose, I could not hold back the flood of 
tears and anger. With my eyes pouring forth their raindrops 
of pain and confusion, I shook the boy in front of me. "Why! 
What gives you the right to have such judgement! What gives 
you the right to destroy so many lives? What was so damn 
terrible that you could not live with it, that you thought, 
that you believed, the entire universe must pay for! Why did 
you do what you did!" With that, I threw him backwards and 
leapt over the counter to stand over his toppled form. 
"Answer me, Armand! You owe me that much!"
	Emotions. So fast did they change. Had I not only 
just said I loved this creature? That I would forgive him 
should he only tell me the truth? Yet now, now that the 
truth was laid out before me, I had only attacked him! I had 
only pushed him away and all but said ?I hate you!? in the 
coldest, cruelest voice. 
	The truth hurts. 
	Still, as these things made themselves clear to me, 
as the silence within this room deepened, I did not soften 
my gaze towards Armand. Again, I asked. "Why, Armand. Why 
did you do what you did."
	He was crying again. Shedding those blood tears that 
so horrifically transformed his perfect porcelain face so 
that for a moment he seemed almost human, capable of a soul 
and emotions. It was then that I knew the truth. He was a 
creature in human form, yet at the same time, a daemon of 
sorts. But his eternal soul. That was human. It was 
venerable, able to be hurt. Like all others of mankind.
	I bit my lip, hard, enough to make myself taste my 
own blood. The pain was sweet. It lessened that other, 
darker pain. But it was a lie. Man lies to himself too much. 
He denied the truth, and in the end, it hurt him all the 
more. Truths, truths. Armand had done this to deny what he 
believed was the truth. That was clear now. To others, his 
pain was nothing. In reality, it was trivial, not worth a 
second thought. Except to him, the one who believed it. 
	My words made no sense to me now. Yet his reason was 
clear to me. Clear as the bright sunlight. He himself had 
uttered this reason I demanded from him to me before. In 
front of others. But I had not picked it up then. I had been 
too caught up in my own pain and my own denials. And the 
truth? It was simply this: he was human, and therefore he 
could feel pain, he could experience loneliness, a thirst 
for revenge, a passion to make others suffer as he had. It 
was petty, it was selfish. It was human nature.
	It had been for his loss of his maker: Marius.
	And for the universe who had so cruelly snatched 
away the one he cared the most about, his Father, the one he 
truly loved, he had sought to quench his pain by ending it 
all. He never justified his actions. He never sat down and 
said to himself ?I am evil, thus I will destroy this 
universe?. He had only felt his pain and loneliness, his 
anger and hatred. So he had wanted to end it. He had wanted 
to die. And he had wanted the ones who caused him this pain 
to pay, to suffer, to die with him.
	"Human nature is self destructive," I whispered at 
last, breaking the silence. Slowly, my knees bowed 
themselves and I knelt next to Armand. "I understand." We 
embraced. "I forgive you. Because you are only human, and 
because humans can cry."
	The library again. It was perhaps my favourite place 
within this cold steel coffin I had come to know as my home 
during the past two years. It was a place of quiet 
reflection, yet in the past it had often been a painful 
place. For it was here that I came to think, to hate. 
	Only three of us occupied the immense rooms, so 
finely furnished with luxuries one would not think they were 
hanging in the depths of nowhere. Every time I came here, I 
marvelled at the smooth lacquered finish on the heavy oak 
tables, and the perfectly bound leather books with their 
gold or silver edges. Even the breaths of air I took in 
stank with knowledge and a vague sense of peace. 
	Kunzite, the perfect gentleman, the ever loyal and 
often too serious High General sat to my left, and across 
from me sat Armand, once again dressed in fine cloths, blood 
tears no longer leaking from his eyes, nor sobs choking in 
his throat. Serenity and Venus were alone together, back in 
my quarters. The three of us had left them talking quietly 
together. Humans fear to love, for they fear rejection. Yet 
they can not stand to be alone either. Apon this I had 
reflected as I smiled at Serenity before closing the doors. 
	"I do not understand," Kunzite said softly now, 
slight puzzlement in his voice. "Why would a Crystal of 
Dreams bring destruction? I do not mean to be cynical, but 
why name it as such if it is so destructive?" He was 
fingering one book of many which laid before us, opened at a 
page which displayed the legend Armand had told us.
	"Dreams are often selfish. One can almost say a 
dream is a wish. And more so than not, a wish is for oneself. 
And so it was named the Crystal of Dreams, symbolising 
mankind?s selfishness and destructive nature," I said softly, 
eyes tracking the wood grains along the table. "Is that not 
correct?" 
	I looked up to see Armand smile faintly at me. In my 
mind, I heard his words. ?So you are finally learning? You 
are too wise for you age, Endymion. But you still have much 
to learn.?
	A frown shadowed my face as something occurred to me. 
"You say that with the destruction of one or the other 
crystal, a chain reaction will occur. To destroy a crystal, 
you must kill Serenity or me. But what will happen when we 
die of old age? We are, after all, mortal."
	Armand smiled somewhat sadly. "Am I to be the bringer 
of all bad news?" he whispered. "You are not mortal, 
Endymion. Nor is Serenity. Yes, you can die, but you are 
destined to live forever. Destiny or no, the only way death 
can knock apon her door is if you take the life of your soul 
mate directly. That is, her blood must be on your hands for 
her to die. It is why I had to send you. It is why I tricked 
you. You, and you alone, can bring destruction raining apon 
this fragile universe."
	"That is why I did not die," I said in a small voice, 
"when Sabre poisoned me." I glanced up at the towering 
shelves of books. "Can I take my own life?"
	"Prince Endymion, surely you do not mean to!" 
Kunzite exclaimed at what I had implied. 
	"Can I, Armand!" I asked again, conflicts of emotion 
underlying the strained voice.
	The vampire looked at me with his innocent brown 
eyes. "I do not know," Armand finally replied, shaking his 
head gently and gazing apon my emotionally torn face. 
"Perhaps, and then again, perhaps not. But even if you could, 
Endymion, even if you knew in your hearts of hearts, in that 
bright soul of yours living within your physical vessel, 
would you? Could you? Could you bring yourself to destroy 
yourself, knowing that you will be leaving her to live and 
suffer alone, without your love, the one thing which makes
her happy? And what of yourself? You are brave, Endymion, 
but could you look into Death?s eyes and take his hand in 
yours knowing Serenity will never join you?"
	"Why do you put such questions to me?" I questioned, 
wounded and in pain already. "Do you think I have not 
thought about all of that? But Armand, know this! I am a 
coward, I am not brave! I could not, I could never live 
knowing it is my existence which allows evil and darkness, 
all that makes others suffer, to exist!" I cried. "I am 
afraid of the guilt that I know will haunt me forever, 
knowing, believing that which may be if I was not alive. 
Tell me. Tell me why it is I live!"
	"Endymion, how can you put such question to me!" 
Armand answered, reaching across the table and touching my 
hand, hurting me slightly with his immense strength. "You 
must know by now I do not have answers such as that. Why do 
any of us live? What purpose do we have? We will never know 
our place in the grand scheme of life. In reality, the 
creation of the universe may be nothing more than a 
fluctuation of the space time continuum. But it is besides 
the point. I realise it now. Life may very well be pointless, 
but we must do what we can to make it be enjoyable. We must 
make ourselves happy! And by destroying yourself, you will 
accomplish nothing!" he paused, shocked perhaps by his 
unchecked out pour of passionate words. He shook his head 
slightly and laughed as a child might. It sounded innocent. 
"Even I, in my midst of darkness, in which I longed for 
Death?s sweet kiss, I had always wanted life. Perhaps that 
is why I sought to take the entire universe with me?"
	"I must not run away," I murmured. "Is that what you 
mean? That by death, I deny my own happiness because I am 
afraid of what else I might feel, and in the end, I am 
worthless as a human because I refuse to accept my own 
nature. To Death I turn, and thus I run away." I with drew 
my hand from under Armand?s and rubbed my temples. How my 
very brain ached. It did not want to think such things, 
travel such dark roads. Really, it just wanted to be at 
peace, to be happy. "You tell me I must not die. But what
choice do I have?" I implored my two companions. 
	"You would be foolish to throw your life away like 
that, my Prince. Legends are legends, proficies are 
proficies. How can you even be sure that they are true? That 
what they fore tell will occur?" Kunzite asked me in an 
almost desperate voice which implored me to reconsider, to 
see a fork in the straight road. "Are you even now too blind 
to see the truth? After your ordeal on your recent visit to 
Earth, I thought perhaps it was clear to you. You were able 
to forgive yourself, to accept who you are and what you have
done. So can you not see the truth of life now?"
	"No! No I can not see any purpose to my being alive!" 
I exclaimed, standing up abruptly. "Can?t you see, Kunzite? 
Can?t you see that I suffer knowing, even if it is only an 
old legend, that I am the cause of others? pain? I have felt 
agony too long and too much in my short life to stand by and 
watch others feel it because of me! Yet I can not make her 
hurt either, can I! Why am I presented with such choices? Why!"
	Kunzite?s icy cold eyes narrowed and glared up at me 
from his seated position. Slowly, with controlled actions 
and his emotions in check, he stood so we stared eye to eye. 
Dark blue eyes to silver grey ones. So intensly did I look 
into those unnaturally coloured eyes, the fist that landed 
apon my jaw was never even thought of, predicted, until the 
pain shot up into my brain. 
	In my weakened state, the ground quickly caught me 
in it?s cold embrace. My hand held my face, and I stared up 
at the one I had come to know as a dear friend hold his own 
jaw in pain. 
	He spat out his own blood with his words. "You 
sicken me, Endymion. You see only your pain and nothing 
else! You know you want happiness, but you are too fearful 
to reach out and grasp that which you need to survive! Can 
you not accept life, the pointlessness of it, and be happy?"
	His words stuck me. I stared up at him, eyes 
questioning.
	"Endy!" a voice called filled with trepidation. 
"Shit, Endymion, where the hell are you!" It was Jadeite, 
his heavy fast steps approaching rapidly from outside the 
still and silent library. Another set of foot steps followed 
him with the same urgency, only it was lighter, more like a 
dancer?s.
	The previously closed doors to the library burst 
open, revealing an out of breath Jadeite, his short blond 
hair wild and covering his bright blue eyes. Mars with her 
long cloak of dark silk hair appeared right behind the 
general, the expression of unease etched into her beautiful 
face. Jadeite spotted me quickly, still sitting apon the 
ground. He made no remark as he easily pulled me to my feet 
and sighted the ugly red mark on my jaw. It was his silence 
of smart comments by which I knew something was horribly 
wrong.
	"The Sun Kingdom," Jadeite uttered at last when he 
could. "All of it?s armed forces are moving towards the 
Crystal Star Kingdom. We think they plan to attack."
	I frowned, not understanding. "Why would it concern 
us? I thought the Crystal Star Kingdom was protected by 
their own Space Divider Field, and that the Sun Kingdom was 
neutral."
	"The Sun Kingdom is very religious and spiritual. 
Their course of action makes no sense now. I will do a fire 
reading as soon as I have time," Mars said, quickly 
surveying her surroundings. "But never the less, their 
waging war on the Crystal Star Kingdom could mean terrible 
destruction to all of us."
	"Why?" I demanded almost sharply.
	"Because, Mister ?why would it concern us?, the 
Crystal Star Kingdom holds the one thing which can destroy 
the universe," Mars answered, imitating my shape tongue. "Why 
else do you think it has been locked away behind a Space 
Divider Field and guarded by Sailor Neptune and Uranus?"
	I merely stared at her blankly, face stricken with 
the new knowledge. "The Sun Kingdom would do such a thing? 
Dear God, is it not enough to find out one person wanting to 
destroy the universe in one day, but to discover two?" I 
demanded with slight amazement. "But what is this one thing 
you speak of? What is held within the Crystal Star Kingdom 
which can destroy the universe?"
	Mars looked away from my hard eyes, as if she was 
almost ashamed. Quietly, in a voice too unlike her usual 
strong one, she answered my question. "The Soldier of Death 
and Rebirth. She is the eighth Sailor Soldier, the last of 
the Outer Senshi, Sailor Saturn."
	Involuntarily, I took a step back. Thoughts and 
images spun through my head. ?Without Light, there can be no 
Darkness. Without Darkness, there can be no Light.? Was it 
not also true for Life and Death? Without Life, there can be 
no Death. Without Death, there can be no Life. And thus the 
existence of Sailor Saturn, the Soldier of Death and Rebirth? 
And this kingdom, the Sun Kingdom. Mars had said they were 
strongly religious and spiritual. Did they seek then, to 
cause the death of the universe to have it then be reborn? 
If so, was belief then so important, so strong?
	My thoughts were intruded apon by more hurrying 
footsteps. The remainder of our company joined us, and I 
quickly took Serenity in my arms, burying my face in her 
shoulder. "Don?t let it be true," I whispered in her shell 
like ear. "I do not want to be the cause of so much 
suffering."
	No reply was made. She merely held me, comforted me 
with her tender embrace.
	"What is our current status on our mission?" Kunzite 
demanded as soon as everyone was inside the library, and the 
doors shut and sealed. Armand sat quietly, reflecting apon 
himself, ignoring the Prince and Princess, the Generals and 
Soldiers. 
	"Queen Giai has consented to meet with Queen Selenity, 
and she has passed her rule of the Earth Kingdom to Prince 
Endymion. The Earth Kingdom and the Dark Earth Kingdom are 
now rejoined as one, and has taken it?s previous name: the 
Earth Kingdom," Nephrite answered quickly. "However, apon 
hearing the advancement of the Sun Kingdom?s forces, and 
their stepping down from their neutral status, we have agreed 
to move the meeting of Queen Giai and Queen Selenity to a 
sector outside of the Crystal Star Kingdom rather than on 
the capital of the Moon Kingdom."
	"All our forces, from the Earth, Moon, and Dark 
Dragon are now moving towards the appointed sector outside 
of the Crystal Star Kingdom. However, we have not had time 
to speak with Sword or Prince Diamond about this situation," 
Zoisite finished. 
	"They will not help us," Serenity spoke up softly, 
still holding me. "Before you arrived, Venus and I spoke to 
them aboard Sword?s ship. Diamond has broken his alliance 
with my kingdom, and has formed a union with the Shadow 
Kingdom. They have left." Serenity fell silent, her voice 
holding no anger, only a slight regret. "I fear what he 
plans to do. Sword is not to blame. I doubt she knows what 
Diamond has in plan. That he wants revenge."
	The room fell silent for a moment, before I withdrew 
myself from Serenity?s comforting arms. "We should go then," 
I said softly. "For now, the issue about the Golden Crystal 
and the Silver Crystal can wait. This current situation 
poses more of a threat to our survival."
	"The Dark Dragon?s outposts are already at the 
rendezvous point. We can teleport directly there as soon as 
we wish to leave," Nephrite said to my comment.
	I swallowed. Another war loomed on the horizon. What 
would come of this? Well, if somehow I died, at least I 
would not have to be tortured by the next course of my 
actions. To be or not to be. 
	"We shall leave then. My strength is returning. 
Teleportation should not be a concern to me," I said. My 
eyes wandered to the still figure of Armand. "Please, go and 
wait for me in my quarters. I need a little time alone." 
Without questioning my request, the others left, my Angel 
kissing me lightly on my lips before departing with her 
soldiers.
	I pressed my fingers lightly to where Serenity?s 
touch lingered, and smiling sadly. Did I love her too much? 
Even now, being without her for only a few moments brought a 
cutting pain, a deep ache to my body and soul. But I pushed 
those thoughts to the back of my mind. There were other 
things I had to consider. No, do not think of your death now. 
Drive the Golden Crystal from your mind and think about this 
situation. The Sun Kingdom which threatens to destroy the 
one you love. Serenity. And this Crystal Star Kingdom, which
held Sailor Saturn. Yet why was a Sailor Senshi locked away? 
Why did others of her kind guard her? 
	In my questioning, my mind was open to Armand. He 
looked at me with his child like brown innocent eyes and 
stood up. 
	"That which must be is often not wanted," Armand 
said softly, smiling slightly. "If there is a beginning, 
there is always a end. Sailor Saturn is all that: the 
beginning and the end. Perhaps I should have told you a long 
ago of this. But I did not. It was never a threat, nor was 
it even conceivable until now." The vampire sighed, suddenly 
sounding and looking his age. "Endymion, you believe yourself 
to be a fool, to be not worthy of love or life. Indeed, you 
have reason to think this. I am a selfish being, I do not 
deny it. I need love, and I can not live without it. Yet I 
am also afraid to die. In many ways, you and I are alike, 
but you are better than I. You deserve to live, to survive.
	"Humans are selfish, so why can you not be? You 
could live forever with Serenity and be happy. You could 
forget all others and live. Endymion, don?t you see? The 
universe was meant to have pain and suffering, it was meant 
to have forever light and darkness, good and evil. You are 
not meant to die, and nor is she. So do not seek to end your 
life, Endymion. Do not think yourself a fool," Armand 
trailed off, becoming silent. And then he smiled. "Indeed, 
I am the fool. I was too blinded by my own emotions to not
see the truth that I have just told you. Well, with the 
destruction of the Silver Crystal, darkness would prevail. 
Perhaps. And without light, the universe would soon die. But 
there is another option. Without the darkness, would the 
universe survive?"
	"But it said without the Golden Crystal, eternal 
peace would be born," I replied.
	"Eternal peace. But is not death also eternal 
peace?" Armand asked softly.
	My face contorted. "What would you have me do then?" 
I demanded, my tone angered by frustration and the inability 
to understand. 
	"Do what you were born to do. As destiny, as fate, 
as even the Outer Soldiers want of you. Live and be together 
with Serenity," he pleaded with me, cold hand touching my 
bruised face, warm brown eyes looking up into my confused 
ocean blue ones. "Go now. Deal with this threat to our 
existence. I will join you outside of the Crystal Star 
Kingdom. But first I must talk with the one I love. And 
Endymion. Thankyou for forgiving me. What I did was wrong. 
And thankyou for not doing what I wished."
	He left too fast for my human eyes to see. The 
opened doors showed the path I must walk now. And so that 
was the end of the war that Serenity and my existence had 
caused. My Father was dead, and so were his thoughtless and 
rash actions. But now what? Armand?s and Kunzite?s words had 
left an impression on me. Both had told me in their own way 
to live and be happy. But what if my existence did cause 
pain to others? I did not know what to think. God, all I 
wanted was peace and happiness! I did not know what to do. 
Yes, I knew what I wanted, but my morals would not allow it.
	I bowed my head and stepped through the door, making 
my way slowly towards my quarters. 
	Wars never did end. So the three sided war had 
ceased. But here was yet another. Perhaps this was worse. 
Innocent lives might be lost in front of my very eyes. 
However, there seemed a finality to this. Deep in my soul, I 
think I believed this would end everything. How, I did not 
know. Why, I did not know. But it would. So do not ask why. 
It just was.
	I made a conviction then. Until this was taken care 
of, this war, I would not think of the Golden Crystal. I 
would not think of dying. I would not die. I would live. 
Because of who I was, I must fight for those who I ruled. I 
must do what was right. And I could not allow the Sun 
Kingdom to take away the lives of all the innocents because 
of what they believed; that a rebirth of the universe was in 
order.
	Do not question anything, Endymion. Just do this. Do 
it because you must. Because it was your duty. Do not cry. 
Do not shed a tear. Hold Serenity and be strong. Live 
through this and be happy.
	I pushed opened the doors to my rooms, head held 
high, all confusion wiped clean from my face. Smiling grimly, 
I said forcefully, "Let us go. All things have the right to 
live, and one kingdom does not have to right to take away 
the right of others."
	With Serenity holding my hand and giving me the will 
and strength I needed, I summoned the strength I knew to be 
within my body. And with a burst of light, our surroundings 
were no more.

End Part Five, Chapter Three.