Prologue 

Serenity rolled over in bed, so she could lie her head on the shoulder 
of her beloved Endymion, but he was not there. She opened her eyes to 
see the blurred red light of the clock read 2:00. As she sat up, she saw 
the figure of her husband leaning out on the balcony, watching the 
sleeping palace below. He often did this when he had something on his 
mind; it helped to clear his head. This was the third time this week 
Serenity had seen her husband like this, and she decided to see what was 
bothering him. 

"What is it, my love?" Serenity put her hand on his shoulder. 

Without shifting his gaze, he put his hand on hers, "You and the senshi 
have all regained your full memories of your life on the Silver 
Millenium, thanks to your father, but I still haven't been able to 
remember anything. Lately, though, I've been having these strange 
notions....."
 
"Perhaps you are getting some memories back." 

The king looked at his wife, "I really don't know, they're to vague to 
tell. There is this one image that keeps coming up though; some girl, 
but I can't tell who it is or what she has to do with me." 

Serenity hated when Endymion was like this, he seemed so distant when 
thinking of his past life. There must have been something or someone 
that he 
dearly missed. "Come back to bed, dear, maybe you'll think better in the 
morning."