In the stormy, windy night that followed the defeat of Queen Beryl 
and the banishment of the Dark Kingdom, a young girl fell desperately ill.  As
 she was walking down the street a sudden and violent fainting fit came over 
her.  With a strangled cry of agony, she passed out and fell right into the
 arms of a hapless college student who just happened by.
	"Excuse me, miss, are you all right?" asked David Hollins, bewildered.  Getting no answer, he felt her pulse.  It was thready and weak.  Without another thought, he lifted her up and carried her into a nearby shop, where he called an ambulance.  With a bizarre sense of responsibility and destiny, David Hollins decided to stay with the woman until she recovered.
	The girl had not yet recovered when the ambulance arrived, and a 
crowd of onlookers gathered to watch the girl carried into the ambulance and 
the young man climb in after the paramedic.  One watcher went unnoticed with 
his flashing golden eyes and flipping tail, as the ambulance left, he did as 
well, waddling along, hanging in the shadows.

Opening Song (Moonlight Legend)
Series Title, Sailor Moon:  Remembered Senshi
Episode Title:  (1) A Rebel Returns

	"How is she, sir?" asked David Hollins as he paced up and down the 
waiting room in the intensive care unit.
	"No change young man," said the old doctor for the third day in a row,
 "Her coma is deep, but stable.  It might help us if we knew more of her 
medical history.  Are you sure you have no idea who she is?"
	"No, sir.  She just fell on me, in the street," said David Hollins for
 the third time in as many days.
	"It’s amazing that you’ve taken such interest in a girl you don’t 
know." said the doctor, scooting a pair of pierce-nez back up his nose, 
"You’re not that desperate are you?"
	Rather embarrassed, Hollins replied, "Of course not.  I just feel 
responsible for her.  Can I see her yet?"
	"Not tonight," said the doctor, "If she remains stable I’ll move her 
out of the ICU and into a private room tomorrow.  You may see her then.  Now,
if you’ll excuse me, I have my rounds."
	Without another word, the doctor left David standing in the deserted 
waiting room.  With a sigh, David picked up his books and went home.

                                   ~*~

	No one, excepting hospital staff, was allowed to enter the ICU, but a
 shadow with a sharp mind made it in.  Using his mind because his pudgy body 
was not up to the task, a ruffled jet black cat jumped onto the unknown girl’s
 bed.  Deftly he placed a paw on the girl’s forehead.  A faint glow came in 
an odd shape on the girl’s head, and for a brief instant, her vital signs 
perked almost to normal.  Weakly her lids opened to reveal a pair of 
blue-gray-green eyes that begged for help.
	"I knew it!" the cat muttered to himself, "She’s the one."
	Suddenly, the cat heard footsteps approaching and with a start, he 
dove under the bed.  A hospital intern entered and the cat watched a pair of 
feet breathlessly.  When the intern’s back was turned, a waddling fur-ball 
lolloped out from under the bed and was out the door and down the stairs 
before the intern even thought to look.

                                 ~*~

	On silent feet, the cat padded through the streets of the city, being
 driven by an instinct that even he questioned.  
	"Is it real?" he wondered, "Can they all still be alive?"
	He continued on.  Suddenly, his feeling bade him stop, and he found 
himself standing in front of a modest house in the suburbs of the city.  With
some difficulty the cat leaped up a tree and managed to climb onto the roof.  He quietly snuck over to a place beyond the chimney, where he heard voices.  He listened.
	"Oh, but Artemis, I feel it.  I know she was destroyed, but I feel her
power still," said the first voice, a feminine tone.
	"Luna, you are such a worrier.  We finally defeat Beryl and restore 
peace to the universe and you still get bad vibes," chided the second, a male.
	"I can’t help it, I know I feel something," she replied.
	"Maybe it was all that fish you ate yesterday.  I’m not sure all that
 tuna was good for you," he offered.
	"Artemis!  Be serious!" chirped Luna, "If this is what I think it is,
 then the Scouts won’t have their blissful ignorance for long."
	The black cat took this opportunity to make himself known.  He 
casually walked around the chimney, seated himself in front of the two other 
cats, and placidly began bathing his tail.  The effect this had on the other 
two cats was electric.
	"Celeus!" cried Luna, "But you’re dead!  Celeus, is that you?"
	"I could say the same thing of you, Luna," said the black cat, 
blinking, "But, no, I’m not dead."
	"How is this Celeus?" asked Artemis, "Ceres was completely destroyed.
  Our reports listed no survivors."
	"Then your reports were wrong.  When Ceres exploded something 
happened.  I think it was a distortion of the space-time continuum," replied 
the pompous, learned cat, "Any way, I was flung off the planet.  Before the 
true energy destruction began, I blacked out.  I think I was hurled through 
time and space because when I woke up, I was here.  That is future, er,  
present day earth.  I first woke around six months ago and since then I’ve 
been trying to locate others who were flung through the space-time hole too.  
I didn’t believe that I was the only one who had escaped the holocaust of 
Ceres, and now I have proof that I’m not."
	"Go on Celeus," said Luna, leaning forward, her eyes like pie plates,
"I can’t stand the suspense.  Tell me who you’ve found."
	"Promise to let bygones be bygones?" asked Celeus delicately.
	Luna and Artemis exchanged looks.  After a moment, they nodded in 
unison.
	Celeus cleared his throat and looked at them deeply, "I’ve found 
Princess Terra."
	"The sixth Scout!" exclaimed Artemis.
	"Sailor Ceres!" cried Luna, "But we thought she was dead!"
	"Well, you thought I was dead too, five minutes ago," pointed out 
Celeus.
	"Does she know who she is?" asked Luna.
	"She’s very ill." answered Celeus, "She’s in a coma at the county 
hospital.  However, when I touched her, she opened her eyes, and they were 
obviously royal eyes.  If she doesn’t know now, she will soon.  I think she’s
remembering as we speak.  But she’s very weak.  She needs help, and I’m sure 
now that I’ve found you two, who I thought were dead, the Moon Princess 
Serenity must still be alive as well.  What news have you of the Queen?  I 
thought for sure the force that ripped Ceres apart would do the same to 
Serenity’s realm.  No, it was not my pessimism, Luna, I had a premonition."
	In the days of the Silver Millennium, Celeus had been famous for his 
gift of prophecy.  Luna smiled weakly with tears in her eyes as Artemis 
related the story of the end of the Moon Kingdom.
	"So, Princess Serenity will have to heal Terra then." said Celeus 
resolutely.
	"I’m sorry.  None of the Scouts remember any of their powers.  After the defeat of Beryl, they all forgot everything.  I’m worried though.  I sense some evil approaching.  It may not be Beryl, but it’s something truly evil, and the scouts may not be ready for it.  If only you had the Emerald Memory Stone, Celeus,”  Luna sighed heavily, “I’m only giving myself false hope.  There is no way you managed to bring any of Ceres’ treasures.”
	Suddenly Celeus brightened, “Oh, but Luna, I didn’t tell you.  My negative space pocket was uninjured in the blast.  You know how they follow the soul of the carrier?  Well mine followed me to earth.  I have the Ceres Power Key, the Ceres Star Wand, the Ceres Crystal Amulet, and many of the other treasures.  Most important, I saved the Memory Stone.  I can draw it out for you, if you wish.”
	Artemis and Luna nodded in tandem.  Celeus closed his eyes and willed the pocket to open.  As if by magic, a small but deep black hole opened before him.  He put his paw in the pocket to his shoulder and rummaged around with a concentrated look on his face.  He got a triumphant look on his face and he pulled out the Memory Stone.  Unfortunately, with the stone, he also pulled out a picture of a seductive looking white cat.  
	Artemis wolf whistled and Luna scowled at him.  
	Suddenly, Artemis’ eyes widened and he exclaimed, “Hey, that looks like my sister, Phoebe!”
	Celeus looked embarrassed and shoved the picture back into the pocket.  Artemis looked as if he was going to say something, but Luna cut him off,
	“Really you two, this is no time for an argument over Phoebe’s honor.  We have more important things to do!  We have to wake the Scouts!”
	Setting aside their temporary differences, Artemis and Celeus both nodded.

~*~

	David Hollins approached the hospital room door apprehensively.  The clerk at the nurses’ station had informed him of her room change.  As the doctor predicted, she was still deep in a coma, but fortunately it continued to be a stable coma.  He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous.  He didn’t even know the girl.  Reasons kept popping into his head, but after all, how could he mess up a meeting with a comatose girl?  Whatever his logic was, he almost backed down three times before entering the small private room.
	The girl was stretched on a hospital be with various monitors hooked to her.  Even in the papery hospital gown he could see her obvious beauty.  In a way, the thin gown accentuated it.  Her head rested on a pillow, with the blanket drawn halfway up her torso.  He could see that her dark brown hair was no longer in the elaborate braid it had been in.  Now it hung long, down her back and over her stomach.  One small hand with slim, slender fingers was exposed over the thin blanket, but the needles going into it marred it’s priceless beauty. 
	He caught his breath.  In all his time as a learned college rat, he had never been effected in this way before, and by a woman he’d only technically met.  He felt irresistibly drawn to her.  He moved closer to her so that he could feel the distinct aura of mysticism that surrounded her.  He was impelled to touch her skin, which was a pale porcelain color, and so, he lifted his hand to her cheek. 
	Her eyelids quivered as his hand drew near, and when he touched her, her eyes slowly opened.  They were a shifting blue-gray-green color that reminded him of the sea.  He drew his hand back in fear that she would be alarmed at his presence.
	“After all,” he thought, “She doesn’t even know me, and I was just stroking her cheek!  Good job weenie!  Sheesh, I messed up with a girl in a coma!  Not only that she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!  I just blew my chance with the most beautiful woman in the world!”
	Contrary to his fears, she just regarded him calmly.
	He began trying to explain himself in a rapid manner that made him look ridiculous, and she laughed.  It was a musical sound that reminded him of bells, soft and light.  The sound, however, also filled him with dread.
	“Jeeze, you messed up the excuse too.  Now she’s laughing at you!  Not a very good sign!” he worried.
	He began again, trying to explain himself, but she raised her small hand with an amused and rather mischievous expression on her face.  Her slightly crooked smile lighted him on fire.
	“God, she’s gorgeous.  Long, thick brown hair, and those eyes, I feel like I could drown in them, but that smile!  God! And I blew it!  How stupid am I!” he wailed to himself.
	To his surprise she said, “Don’t look so uptight.  I’m not angry with you.  Oh, don’t think that I don’t get noticeably mad when I wake up and strange men are in my face, but something tells me you had completely honorable intentions.”
	Her expression changed and she looked incredibly soulful and childlike.  This look tore at his heart and he felt severely guilty for having anything but pure thought about her.  
	“Am I right?” she asked in a slight, helpless voice that made him want to protect her.
	He couldn’t speak.  He just nodded silently, cursing himself inwardly for his failure to tell the truth.
	Her mischievous look returned, as did his passion.
	“Minx!” he thought, “She’s playing games with me!”  Despite his mock anger, he was loving every moment of their exchange.
	“May I trouble you as much as to know who you are?” she queried in a light tone, her slim dark eyebrows raised.
	He sighed heavily, and decided to try and tell the truth, however boring it was.  He gathered his wits, and began.  
	“My name is David Hollins.  I am Sophomore at the University and am majoring in astrophysics.  I am eighteen years old, and live with a charitable old woman whom I call Gram, and her bitter, aged poodle Frenchie.  In my spare time I usually read, and work at the local computer store.  I met you four days ago when you fainted on me and I brought you to the hospital.  Now, I’ve been hanging around waiting for you to wake up because I feel we’re connected in some way.  That’s why I’m here.  Please, now that you have an advantage over me, can you forgive me for my intrusion?” he asked, hoping against hope.
	“All right, my knight in shining armor, I suppose that I can for give you, since you did help me out when I was senseless, literally,” she smiled at him lightly, then her brow contracted in a perplexed expression.
 	“You say that I fainted?  Can you tell me more about that?” she asked, concentrating on his face.
	He nodded, and proceeded to intone the previous four days happenings.  After he had finished, she asked,
	“And I just collapsed?”
	He affirmed this, and she sighed.
	“What is it?” he asked.
	“It’s just that I thought that I had gotten over my sicknesses.  Ever since I was a child, I’ve been prone to illness.  My parents both died of fevers in India.  I was cursed with the same fair weather health as they.  Ever since their deaths, when I was very young, my Uncle Hank has pulled me around from country to country, not only because of his business, but in hopes of finding some climate suitable for my health.  I thought that we had found it here, but with this it seems that something is causing my weakness here as well.  Although I must tell you that I feel like I have never felt before ever since I woke up.  It’s like I’m a new person, blessed with new energy,” she breathed, and looked off into space abstractly over his shoulder.  Suddenly her eyes cleared and she said, “They’re coming!”
	He blinked rapidly and looked about himself to see who she could be referring to.  He could see no one in the room, or in the hall way.  He cocked his head and asked, “Who’s coming?”
  	She shook her head as if clearing out a dead thought.  
	“What?” she asked.
	He looked even more bewildered.
	“You just said some one was coming,” he said.
	She looked as puzzled as he did.
	“You’re right, I did.  I don’t know where that came from.  Sometimes thoughts just spring into my head like that and if it feels right, I say it,” she looked deeply into his eyes, as if trying to see into his soul.  “I don’t know why I’m telling you this, it’s rather embarrassing.  Some how I feel that you already know. . . it’s like we’re connected in some way.”
	Suddenly a blonde haired girl with two buns on either side of her head and two long pig tails trailing the ground, burst into the room.  She was followed by a girl with a short blue bob who was hefting a picnic basket with both hands.  After this girl came a young woman with a raven mane of hair down to the bottom of her brown skirt.  Finally, another blonde with a red bow in her hair and a tall brunette with a pony tail came into the small room, crowding it.  The first blonde burst in so fast that she tripped over a waste basket and fell flat onto the floor.  This in turn caused the blue haired girl to fall, spilling the contents of her basket, three cats. 
	The young woman had regarded this entire spectacle with an amused look on her face.  Apparently little surprised her.  She looked as if she regarded these bizarre girls as old friends, and their antics were not new to her.  David realized that deep in her eyes there was a prevailing sadness that was very strange for one so young.  She smiled weakly as she looked at the girls.  They were all staring alternately between she and David Hollins.  They had certainly not expected to find anyone here.  Surprisingly, Terra solved the problem for them by asking,
	“I’m sorry David, could you leave us for a moment?” 
	He nodded and silently left, knowing, or at least hoping from the promise of her eyes that she wished his return.  He found an old comic book in the waiting room and settled to read about the adventures of Sailor V for a while.
	The girl looked at the black long haired cat that had fallen out of the basket, and asked, “So, my Celeus, you have returned?”
	The cat bowed and asked, “Your excellency has recovered her memory?”
	“Most of it Celeus, not all.”  She cast her eyes up to the girls crowded about the small room.  “How is it that they are all here?  Could it be that the terror missed the Kingdom of the Moon?”
	Once again, Artemis related the story of the Moon Kingdom.  
	“Then,” the girl said, looking about to the others, “You must be the other princesses of the solar system:  Ami, logician of Mercury; Rei, firebrand of Mars; Lita, culinary mistress of Jupiter; and Mina, leader of the scouts, of Venus.”
	Her gaze shifted to the blonde girl with pig-tails, and the two symmetric buns on either side of her head.  
	“And You must be the Moon Princess, Serenity.” She bowed her head and said softly, “I, Terra of Ceres, re-pledge the fealty of my kingdom to that of yours, Serenity.  I will be a Scout if you will have us back,”  she said, glancing at Celeus.
	This bewildered Serena so much that she got a huge sweat drop and looked to Luna for help.  Luna stepped forward and said, “With your pledge, Ceres need not stand alone any longer.  Welcome Princess Terra, to the Sailor Scouts.  You are Sailor Ceres, protector of the new green lands and of the earth that it grows in.  Receive your transformation wand.”  
	Luna handed Terra the green and gold wand, and Terra smiled.  Then Celeus whispered,
	“And so the inner circle closes. . .”
	
End First Episode
Roll Credits and play ending song (Forever).

Final edit finished August 4, 1998 (2:40AM).
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