Beautiful Dreamer

	The attic bedroom where my maiden slept was 
dark, illuminated only by the soft glow of 
the moonlight pouring through the window, beaming 
down on her slumbering figure.  Pink hair, free 
from its usual odangos and spread across her 
pillow, shimmered pinker still as I appeared inside 
the ornate globe sitting on the nearby desk, 
watching her snuggle underneath her blanket while 
mumbling something to herself. For a moment, I 
feared she would awaken and find me spying on her, 
but she soon settled back down, returning to her 
dreams.

	She wasn’t aware, but oftentimes I visited 
her while she slept, enjoying the soft smile 
on her lips as her closed eyes saw a wonderful 
dream, the dream I found so beautiful. It reminded 
me of why I was here, to protect her cherished 
dreams and others from those who wished to turn 
them into nightmares and darkness. But tonight, my 
thoughts focused on something else, namely 
something she had said to me during one of our 
daily conversations.

	“I want to be your friend, Pegasus. Why 
won’t you tell me anything about yourself?

	Her question lingered in the air even after 
the sweet girl in whose beautiful dreams I 
resided had closed her eyes for the night, letting 
the sandman work his magic. It wasn’t the 
first time she had asked me why I refused to tell 
her my secrets, but it was the first time I 
doubted myself.

	Did I not trust her? In the beginning, no. 
After all, she was only a little girl, and 
little girls were prone to revealing secrets, even 
if they didn’t intend to do it. And above all, 
my presence in her dreams needed to remain a 
secret. Not only for my sake, but hers as well. If 
any of the members of the Dead Moon Circus learned 
I hid in her dreams…

	I shuddered to think what would happen to 
my maiden.

	As time passed, however, and we fought 
together with Sailor Moon and the other senshi 
against the circus‘s Lemures, I learned to trust 
her, little by little. The real turning point in 
our relationship was the time when a Lemures tried 
to corrupt her dream. When my maiden said she 
didn’t want to own me, but only to be my friend, I 
knew I wanted to be her friend as well and 
gave her the gift of the Stallion Reve. How many 
late nights we stayed up since that battle,
talking about her hopes and dreams...

	Still, I couldn’t tell her everything she 
wanted to know. I knew it wasn’t very fair to 
her. Here she was, trying her hardest to be my 
friend and what did I do? I pushed her away, 
refusing to tell her who I really was and from 
where I really came. What kind of friend was I? 

	Friendships weren’t based on keeping 
secrets. They were based on truth and complete 
honesty, two things which were missing from our 
relationship. Did I really have the right to call 
her my friend when I was unwilling to freely give 
myself to her? 

	She called me her friend, but I wasn’t. Not 
really. 

	But I wanted to be.

	More than anything else in this world and 
mine.

	I hated keeping secrets from my maiden. 
Whenever I told her I couldn’t answer her 
questions, I always saw this momentary look of 
disappointment in her bright crimson eyes before 
she smiled and said she understood, pretending she 
didn’t mind. It pained my heart to see that 
look because I knew it hurt her to think I didn’t 
trust her enough to share my secrets with her. 

	Which brought me back to my first question…

	Did I trust her?

	Time and time again, she had shown her 
loyalty to me. She never told anyone, not even my 
prince’s love, we’d met, although I knew it must be 
killing her inside not to be able to divulge 
such a secret to her friends. She also accepted my 
power and fought to protect me and people’s 
beautiful dreams from the Dead Moon Circus without 
question, even though she had yet to come into 
her true power as a senshi. And, above all, she 
believed in me, with all her heart and soul.

	But did I believe in her?

	The mattress squeaked as my maiden rolled 
on her side, her back turned to me almost as if 
she sensed my hesitation to answer my own question. 
I sighed, lowering my gaze. Why was this so 
hard?

	Yes or no?

	Did I trust her or not?

	'I want to be your friend…'

	Her words echoed in my mind as I glanced 
back up and looked over at the bed. My maiden 
had once again rolled over, this time facing toward 
me as she curled her body into a ball, 
seeking warmth.  Her eyes fluttered opened, just 
briefly, and she smiled. 	

	“Pegasus…” my maiden said softly.

	I blushed, feeling as embarrassed as the 
time she undressed in front of me, not knowing 
my secret. If she had known my true form, I’m sure 
she would think me a horrible Peeping Tom. But 
my maiden quickly closed her eyes and fell back 
asleep, my presence all but forgotten. 

	Though I knew I should leave, less she see 
me again and think even more terrible 
thoughts, I couldn’t help myself. I stared at the 
sleeping girl bathed in moonlight, lost in 
thought.

	So pure. So innocent. So beautiful. 

	And suddenly I knew.

	I wanted to be my maiden's friend, her true 
friend, forever.

	"I love you, my beautiful dreamer," I 
whispered. "Someday I will tell you my secrets."

	I promise.




DISCLAIMER: Sailor Moon and all related characters 
are the property of Takeuchi Naoko.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I hope you liked the story. Any 
comments can be sent to me at ElysionDream@aol.com.

If you were wondering exactly when this story takes 
place, there's no exact time frame (although
it would be after Chibi-Usa receives the Stallion 
Reve and before Helios reveals his true form),
but the most appropriate time would be between the 
episode when Pegasus disappears after they
have a small disagreement about his secrets (the 
one with the flying bicycle, I believe) and the
episode where Chibi-Usa and Usagi switch ages and 
Helios finally shows her his true form.