End of the Millennium
A Xian Shade Production

Author's Notes: I'm tired of writing author's notes. Not like people
read them anyway. asdfjeoriorhgon;reibn;ra.

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspects of Sailor Moon or Phantasy Star.
If I did, this would be an anime, or manga, or both. Thanatos, Ares,
Chronos, Aljus, King Marcus, and the worthless one are © Xian Shade
and may not be used without my permission. People failing to follow
this rule have broken Xian's Law #849, paragraph 3, line 2: Don't fuck
with my shit.


The Path of Finding Destiny, Chapter 27:

The moon was a wasteland. The palace lay in ruins, the fountains were
smashed and dry, and even the atmosphere was beginning to dissipate
from the sheer amount of magical energy expended. Flowers were wilted.
The hum of life was all but gone. The darkness had already begun
absorbing every resource even before they were eliminated. He saw
movement far off, and his fears were confirmed. Survivors. Two lone
creatures of light remained, one with barely enough strength to stand.
He recognized her as the moon's queen, and was amazed in itself to see
her alive after a blast of that magnitude. The other almost looked
like...

"...Amilia...?"

But it wasn't her. This girl was taller, and armed with twin metallic
boomerangs that slashed at...

'oh no...'

Those seven shadow-beings were still alive after a blast like that.
What the hell were they?

"Queen Serenity..." he said, speeding over to her after she had
collapsed against a fallen column. "The wand. Give me the wand. I need
to end this now!"

Her eyes had barely opened and her left hand raised just enough,
shakily holding the crescent-shaped weapon of destruction, the crystal
embedded in its curve. "Th... they're gone... all of... them..."

He snatched the wand from her as her fingers dropped it nervelessly.
He had to save someone. At least one. He turned about, only to see the
lone female blue-haired warrior implaed through her chest and out her
back, the shadow's arm still through her, dripping gore. The seven
pairs of eyes fell on Thanatos once more and that same sinister,
red-lit grin lay there, a hissing chuckle eminating from somewhere
upon their bodies. The shadow dropped the girl's limp body.

Something snapped. That might as well have been Amilia. That girl was
still family as a Mercurian. "Damn shadows... DAMN YOU ALL! I CURSE
THY UNHOLY FORMS! NO ONE ESCAPES ME! FROM DARKNESS YOU WERE BORN, AND
TO DARKNESS I RETURN THEE!"

The energy of death is the power of sorted chaos, and chaos energy
itself is as finite as the cosmos. Thanatos only had a small grasp on
this power due to his 'creature of light' lifestyle. But, such power,
forced through an amplifier like his father's crystal, created a small
black hole that pulled in and crushed the seven beings, enclosing them
into the facets of the crystal. He didn't even think when he poured
all his 'void' energies into the crystal, and when he finally stopped
and the last shadow was gone, he realized the crystal was no longer in
the wand. It had fallen from its place, broken into seven colored
gems. Each gem held the screaming tortured face of one of the shadows,
which were now sealed like he once was. His cloaked form dropped, as
did the wand, and his hands clasped over the top of his hood as he
sobbed.

It was over.

What price, victory?

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Barely what you could consider a chapter. It seems now that Thanatos
is indeed the only survivor of the war of the Silver Millennium... so
apt that death reigns in a dead system. But is it over? Of course not!
XD Keep an eye out for more!