Sailormoon Reloaded, Act 5 I

By: Sokai

Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. Nor do I own one of Takeuchi Naoko’s most beloved manga/anime/live action series, “Bishoujo Senshi Sailormoon.” However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series, in addition to the original song, "Starlit Destiny," which may/may not be habitually featured later within future chapters.

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This chapter was created/written in August 2010, and completed September 2011.
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ℓ Act 5 ℓ



It had been several days since Sailors Meridian and Mars had located the next celestial member of their Guardian Soldiers, Sailorjupiter, at the same time that Elyon had met the evasive, yet still kind loner, Will Vandom . . . both of whom had turned out to be one in the same.

Naturally, it had been a bit of a shock for the petite blonde when she had first realized this, initially believing that the new-in-town redhead would have been a mere newfound, general comrade and nothing more, much within the way that Elyon had perceived the quite similar situation regarding Taranee upon their own shared meeting many weeks prior.

Regardless, the turn of events for both scenarios, and for both girls had been welcomed by Elyon, knowing that, despite now having to share a new world which was, at times, full of danger and trepidation lurking about nearly every corner, none of that would do much to dampen the newborn alliance the three soldiers would gradually share because of it.

At least, that was what Elyon had hoped, anyhow. . . .

So far, Taranee continually seemed to be making a conscious effort to incorporate Elyon within her steadily busy and studious life, and not simply for only when it involved their private Guardian Soldier duties. This act was something which always warmed Elyon's heart and made her truly appreciate, as while she still had so much to learn about the shy and brilliant young woman and, vice versa, she was well aware of how that very same timidity did seem to make things difficult at times for the two of them to proceed any further within their blossoming friendship.

Nonetheless, it was a start . . . which was more than what could be said about Will, who seemed to have vanished clear off the face of the Earth, an observation which only further aided within the at times quite consuming, worrisome nature Elyon had adopted since the very last time she had laid her eyes upon the girl. . . .

And it obviously did not help matters much that the final occasion either Elyon or Taranee had been with the extremely guarded teenager was during her simultaneous introduction into a new destiny (about which neither girl was honestly personally sure they could or ever would be fully accepting, themselves), in addition to a severe, emotional breakdown over a private hell the redhead had evidently been keeping bottled up deep within for years on end. . . .

It bothered Elyon greatly to think about (although try as she might not to do as such), to remember how wounded and infantile Will had appeared on that night, an absolutely far cry from the confident and brave stature she had previously exuded, since the pair's very first encounter with one another earlier that same week.

What an absolute downpour of raw emotion she had to have felt in that moment, having dealt with one heavy burden of her own, separate past for so long and barely coping with it, it seemed, only to have yet another burden to be placed upon her, perhaps just as great. . . .

All of this, suddenly finding myself one of many protectors to the entire planet -The leader of them, at that, according to Csilla - when we're all only children is still a bit much for me to deal with, even though it has become a lot better some, now that I'm no longer alone in it. But I don't think that I could imagine being within Will's shoes, having lived the tragic life that she's experienced up until now, and have to now fulfill a duty as a Guardian Soldier, as well . . . especially since people, and being around them in general, let alone looking after or saving them, seems to be pretty much the last thing she'd want to do. I can't blame her. . . . Elyon thought with great morose and an added sigh from where she presently sat, a bit lopsidedly next to a quietly speaking Taranee.

It was now currently a Friday afternoon, and the weekend was finally ahead of both girls to do with as they pleased, and so far, the kindhearted intellectual had chosen to spend some of it properly fulfilling her previously offered services as Elyon's private tutor.

The duo had met up with one another at what was increasingly becoming their favored hangout (much as it had always been between Elyon and Alchemy throughout the years, although obviously not within the newfound, still very much secret 'added perk' of sorts that the enchanted Csilla had taken steps to create for her charges), The Musical Star Café, where they would spend at least an hour's time upon their current lesson.

This agreement hadn't honestly bothered Elyon to come to, figuring that it would have been a rather smart idea to take advantage of getting as much of her weekend homework out of the way as she could, before she settled back into her bedroom sanctuary later on that day, and most probably sulked over what she was now privately referring to 'The Will Dilemma,' straight until the following Monday morning.

But now, she was finding herself feeling increasingly guilty over having decided to allow Taranee to assist her with her studies, given that not one word the academic genius had been speaking over what Elyon had, before zoning out, at least managed to catch to be 'Roots and Exponents,' was even remotely registering.

And given that the young girl had to leave straight after to make it to her tap and jazz session on time, as today was her another one of her dancing lessons days, this only served to further ferment Elyon's guilty conscience.

She was about to speak up and finally own up to her lack of concentration throughout the entire lesson, which, upon looking down at her yellow colored wristwatch wrapped securely around her right wrist in that moment, she then realized was now approaching the thirty minute mark, when Taranee suddenly beat her to it.

". . . . Is something the matter, Miss Brown? I only ask because, given that I do tutor many others besides yourself, I've gotten pretty used to the glazed over expressions some of them might possess during our sessions," she softly commented with an accompanying smile to indicate no hard feelings over the astute observation.

Feeling her milk and honeyed complexion growing warm within immediate abashment, Elyon quickly straightened her posture within her seat, at the same time that she flashed her new friend an apologetic simper of her own.

This had admittedly been the very first smile she had managed to for the remainder of that week, as the woeful concerns she'd continued to feel towards the missing Will were far too overpowering, otherwise. And this, as well, made her feel all the more upset and guilt-ridden, as she was quite positive the absence of her traditionally sunny disposition hadn't gone unnoticed by any of her other companions at school (all of whom, while seeming to have become affected by the foreign behavior, had chosen not to draw much attention to it, perhaps out of quiet respect, leaving Elyon to feel a bit grateful for, as she most likely would have started to cry over the matter if they had).

It certainly hadn't escaped Taranee's attention, the very moment she had laid eyes upon her earlier that afternoon, after days of being unable to since their last battle together as Guardian Soldiers. They had managed to squeeze in a little telephone time the previous evening, however, although it had only lasted for a few minutes and was spent discussing their tutorial plans for today.

Still, even through the decreased amount of time, and natural awkwardness that she, at least, had felt to have been sharing her premiere telephone conversation with the usually bubbly teenager (especially since it had been under the shy girl's own, fairly uncommon initiative, at that), Taranee had nonetheless managed to catch the distinct shift within Elyon's over conduct.

She had been rather tempted to have asked the blonde right then and there that evening if something was troubling her, but had decided against it in the end, mainly because she had heard the greatly strained effort the smaller girl had been making to sound as unaffected about anything at all on the other end of the telephone line.

But it didn't matter.

Taranee already had had a strong inkling of what could have been the matter with the young woman, much as she was even now, as the two continued to sit side by side and surrounded by their mathematical note and textbooks, upon one of the two, always comfortable and spacious couches within the Guardian Soldiers' secret headquarters.

Truth be told, that was the primary reason why Taranee had wanted to schedule a meeting between the two of them of the non-Entity-fighting variety, just in case there wouldn't be any such activity any time soon, and thus their individual weekends carried on without possibly ever seeing one another until the following week.

She didn't want to run the risk of Elyon carrying all of the turbulent emotions she clearly now held within her for that long, without anyone to talk to about it (except perhaps for Csilla, of course, although Taranee wasn't entirely certain yet if the usually knowledgeable feline was also personally aware of her premiere charge's change within behavior) . . . given its rather delicate and thus far rather concealed overall nature.

'Psychic' or no, Taranee had already foreseen that the abrupt and emotionally rattling fallout between the new girl, Will Vandom, Elyon, and herself as fellow Guardian Soldier teammates would undoubtedly rock the pigtailed blonde to her core.

True, she did not know her all too well quite yet, but Taranee already knew one thing for certain about the blue-eyed girl, something which increasingly made the talented teenager feel honestly fortunate to have someone like her within her life: Elyon cared, and she cared a lot, for just about everything and everyone. . . .

And because she did, and with such ferocity, Taranee felt an almost, inexplicable obligation, of sorts, to make sure that anything which could pose a potential threat to obscuring the other girl's naturally compassionate resolve be remedied as swiftly as possible.

Besides, it's the least I could do . . . I mean, given how kind and sweet she's always been with me, and even been concerned about me at times, as well, Taranee silently reflected with another miniscule smile gracing her full-pouted lips at the thought, before carefully placing her sharpened pencil upon the page she had been previously reading from within her thick, white colored textbook, and closed it.

Csilla, whose otherwise usually noticeable presence both girls had for a change admittedly forgotten about, once the trio had entered the magically cloaked predominantly black and white themed lounge area, suddenly appeared from behind Elyon as she gracefully jumped onto the arm of the white colored couch.

Her rich, green eyes seemed rather heavy, as well as watery, as though she had been asleep somewhere within the vast room throughout the entire half hour they all had been there, and the rather generous yawn she then allowed to escape past her furry, miniscule sized lips only added to the general assumption.

"Oh! Ex . . . cuse me, girls," the wise feline apologized in between her fatigued exhale, before gently digging the sharp claws of both her front, as well as hind paws into the arm of the couch where she continued to perch herself, and proceeded to raise her back high into the air as she arched her entire body, in order to give herself a nice, good stretch. "Mmmm. . . . Now, then. What was that I heard about something being wrong with Elyon? I have to admit that I have been wondering that, myself, during the last few days . . . although I might already have a strong understanding as to why. . . ."

Sighing heavily at this, Elyon lightly shook her sunlit colored head before abruptly rising to her feet, succeeding within startling both Taranee, and the mystical animal who'd been formerly on either side of her.

"It's just -! I mean . . . I haven't been able to stop thinking about Will. . . . I mean, everything about her . . . who she is, who she was . . . her past . . . and the fact that she's also now a member of our team. . . . Or, at least, how she was supposed to be," she lightly revealed, voice barely above a whisper and already beginning to crack with presently unshed tears, as she was at last able to voice what had been on her mind and within her heart for what felt like decades. "A-And the worst part of it all is that I don't even know where she lives, so that I could at least go to her house and try to console her! It's been absolute torture going back to school every day since our first battle together as Soldiers, and then never seeing her during lunchtime again. . . . I mean, w-what if . . . what if something happened to her, like another Entity got to her, and that's the real reason why she's stopped coming to school? How could we - How could I possess such so called 'great powers,' and yet still manage to feel so helpless over being unable to help out one of my friends?"

Just simply listening to Elyon finally let out every last one of her stressful concerns, and how much it was clearly tearing her apart, was enough to make Taranee begin to tear up, herself, which then made her silently thankful that the petite girl had thus far opted within keeping her back turned to her two companions, as the sight of the dishwater blonde's undoubtedly puckered up and reddened face so full of heartache would probably be enough to make her break, as well. . . .

Pausing for a moment, allowing for the dual chance for her primary ward to calm down, if only minutely, as well as for her own, extended opportunity to carry out her present thought as delicately as she could (for she was well aware that most definitely Elyon, if not also Taranee, would not at all be keen about it), Csilla softly cleared her throat, before just as gently presenting both girls with an ever present truth about their overall situation.

"I . . . I know that, clearly, what had transpired between all four of us that particular night had been rather . . . tumultuous and sideswiping, at best . . . and maybe one day, very soon, even, the three of us will be able to get through to her somehow and let her know that we can be her friends if only she'll let us be, but . . . the fact still remains that, Will is still a Guardian Soldier, and will be until the very end, regardless of whether or not any of us are successful within fully bridging the obvious gap set between us all at present. . . ." the tiny female cat spoke within a matter-of-fact, almost heartless capacity, although her emerald hued eyes effortlessly betrayed her to reveal the undeniable care she now possessed for her at times flaky and bothersome, but always loyal and true pupil, Elyon.

Despite seeing this for herself, as she currently had the advantage Elyon did not of being seated right next to the fluffy feline, Taranee was nonetheless feeling a bit taken aback by her newfound mentor's words, and knew for absolute certain that Elyon would be, as well.

Sure enough, the blue-eyed girl promptly whirled around within her spot, commonly messy pigtails slicing through the air and briefly slapping at her left cheek and right shoulder as she did so.

"W-What? How could you say such a thing, Csilla? Are you telling me that having Will be 'Sailorjupiter' is more important than having her be all right, a-and maybe . . . maybe even becoming an actual friend one day?" Elyon expressed with profound shock and admitted disgust, something she had never felt towards the mystical instructor before.

She then maneuvered herself around the elongated couch, suddenly feeling the great need to distance herself from Csilla, and headed towards the small kitchen bar area for something to drink, in hopes of calming her nerves.

"You know - Or should know, anyhow, that it is not like that at all, Elyon! Of course I, too, would enjoy it tremendously if things could be swiftly mended within Will's life - Everything. And if her becoming our, or even just your friend, alone, would help in that, then more blessings all around," Csilla began with a sharp exhale, as she and Taranee simultaneously turned within their seats to get a better view of the temporarily retreating Guardian Soldier, "but she still is who she is, as you, yourself, had put it just moments before. At the end of the day, she will still be a Guardian Soldier, and as much as you, and perhaps even she, herself, now, would very much like to have that altered, it cannot be. We have to somehow convince her to take up her responsibilities as Sailorjupiter, for there are no substitutes. . . ."

After having taken a generous sip of the cool and refreshing glass of water she had just then poured for herself from out of the miniature refrigerator, Elyon swiftly wiped at both her mouth and her eyes, in order to free them from the previously afflicting moisture, although each for naturally separate reasons.

"That is not what I meant when I said that Will 'is who she is,' and you know it, Csilla!" she barked within furthered upset, pointing the index finger of her right, free hand straight towards the bluish-gray cat from across the way, whose turn it now was to feel utter disbelief of her own, however over how uncharacteristically forceful the young blonde was currently being.

Throughout all of the already mounting squabbles the two had shared together since the very day they'd first met, none had ever come anywhere close to being as serious as this present disagreement was rapidly seeming to become.

It was certainly a little more than disconcerting, to say the least.

"Will's being a Guardian Soldier only now consumes what she is, just like it does for Taranee and me! But it will never be who she is - Who any of us truly are," Elyon chose to continue from her new place in front of the closed refrigerator, setting down the partially consumed, clear glass of water upon the white counter-top in front of her. She then took a step towards both Csilla, and the ever silent Taranee, watery blue eyes now alight with a fiery passion, a passion, period, which she had not felt in days. "All I wanted was to be Will's friend, well before the 'distinct feeling,' or sensing, or whatever you do whenever looking for the next Guardian Soldier happened about her, Csilla . . . and I still wanted to be the same kind of friend to her even after we'd all found out the truth, just like how I wanted that with you, Taranee. . . . But, even if her being Sailorjupiter and actively helping us to fight would mean the definitive difference between life or death, I . . . I-I still can't force her to join us. I won't, I'm sorry. . . ."

While Elyon's startling, although unmistakable standpoint upon the rather pressing matter had even barely begun to sink in for the two remaining females, she then suddenly moved back towards the twin couches where the pair continued to sit, however only to hurriedly gather up her belongings.

It was witnessing this act which finally jolted Taranee out of her muted daze.

"W-Wait, what are you doing, Miss Brown? Where are you going? We still have another twenty-three minutes left to study," she stammered out, a bit stupidly, against her contradicting, natural brilliance, before promptly choosing to amend herself as she this time carelessly tossed her math book aside in order to stand properly up. "I-If you don't wish to continue, which I can completely understand, given the recent turn of events, w-we can all just stay and try to relax for a little, too! I mean, we could read some more of the latest magazines set up over there, o-or pop some popcorn before listening to a few of Cornelia Hale's music tracks, instead! T-That's the beauty of Csilla's handiwork with this secret room, and the various devices she'd placed within: We can do virtually anything we wish!"

She knew she was admittedly laying it on a bit too thickly within her avid plea to have the emotionally wounded blonde stay, if only just long enough to effectively calm down, so that when she did eventually leave, Taranee, and perhaps Csilla, as well (although the feline, unlike her, had the better advantage of dwelling within the same abode as the girl in question during such times), wouldn't spend the remainder of that day, and maybe even the entire weekend going nearly mad with worry over her state of being.

And she figured that tactfully mentioning the girls' shared interest within the smaller teenager's absolute hero, Cornelia Hale, would be a good step within the right direction at the very least, as the famous singer never seemed to fail within brightening up Elyon's day.

At least, she never seemed to, until today. . . .

". . . . S-Sorry, Taranee . . . but I think I'd just like to head home and be alone for a little while, if you don't mind," Elyon listlessly responded with a small shake of her head, much to Taranee's, and evidently Csilla's demoralization, who then hung her small head low and slowly began to bend her normally pointed ears back within blatant affect. "I'm really sorry to cut our lesson short like this, honestly, and to leave . . . but my head's not honestly within the right place right now, so I couldn't honestly concentrate much anymore, or be the best company to you guys. . . ."

"W-Well . . . at least, would you like us to walk you out, or walk you home or something, instead, then?" Taranee offered her companionship within one last ditch effort to ease the pigtailed girl's ongoing suffering, watching with helpless eyes as she already made her way towards the golden hued elevators which would lead her back up to the café's public entrance and exit.

"No . . . no, I'll be fine. But thank you, though, Taranee, really. . . . I'll maybe call you later this weekend just to check in or something, but if not, have a good weekend, all right? . . . . Be safe. . . ." Elyon replied with a faint, shaky smile of mild reassurance after entering the elevator and turning to face her remaining comrade, while primarily thinking of her missing other upon uttering her final words, just as the metallic doors slid closed.

". . . . Well, that went well, didn't it?" Csilla whispered within saddened defeat, mainly to herself than to Taranee, once her first charge had gone. Taranee, her own resolve feeling rather broken, as well, slowly pulled her gaze away from the once again sealed elevator, and then settled it upon the forlorn cat within sympathy.

It was almost surreal, the last, mere minutes which had just passed, especially now, witnessing Csilla within all her shattered glory.

She was the one who was meant to always remain strong, to have all of the right answers, and to know just what to do. It was admittedly part of the comfort which aided Taranee within her own personal feelings over suddenly having become a savior to all.

And Csilla was also the one who, although with curious tact with the few words said about it, helped place her within the right direction towards her road to better understanding, and perhaps even accepting her natural (or, unnatural, as she always felt them to be) psychic abilities, to the point where she had already secretly begun incorporating meditative activities into her increasingly busy schedule.

Taranee wasn't honestly sure if her newfound efforts were at all helping, or even if it was a correct effort for her particular ability, but the very fact that she was setting out to even try at all spoke volumes for the amount of assistance and guidance Csilla had already provided to the young girl.

And so I'm going to help her, as well . . . as best that I can, anyway. And maybe in by doing so, it will help fix things between she and Miss Brown, thus helping Miss Brown, also. . . . But, how? Taranee thought within a mixture of determination and helplessness all at once, lightly tugging at the end of her habitually French-braided hair as she did so.

And then it hit her.

Without a word, she moved from her place before the still sulking Csilla, and towards the uniquely circular shaped computer, which had been set up near the couches upon the left-hand side of the vast room. Taking a seat at the black colored work desk which housed the ivory hued machine, Taranee immediately set about putting her newly formed idea into motion, a small, but growing smile spreading across her smooth visage.

". . . . T . . . Taranee? What are you doing?" she could then hear Csilla's tiny voice sound from behind her, over the fierce clicking sound effects of the astute girl's skilled typing.

"Well . . . remember a few days ago when you first informed me of your theories about how Sailor V might be our princess? And then how you and I then set about collecting as much research and information about her as we could, either here through the use of the computer, or when you personally had attempted to locate and then track her on foot?" Taranee began slowly, as she was already becoming too engrossed within the apparent investigation she was now conducting to speak within the normal, non-distracted pace she possessed.

Unsure of where her remaining pupil was going with her train of thought, Csilla nodded slowly from her place upon the couch, before swiftly jumping off of it and effortlessly closing the distance between the two of them, as she made her way over to her.

"Yes . . . Y-Yes, of course I do. . . . Are you attempting to resume our efforts? We have not even informed Elyon about it yet, although I had hoped we would have had the opportunity to today, but. . . . A-Anyway, I do wonder how far we may succeed this time, however, as our computer exploration has so far been more successful than my attempts to track her next whereabouts, as you'd mentioned . . . and our computer research hasn't been that much more beneficiary thus far, at that," she replied with a sigh, although she was beginning to sound much more like the traditionally knowledgeable, authoritative, yet benignant Csilla she had always conveyed to Taranee since day one.

And hearing the distinct change within her disposition already only furthered Taranee's growing confidence that she was on the right track with what she was currently planning.

Her warm brown eyes, from behind her dark framed and slender eyeglasses, continued to both scan, then absorb the various pieces of information being displayed upon the white colored computer, before she then spoke once more.

"True . . . our research hasn't exactly been the most fruitful so far, Csilla . . . but then, we are attempting to delve into something which is rather otherworldly, while using means which are . . . or at least, for the most part, anyhow," she remarked with another smile, turning her onyx colored head towards the individual in question, who had just then carefully jumped onto the desk at her right side, in order to get a better view of what the young woman was typing.

Momentarily returning the similar facial expression, Csilla could then feel it begin to fade the moment she'd turned her attention more properly onto the computer screen, to see that Taranee wasn't searching for anything even remotely related to Sailor V at all, but. . . .

". . . . Will? You are attempting to locate Will, instead?" the Russian Blue feline queried with an honest look of perplexity scrawled across her tiny face. "I . . . suppose that I can at least understand your intention, anyway . . . I mean, it had been your suggestion in the first place to try to find out more about Sailor V through the use of the computer and your . . . 'Inter . . . Net' as it's called, but do you really think it can help us locate Will in the meantime? After all, if anyone could find her, it'd be me, and I have not been able to properly sense her since the last time we had encountered one another. . . ."

At this, Taranee promptly stopped typing, and slightly turned within her swivel chair to look upon the bothered cat more properly.

"Wait . . . I thought that you could always sense where all of us are once we've been 'activated,' as it were? Or, at least have a pretty strong idea of who is the next Guardian Soldier, and who is not, if you're within the same vicinity as they are before they've awakened . . . you know, because the seven-pointed star mark upon your forehead also reacts, as well? Isn't that how it's happened for each of us thus far, anyway?" she asked with a small frown of confusion, before softly biting down onto her bottom lip as a new, much more pressing inquiry infiltrated her mind. "If . . . if you can't feel Miss Vandom's presence, then does that mean . . . that is . . . is she -"

"- No, I would definitely know that if . . . 'that' were the case, which it thankfully is not, Taranee," Csilla gently interrupted in order to promptly put the girl's mind at ease. "In fact, there will soon come a time when each of you as Guardian Soldiers, just as you will also be able to discern each of your specific whereabouts, as well, will even be able to sense such an event as that for one another, once you've all fully awakened and your connective bond matures . . . but hopefully none of you will ever need to feel such a morbid sensation as that, of course. . . . No. I believe that the reason I am unable to fully sense Will's current location is mainly due to the fact that, while she has awakened within the same manner as both you and Elyon, she is . . . perhaps managing to suppress it somehow. . . ."

"Suppress it? You mean . . . so it really is possible to stop being a Guardian Soldier, after all?" Taranee thought aloud, her mind already racing over what such a prospect could mean for each of them, and especially what it could mean to Elyon if it were so.

The blonde's new friend would be free to lead as happy a life as she could possibly make it, without having to concern herself with the seemingly never-ending threat to the planet . . . which is precisely all that Elyon wanted for the redhead now.

Possessing quite the strong inkling over where Taranee's current ruminations were currently heading, Csilla calmly then rested her left front paw upon the girl's right hand, which continued to rest casually upon the small computer mouse placed onto the desk, as well.

". . . . I know that all of this, this sudden, and admittedly frightening transition has not been easy for you, Taranee - For any of you. . . . And I imagine that once we've found the remaining Soldiers, it will most probably be quite the alarming eyeopener for the rest of them, as well. . . . I really did mean what I'd said to Elyon earlier about how if I had it within me to change things so that Will, and the rest of you did not have to endure what you have, and will within the near future, then I honestly would," she spoke softly with twinkling green eyes, feeling her tiny heart swelling to twice its size with the ardent attachment she'd already possessed for all three current Guardian Soldiers, in addition to the ones yet to be found. . . .

It was something she had tried so hard to deny at first (although primarily where it concerned the at times exasperating blonde, which, currently unbeknownst to Csilla, was a feeling which was quite mutual on the pigtailed girl's end), perhaps due to moments such as this, where she would have to remind her young proteges, as well as herself, of how their intended legacies could not be changed . . . no matter how much any of them might yearn for it.

Csilla cleared her throat and then lowered her gaze away from the clearly taken aback Taranee, the two of them now sharing the appropriate timidity over the premiere sentimental moment being shared between simply just the two of them.

And even though the bluish-gray feline did want to move on within the conversation, for that very reason, she pressed on in order to finish her final thought upon the matter, feeling it to be far too important to let slide.

". . . . U-Um, but anyhow, I cannot change things for any of you, I'm sorry. . . . I can only do what I can to help guide you within the best of my ability, in order to ensure that you all do your absolute best as the Guardian Soldiers you were each meant to be," she concluded that particular sentiment with a little less conviction than what she'd begun with, before raising her emerald tinted eyes to meet Taranee's brown, as she then returned to the more pressing situation at hand. "But, back to the matter concerning Will, specifically. . . . I believe that perhaps the reason she is capable of subduing her newfound powers and thus, effectively cloaking herself from me for the time being, is because that she, unlike you and Elyon . . . well, by comparison, anyhow, has avidly rejected her position as a Guardian Soldier . . . as Sailorjupiter. . . ."

Beginning to nod slowly within growing understanding, at least over this specific issue, if not the one momentarily discussed prior to, Taranee carefully removed her right hand away from the mouse and from Csilla, in order to interlock it with her left within a light clasp.

". . . . I think I understand your point, Csilla. . . . This is a behavior quite common within the studies of human psychology, for example. That is, if an individual has experienced something so horrific, or traumatizing, to where he or she would wish only to forget it had even occurred, then he or she would then proceed to block it out so excessively and repeatedly, to a point where it's quite honestly as though the incident really hadn't happened at all," she explained carefully, lest the small animal grew lost within her meaning, although she highly doubted it, given that Csilla was rather sagacious, herself, overall . . . even if a few earthly devices did seem to bewilder her at times, at least initially, such as the Internet. "I think that it's highly possible that this is precisely what Miss Vandom has done for herself about the recent change within events. But, perhaps because we are dealing with something rather supernatural, that mental and emotional denial she has placed upon herself for this has now also translated into a blockade for her Guardian Soldier powers. . . . I wonder, though, if this means that if she were to ever be attacked by another Entity from now, until the time we've successfully located her, that she wouldn't be able to transform again?"

I also wonder if her having become a Guardian Soldier hadn't jarred her trying past she'd shared with all of us to the surface as a result, and possibly undid any emotional restraining she may have done in regards to that, as well, Taranee thought a bit pensively, suddenly beginning to ponder over whether or not her trying to locate the troubled redhead was a good idea, after all, as she was now starting to feel just as torn as Elyon, over whether including Will into their enchanted team and trying to get her to actively participate within it was honestly wise, or even worth it.

It just really didn't seem all that fair to her within the long run. . . .

"I'm not honestly sure about that, Taranee, as Will's apparent ability to suppress her already activated powers is quite the impressive feat in and of itself, I will admit. . . . Her willpower truly is one to behold," Csilla allowed herself to openly marvel, already feeling quite impressed with the capabilities the red haired tomboy in question apparently possessed, which made her then begin to wonder just how capable she truly could be as a participating Guardian Soldier. If they ever found, and then successfully convinced her to be, that is. "This is precisely one of the reasons why she must be found, Taranee. That very strength of will she possesses is a key indicator of just how powerful she ultimately could become - How all of you could ultimately become. . . . However, without the proper guidance, I fear she will become a sitting duck for all the forces of evil out there, which are just eager to take advantage of the situation. . . ."

Hearing once more of how the strong possibility of Will becoming a potential target and victim for their vile opponents, yet again, could very well one day soon become an undeniable reality, Taranee decided for herself that helping to find her as soon as possible was what was, for now, their most important agenda.

And so, without another word, she turned back towards the temporarily forgotten computer in order to resume her search, feeling herself working twice as hard as a result.

Csilla, meanwhile, was still a bit curious as to how the young girl would be able to locate the missing teenager, even with her vast intellect on her side to use at her own disposal. And so, she'd then asked precisely that.

"Well . . . unlike the Sailor V search, where, for now, at least, we've mainly been combing through any and all related stock media concerning her, I'm currently attempting to simply locate Miss Vandom's home address, instead," Taranee began to explain upon having listened to Csilla's previous query.

This response, however, did little to squelch the female animal's quest for furthered understanding.

"But, how do you plan to do such a thing, Taranee? I'd imagine that if any of us had possessed Will's address in the first place, we would have established contact with her days ago," Csilla remarked with a tiny, perplexed scowl, tilting her head to one side and lightly swishing her long, slender tail back and forth behind her, as she continued to split her attention between the computer screen and the studious girl next to her.

"True, Csilla . . . but I have to admit that I believe I have heard Miss Vandom's name before," Taranee started, pausing within her search a moment in order to award the furry creature beside her a sheepish look within the corner of her eye. "That is . . . before our first, formal introduction, of course. But it honestly hadn't come to me until today, after the disagreement between you and Miss Brown. . . . So, what I'm trying to do now is to see if anything significant comes up about her - Or, at least her surname, anyway. Although, I have a strong feeling that perhaps her first name will, as well. . . ."

As Csilla silently began to wonder if this hunch of Taranee's wasn't merely due to her clairvoyant capabilities, which were now merely manifesting themselves and beginning to advance further along without her even realizing (which would not honestly be that much of a stretch, that, considering that the bright girl, herself, had already candidly revealed that she was more or less nowhere near close to beginning to understand those particular powers), she suddenly heard the young girl gasp within delight.

Clearly, she had found something valuable.

Turning her attention back onto the sphere shaped computer screen, Csilla could now see what had had Taranee so enraptured. For there, pulled up for the two of them to read, was a rather informative online news article, with the title informatively reading, 'Late Garrick Plaza Hotel Tycoon's Only Child Stands to Inherit Millions, at Only Thirteen-Years-Old' within bold, big, black letters.

But it wasn't that which had immediately caught both females' attention.

It had been the slightly more subtle, at least within size, subtitle which scrawled itself directly beneath its predecessor:

'Thomas Vandom's Young Daughter, 'W,' Now Becomes One of the Youngest CEOs in America, as His Sole Heiress to His Entire Empire.'

Slowly managing to tear their eyes away from the glowing, white computer screen, both Taranee and Csilla could only gaze upon one another with a knowing, yet at the same time taken aback sort of expression, before Taranee then volunteered to read the full article aloud.

"'Thomas Vandom, son of Thomas Vandom, Senior, the original founder of the Garrick Plaza Hotel empire, which extends clear across the United States, in addition to several parts of Canada, leaves behind more than just his family.

The notoriously headstrong, and savvy businessman also leaves behind his entire estate to his only offspring, his daughter, who happens to be only thirteen-years-old.

'W,' as several of her newly acquired attorneys have expressed that she simply be referred to as within the media, due to her young age and uniquely given circumstances, has been appointed her late father's former position within company, making her one of the youngest Chief Executive Officers, or CEOs, within the country.

The news of Mr. Vandom's decision had recently been revealed during a much anticipated press conference Thursday evening, concerning the fate of the Vandom Family's durably established domain, by his long time compatriot, Milorad Sorge.

'As a seasoned co-executive to the Garrick Plaza Hotel establishment, even now, after Mr. Vandom's unexpected passing six months prior, I do intend to remain as such, and to do the best that I can to assist his young daughter within her upcoming and ongoing transition, one which will undoubtedly be trying, to say the least,' he said, upon having been promptly asked what the revelation of both Mr. Vandom's sudden demise, as well as will and testament would mean for him, specifically, and for his own steady position within the company.

As for what it will mean for 'W,' herself, only time will tell. . . .'" Taranee finally finished within her reading without pausing to take a break, then after letting out a rather heavy exhale, while both she and Csilla allowed the newfound information to properly sink in.

Neither of them bothered to offer up any of their own personal thoughts or feelings upon the matter quite yet, although both were fairly certain that nothing honestly needed to be, as the article, itself, had spoken volumes.

It was now increasingly becoming more and more understandable as to why Will would currently be possibly attempting to suppress her newfound powers as Sailorjupiter.

First, there had always been the issue of trying to cope with a family history such as her own, with it evidently having been quite tumultuous, long before her father had abruptly passed away, and her mother willingly choosing to abandon her shortly thereafter.

Then, to suddenly having to grow up all more swiftly, due to the apparently added bonus of unavoidably becoming the frontrunner to a multi-million dollar company during an age where she should have been becoming expectantly more concerned about passing her next school exam, rather than worrying over such dilemmas as which of her thousands of sudden employees would have to be let go.

And now, because there was also the matter of having to face the fact that she suddenly held dominion over such an extraordinary, elemental power, power which was evidently meant to be used against creatures never before imagined, it was nearly an honest marvel that Will was still standing, with such a profoundly chaotic life as hers. . . .

Hesitating for a moment, Csilla was the first to speak again, honestly finding herself secretly wishing more and more that the fate of Will, as well as the rest of the Guardian Soldiers really didn't have to be what it was, and could be rewritten somehow, after all.

". . . . We . . . We had been informed by Will, herself, that the circumstances within her young life up to now had been one to behold, but . . . I had no idea that it extended even farther than what she had personally revealed. . . . I can see why she had chosen to withhold such information from us," she murmured softly with saddened eyes, as they began to re-read the one-year-old article still opened upon the computer screen. "That certainly seems to be a lot of responsibility thrust upon someone so young. . . ."

Csilla found herself trailing off as she realized the strong relativity within her words. It seemed as though nothing but great responsibilities were thrust upon many a youthful individual.

For Will.

For the rest of the Guardian Soldiers.

Even for the Princess, which was one of the few things Csilla could manage to recall within her curiously, and at times flabbergasting limited memory, an overall fact which she discreetly chose to keep to herself. . . .

"I know. . . . The more we learn about her, the more I feel certain that I could not ever be able to handle any of what she has had to endure, myself," Taranee suddenly replied within agreement, breaking through her mentor's silent reverie and inner, carefully concealed affliction. She then reached out to click upon a link provided at the bottom of the completed article, which evidently led to another, although still relative article about the Vandom Family, and their overall legacy. ". . . . Hmm . . . this one seems to be repeating pretty much what the first article had stated, about how Mister Vandom had passed away and what it means for Miss Vandom, but also goes more into detail about the actual family, itself, more so than the business. . . . It says here that Mister Vandom, Senior, who had started with absolutely nothing and with a limited education, at that, had inevitably managed to create the very successful hotel empire it is known for being today. . . . He had evidently perished almost twenty years prior due to a stroke, thereafter leaving his entire estate to his only son, instead of to his wife, Margaret, Mister Vandom Junior's mother, who is by now also deceased. . . . It seems that Mister Vandom, Junior, had perhaps inherited that particular 'trait' of sorts from his father, as it goes on to state how, when he had left everything to Miss Vandom, he, too, had left nothing to her mother . . . although, I suppose that that's just as well, seeing as Misses Vandom had decidedly gone away. Even this article doesn't seem to know of her current whereabouts, or at least her whereabouts at the time this had been written one year ago, anyway. . . ."

"Indeed. . . . Then I suppose that this followup article definitely settles any lingering doubt either one of us might have had over whether the 'W' Vandom' they had been referring to and our Will are one in the same," Csilla said with small, disapproving shake of her head in regards to the redhead's estranged mother, yet another detail concerning the newly found Sailorjupiter's life which had been rather difficult for the young feline to grapple against. "At least now we know a bit more about her identity. . . . Good work, Taranee. . . ."

Taranee felt her mocha hued cheeks grow a bit flushed within slight embarrassment over the unexpected praise, especially over an otherwise discouraging issue, but she gave a small smile within appreciation towards the furry female next to her, nonetheless.

"Thank you, Csilla. . . . Now, all that's left to do is to make a list of all of the 'Garrick Plaza Hotels' within the area, and see if any one of their employees would possibly be willing to, at the very least, point us within the right direction in regards to where to find Miss Vandom, if they're at all allowed to," she responded with a brief nod of furthered acknowledgment, before returning her attention back onto the computer screen, in order to begin typing in a brand new search.

Csilla lightly frowned at the news.

"An admirable idea, Taranee, but do you not think that doing so will be like trying to look for a needle within a haystack, even if you do manage to pinpoint every last nearby hotel Will's family owns? I mean, it hadn't exactly been all too easy for me to finally locate Elyon when I had first come to this city searching for her, and even after I had managed to sense her presence and figure out where she lived, herself, it was still at times difficult to keep up with her," the magically blessed cat openly admitted within relevance, causing Taranee to promptly cease within her renewed typing.

She, too, then began to scowl in wonder, as Csilla's quite valid point quickly sank in.

"Hmm . . . I suppose you're right about that, Csilla. I mean, without you being able to actively sense Miss Vandom at the moment, and with her lawyers evidently having taken great steps to ensure her privacy and safety, I can't even attempt to properly locate her home address or anything close to that anymore, as originally planned," Taranee remarked within a defeated sort of air, now leaning back within her seat as she then gingerly began to rub at her temples with the both of her hands, after having taken off her glasses. "I'm afraid we're back to where we'd started. . . ."

The concerned pair then sat within returned silence for a few moments, feeling more and more helpless over their debacle as the seconds passed . . . that is, until something abruptly clicked inside of Csilla, it now being her turn at attempting to execute a hopeful plan upon the matter.

"Ah! I do not know why I hadn't thought of this much sooner! Days sooner, to be more precise! I must simply be losing my touch then, it seems!" she suddenly blurted out within excitement, causing Taranee to jump within her seat in surprise, and drop her spectacles onto the floor as a result.

"O-Oh! W-What's the matter, Csilla? What didn't you think of sooner?" the naturally reserved intellect asked within continued jitters, before bending over to retrieve her fallen corrective eyewear. As she did so, Csilla quickly jumped off of the computer work desk, before standing just a few feet away from her.

"How to finally locate Will! The solution had been right there in front of us - Well, in front of me all along!" she offered up as the only sort of explanation, which really hadn't been one at all, before she then curiously closed her eyes and began to seemingly concentrate.

Before Taranee could have ventured another inquiry about the increasingly befuddling turn of events, she then silently watched as the naturally lime green, seven-pointed star upon Csilla's forehead began to glow a more richer shade of olive, much within the way that it had prior to Will's premiere experience as Sailorjupiter.

And as Taranee had carefully replaced her eyeglasses back onto her face, a brief flash of light, the same hue as Csilla's currently glowing forehead occurred, causing the young human girl to turn her head away and shield her eyes within protection.

". . . . There! Now we can use this to aid us within our search for Will!" she could hear Csilla announce with profound eagerness, as well as admitted relief sounding within her small voice, just as Taranee reopened her brown eyes and returned her attention onto the talking feline.

Looking at her once more, she could see that the oddly shaped, and quite mystical birthmark had ceased within its former illumination, although the newfound smile upon the cat's face was currently coming close to rivaling its erstwhile intensity.

It was then that Taranee finally took notice of what looked to be a cellphone carefully placed upon the floor, in between the two females. In truth, it seemed to be yet another iPhone of Csilla's creation, to be more precise, or, 'gPhone' as she called the ones she'd bestowed onto both Elyon and Taranee as gifts not too long ago.

This one, as well, was rather unique within its outer shell, or casing, much within the way its predecessors had been, although being chartreuse in color and possessing various, white hot lightning streaks which intermingled with the soft pink tinted flower petals further decorating the back of it.

And within the very center of the beautiful, overall design, was the dark green, now increasingly familiar sign of the planet Jupiter. . . .

". . . . Miss Vandom's gPhone," Taranee whispered softly within a mixture of realization and awe, watching as Csilla carefully leaned forward to scoop it up into her mouth, before then just as carefully jumping onto her young pupil's lap to place it onto.

Upon doing so, the rather intelligent and gifted feline then nodded within continued happiness, before stating, "Precisely! If you'll forgive my delayed recovery within recalling one of my own creations, I'll explain myself further, now! You see, as I had already explained to both you and Elyon after first presenting your own gPhones to the two of you, they can be used to magically transform yourselves into whatever you see fit," she began within her usual, instructional air, before slowly climbing off of the brown-eyed girl's lap and back onto the black computer desk, leaving Will's presently unclaimed gPhone behind. "However, what I hadn't mentioned to you girls was how they were made from the same energy signature as each of your transformation items, as well. . . ."

At this, Taranee automatically looked down at the ring finger of her right hand, which now habitually possessed the silvery, enchanted band, with the dark red jewel containing her specific Guardian Soldier symbol of Mars.

She then gazed upon Will's gPhone, as she gingerly lifted it up with her left hand, and proceeded to look between it and her personally designated transformation ring, as though trying to piece together the still admittedly unclear puzzle Csilla had previously began to construct.

When nothing had yet seemed to register, Taranee said nothing, signaling for the bluish-gray feline to continue.

"What I am driving at is, because each of your transformation items and gPhones are comprised of essentially the same given energy as your innate powers as Guardian Soldiers, then -"

"- T-Then, in theory, you should be to focus your attention onto Miss Vandom's gPhone here, which would then perhaps resonate with her own Guardian ring, which should hopefully still be with her, wherever that might end up being! I get it, Csilla!" Taranee interjected without being able to stop herself, as her mind had just then latched onto her mentor's own train of thought. She then looked upon the missing Will's gPhone which was still clasped gently within her left hand with a small, relieved smile, as she finally felt all of the stressful concerns which had been brewing within her for what felt like the longest beginning to wane.

That is, until a new, or rather returned thought then fell upon her.

"Oh . . . wait a second. Far be it for me to even pretend to understand absolutely everything in regards to each of our powers, and what they can do, Csilla, but . . . if you've been unable to sense Miss Vandom's location, due to her apparently doing all that she can to keep her newfound powers bottled up inside, basically, then what good will having her gPhone and your new course of action do in the end? I mean, I imagine that having it now really might make your concentration upon her ring, and thus, her, a bit simpler . . . but isn't there a strong possibility that it will simply cease within working, altogether, as well?" Taranee asked within renewed worry, blindly lowering the contraption in question back onto her lap, as she looked upon the green-eyed animal expectantly.

Csilla thankfully shook her head, however.

"Think of it . . . in terms of a sort of tracking device, like that . . . 'GPS' I'm always hearing Elyon's parents going on about," she began studiously, lightly draping her long tail around the bottom half of her body. "It seems to possess the same sort of principle as you Guardian Soldiers, as well as your transformation items. As I'd stated earlier, all of you will one day soon be able to know where your fellow comrades are, as your overall bond as Soldiers grows; however, until that time, being that each of your individual metamorphic tokens are essentially an extension of yourselves, we can use them as a backup locator, no matter if one of you, like Will, attempts to suppress her powers. At least, that is the belief, anyhow. Said powers are inborn, and, especially now that they have recently been awakened, she will be unable to shield herself even from these items, I'd wager. . . ."

"Hmm . . . all right, I suppose. . . . So, now what, exactly? Will you take Miss Vandom's gPhone, and just start concentrating until you finally feel wherever the matching energy signature of her transformation ring is?" Taranee pondered aloud, slowly rising to her feet with the magical device in question still in hand, as she then gave her body a small stretch.

Csilla nodded with a miniscule, yet confident smile.

"More or less, yes, Taranee, although I believe that I should probably head out to that park where we had each last seen her. It was the last place where we know for fact she had been and had used her powers, so I'm hoping that this knowledge will shorten my search time," she revealed calmly, before jumping off of the desk once again, and headed towards the golden elevator in the distance. She then suddenly stopped and turned back around to peer up at her Soldier of Fire a bit quizzically. "Taranee . . . about that park, I seem to recall that it was right across the street from a rather large, impressive looking building. I remember it, I'll admit, primarily due to the fact that it was all white within shade, unlike so many of the other, more beige or brown colored constructions I've seen thus far since arriving within this city. . . . A-Anyway, I'm not entirely certain, of course, but I could have sworn that on the very front was an equally large, golden sign, which I believe had read -"

"- 'The Garrick Plaza Hotel!' Of course! How could I have been so asinine?" Taranee gasped, posing the self-demeaning question more so to herself. "You're right, Csilla! That was 'The Garrick Plaza Hotel!' This state of Florida's riddled with them, just like every other state, I'm sure, but downtown Heatherfield would of course have one there, given that downtown is where a lot of various businesspeople gather for seminars, and such. There is the question of another, mirrored hotel not too far from that one, although it's actually around two hours away and within the next city over, so I don't believe that Miss Vandom had had any sort of business to attend to with that particular one on that day, given the distance. . . . No. If she had been within the middle of perhaps looking over the affairs which had been inherited from her late father, right before that Entity had attacked her, then she most likely would have been doing so with the Garrick Plaza Hotel right across the street from where we'd found her!"

Csilla promptly began to feverishly swish her now elevated tail back and forth through the air within excitement, before performing a small, elated sort of hop, through the use of the front half of her body.

"Indeed! And now, while I'm busy within the park with my findings, you can do a bit of investigating at the hotel in the meanwhile, and -!" the formerly eager feline then cut herself off as she realized what she was saying, curiously gazing up towards the star shaped clock hanging upon the wall directly above the elevator doors. "Oh. No, wait. Perhaps this will need to wait until tomorrow morning, instead, at least the looking after Will's hotel part, anyhow, as you've your dancing lesson at three o'clock today, correct?"

At this, Taranee let out a sharp gasp of alarm, before she too looked upon the silvery clock and saw that it now read a mere nine minutes to three within the afternoon.

"Oh, no! I'd honestly completely forgotten all about that!" she admitted with great shame, surprised with herself that she could have ever gotten so distracted as to temporarily blank out about one of her most cherished pursuits, not to mention the fact that it would have been the first time she would have ever been late to any of her scheduled appointments, period.

She quickly rushed back over to the white colored couch which still housed her now scattered belongings, and did her best to scoop up each one of them as hurriedly, yet neatly as she could.

"I'm so sorry about all of this, Taranee. I can see how much your dancing means to you; I shouldn't have gotten you this involved within the predicament over Will, having already previously been aware of where you needed to be, right after concluding your tutorial session with Elyon," Taranee could hear Csilla apologize from behind her, which immediately made her stop within her cleanup efforts.

A great surge of guilt then washed over the young girl's lithe body, as the female cat's words began to echo within her ears.

True, her dancing activities really did mean a great deal to Taranee, and she always looked forward to each lesson every week. And staying on schedule for her many other daily activities, and the efficiency maintained therein, had also become something she'd admittedly taken a bit of pride within over the years.

Still.

She had wanted to help her two new friends, Elyon and Csilla in any way that she could over this particular matter. Neither female had forced or even expected her to, it seemed like, after all.

And besides, wasn't this precisely what I'd always wanted for a long time now, anyway? To experience a little change of pace within my life, and to finally have actual friends who would be there for me, and me for them? Taranee reflectively thought to herself, almost within a reprimanding sort of manner. No. I can't just turn my back on everything now, not when things finally seem to be moving forward. . . .

"Taranee, are you all right? If you don't hurry now, you'll be -"

"- Late. I know, Csilla, and . . . it's all right," Taranee softly interrupted the talking cat with a shy smile, as she turned back around to face her. "After all, as both you and Miss Brown are aware, I attend Madame Isadora's dance classes three days each week, without ever missing even one day . . . well, not counting just recently, when her school had had to be temporarily closed within the aftermath of her Entity Possession. . . . Anyhow, I don't think missing just one class will hurt anything much. And besides . . . right now, this is much more important. . . ."

Csilla's green eyes then began to twinkle with esteemed pride, as she silently marveled at how much at least one of her pupils had already changed in such a short amount of time, whether or not it was yet realized to the young girl, herself.

When Elyon and I had first met her, it would have taken the collective force of nearly the entire city's occupants to get Taranee to actively emerge from out of her shell, or to simply remain within the same room as us, for longer than a few minutes, before promptly excusing herself, she mused with a growing smile upon her face. Now look at her. . . .

". . . . You know, you are a pretty amazing, Taranee, do you know that?" Csilla complimented with extreme sincerity, softly beginning to chuckle upon catching sight of the now taken aback girl's instantly inflamed cheeks. "Yes, it's true. All of the work you'd helped me to accomplish today, and your willingness to do so on behalf of Elyon, who is so beside herself with worry over Will and her present state of being. . . . You are truly a good friend. . . ."

Taranee was absolutely at a loss for words in that moment, which was saying quite a bit, given her naturally vast intellect.

"I-I . . . I. . . ." was all she could muster up by way of response, no longer able to hold the shared gaze between the ever smiling Csilla and herself, as she then looked away. The only thing she could think of then was how lucky it was that Elyon hadn't also been present for such a scene, otherwise she didn't honestly believe she would be able to survive the extreme superfluity she currently felt.

"You're welcome," the Russian Blue feline politely said with an amused nod of her tiny head, taking note that clearly the young teenager's ongoing abashment had presently rendered her mute. And so, until such a time inevitably expired, Csilla then began to walk towards the sealed elevator doors before stating, with an almost beckoning wave of her tail, "Now, then! Let's get a move on, shall we? You may be willing to miss your scheduled lesson for the sake of our team's overall goal, but I'm not willing to let you stay out too late, wandering the streets. Even as a Guardian Soldier, one must still always remain on her toes."



(TO BE CONTINUED IN NEXT PART, Act 5 Part II. . . .)