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Rashida can bear almost anything. As Sailorephrenes, however, there is an entirely different story. Sailorephrenes is still the same even-handed, long-suffering girl, but there now exists a tendency toward tunnel-vision wherever justice is concerned.
She is very quick to jump into a battle to try and right a wrong, often having to be pulled back from the edge by her fellow Senshi. She wants nothing more in this world than to right the wrongs done by the armies of Chikatte, God of Chaos, and stops at nothing to achieve this end, even training and honing her powers into almost a science of amplification to her fellow Senshi.
She prefers to boost their powers and simply relies upon the Blade of Justice, Kai'schiar, and its almost sentient personality to keep her alive.
WARNING: The story of Ephrenes's origin is directly tied to her life on earth in present day. Spoilers may and likely are present; proceed at own risk. As with the awakening, this is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself.
Ma'at knew it was over even before their armies brought word of Acheria and Anila's respective fall. The armies of the Dark God Chikatte were so hell-bent on bringing their master from his prison that it seemed nothing could stop them short of the power of the other Gods...
Who couldn't interfere directly. A power clash of that titan size would rend the fabric of the very universe and destroy them all.
Harakhti drew Ma'at close to him. "I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it," he said.
She made a face at him. "Che...lover, you act like it was you personally that let them through the gates." She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "We were doomed to fall," she said sadly. "Ours is an outer world...one of the first defenses. We can't be surprised by this...if Anila and Acheria couldn't hold, then we won't either. It's the simple face...justice means nothing in the face of pure evil."
Harakhti sighed. "It doesn't make it any easier to know that our friends and comrades are dying up there," he said with a sad look to the sky. "We just didn't have enough power..."
"That's the sad part. Not even all my strength as Sailorephrenes, combined with all the strength of our fellow Mendhaian soldiers could have stopped this." Her eyes went to the part of the sky where she knew the innermost world, Mendhai, named for their star, lay. "My deepest apologies, Regent," she murmured, a sad farewell in her eyes to the King and Queen of that world who had always treated her like their own blood, and to a Princess who had been the best friend a girl or a Princess could have. "Hold me until the end, Harakhti?"
"My Princess' wish is my command," he murmured, and tipped her chin back. As their palace crumbled around them, he held her close in a breathless embrace, a long, loving kiss pressed to her lips, nothing but tenderness in his touch.
The dust would clear hours later to find them both lying lifeless amongst the wreckage of the castle. Even in death, Harakhti's arms had encircled his princess, and now they laid in death as they had in life.
Long, quiet hours passed in almost respectful silence for the lost lives of Et'rhain.
A single figure picked his way through the rubble, short golden hair bobbing in the desolate, mourning winds. Crimson eyes scanned the wreckage, saddening considerably when they came to rest on the pair beneath the wreckage. He sat on a fallen column beside them and lifted his eyes skyward, a few tears slipping free. 'Irrin, my children have fallen.'
'I sorrow for your loss, my son,' Irrin, the Mendhaian father God, replied. 'They have fallen in battle, as have many of the children of your brothers and sisters. And as many more will fall. Chikatte is soon to be free from his prison, and then we are all doomed.'
'This is most unjust,' the golden-haired God said angrily. K'tet, Et'rhainian God of Justice, scowled skyward. 'This thing must not stand. We must restore our children, restore order to our worlds!'
'I fear that it may not be so easy as you demand, my son. But I will consult with my brothers, our Elder Gods...mayhaps they will have a solution for us.'
K'tet sighed, looking out at the desolation that was all that was left of a once-beautiful world of civilized, just people. Something in him shattered with each soldier's Starseed on each world as he felt them fall, and the God of Justice did nothing to stem the flow of tears that dripped from his eyes onto the rubble, weeping openly when he felt the seal on Chikatte's prison break, felt the innermost planet, the last Mendhaian stronghold, the system's namesake, crumble. The last Princess and the last Knight had fallen, hope dashed with their deaths.
Days passed, and Irrin didn't reply. Then, suddenly, the voice came from the skies. 'K'tet,' Irrin called gently, 'the Lady Fate has heard our plea. Our children are to live on a world far from this darkness...a world where evils exist that must be stopped...a place where justice must be served...and your children are to be reborn there as well. Their Starseeds shall now go to meet their new destinies.'
'Then I shall attend them,' K'tet said decisively. He shimmered into the form of the golden, ruby-eyed falcon that was his totem, and took to the sky, wings spread as he soared alongside the golden Starseeds of his children...
His hope.
WARNING: The story of Ephrenes's awakening is taken word for word from the Sailormoon Vengeance chronicle itself; spoilers might be included, but if so, they are small in number and importance.
Kafele blinked. He certainly hadn't expected company on the date. "Rashida, dear," he said mildly as the pair was rather effectively backed into a corner in the Tokyo alley, "are these friends of yours?"
She sighed irritably. "Don't ask stupid questions, Kafele. No, they're not friends of mine." Patience was something Rashida was known for. Just...not right now. It was a little different when she was out on a date with someone she rather liked and there were monsters trying to attack them. "When are they EVER friends of mine? Maybe your little gangster buddies followed us to Japan. How the hell should I know?"
This had been happening ever since they'd gotten to Tokyo. Kafele laughed a little at that. "I hate to say this, but we're outnumbered."
"You noticed," she said drolly. And one of the creatures leaped for them. Rashida couldn't help but cry out when it slashed at her arm. The cut burned, instantly cauterizing. "Ow! Damnit!" She scowled, launching herself at the creatures despite Kafele's yell of protest, and found him swinging fists at them alongside herself.
Of course, she went down rather fast, what with never having taken a martial arts or self defense class in her life. The pile of them was on her, snarling and clawing at her skin, trying to drive her to oblivion.
Kafele tried to get to her, but found his path blocked by several more of the faceless shadows, their own claws reaching for him. Kafele reached for her. "Rashida! RASHIDA!" and as he called her name, his voice seemed to echo into the night sky. Vivid golden light surrounded him, growing to blinding intensity. When it faded he was standing clothed in the golden dress of a warrior, a sword made of pure light in his hand. He began slashing madly at his opponents, cleaving them in twain with the unbreakable blade. Harakhti, guardian of the Et'rhainian princess, Ma'at, lived again.
Rashida squirmed beneath the pile, undergoing her own crisis. Images were flickering like her life before her eyes, though the images in her mind were of people familiar yet never before seen. And then, the basket hilt of a rapier in the hand of someone who was Rashida, but wasn't, came into perfect focus. A blade of clear, brilliant crystal formed on the hilt, and words flickered through Rashida's mind, sending a heady tingle through her entire body. Without even thinking about it, her left hand closed around the same, formerly nonexistant basket hilt, the blade of crystal appearing and impaling two of the shadows as it formed. The words she'd heard in her mind came unbidden to her lips. "Light of Justice, Guide Me!" she cried, and the same golden light that had taken Kafele into his warrior form moments before now swirled insanely around Rashida's body, searing away the creatures of darkness and clothing her in Sailor fuku. The Princess Ma'at of Et'rhain, Sailorephrenes, Protector and Guardian of the River of the Just, the keeper of the Blade of Justice, Kai'schiar, was reborn.
