Serenity and Endymion

Attack on Usagi pt 2

A.N: I've finally found an editor! We're trying out a new style of writing, please let me know what you think! 

---- Mamoru POV---

The air was thick with the scent of ozone — the kind that comes before a storm. It mirrored the weight in my chest. Even the wind around us seemed to hesitate, as if the world itself knew something irreversible was about to happen.

The sound was delicate, crystalline — like a bell breaking underwater. Fragments scattered across the temple floor, glowing like dying stars.

Usagi gasped, her hand flying to her chest. I felt the shock tear through her aura, felt it reverberate through my own bond with the Earth. I wasn't fast enough. 

"Usa—!" I caught her as she fell, the light in her eyes dimming, her breath shallow.

Something inside me broke open.

I turned to Tiger's Eye, my voice low but steady. "You've made a grave mistake."

Fisheye sank to her knees, staring at the pieces. "What have you done... what have we done..."

Tiger's Eye's voice wavered. "It had to be done. It was the only way."

"No," I said. "That's what you tell yourself."

The wind picked up. Dark clouds gathered overhead, drawn to the pull of my fury. The earth beneath us trembled faintly. Roses scattered from my hands, their stems sharp as blades.

Tiger's Eye raised his weapon, trying to steady his voice. "You don't understand what it's like to not have a dream."

I stepped forward, the ground cracking with each stride. "Is a dream achieved by breaking others worth it? Is that really the type of dream you wanted?!" 

Lightning split the sky. I drew my sword. 

Tiger's Eye attacked first. He moved fast — faster than I expected, a streak of gold and flame. I met his strike with a clash that sent sparks flying.

His teeth clenched. "You don't understand! We were born in darkness! We don't get dreams — we take them!"

"You could've chosen differently," I said, and pushed him back with a burst of energy.

Roses flew through the air, glowing red against the storm. They struck his weapon, knocking it away. I disarmed him in one motion — blade against his throat.

Behind me, Fisheye whispered, "Endymion... please."

"Stay back," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. The storm was loud now, my anger feeding it. "He destroyed something sacred."

Tiger's Eye stared at me, chest heaving. "Then finish it."

I hesitated — not because I lacked the will, but because Fisheye's eyes met mine, pleading.

"Please," she said again. "If you kill him, the darkness wins."

Before I could answer, a sudden warmth filled the air — soft, golden, alive.

Pegasus appeared. His wings shimmered like moonlight reflected on still water.

"Prince," he said gently, "the dream is not lost."

He lowered his head toward the shards of the mirror. Light poured from his horn, flowing over the fragments like liquid starlight.

I run to my love. The shards rose, drawn together, reforming piece by piece until the mirror stood whole once more. Its light was stronger — almost divine.

Tiger's Eye dropped to his knees, trembling. "I... I broke it. How can it still be—"

Lady Moon opened her eyes. They glowed faintly with silver radiance. "Because dreams can be wounded," she said softly, "but never destroyed."

Her voice was calm, but it carried a power that silenced the storm. I lowered my sword, the tension leaving my body.

Tiger's Eye looked at her — truly looked — and for the first time, I saw regret.

Fisheye moved to his side, resting a hand on his shoulder. "We wanted a dream so badly."

Lady Moon smiled faintly. "You both have hearts that still long for light. That is enough."

Fisheye's voice was a whisper. "We don't deserve mercy."

"Mercy isn't something you earn," she said. "It's something you're given... when you choose to change."

Pegasus's light enveloped them both. The darkness around their forms peeled away, revealing the glimmer of something new.

Fisheye's colors deepened into ocean blues and silver — the calm of tides. Tiger's Eye's hues turned crimson and gold, like sunrise through smoke.

"You are no longer servants of the Dark Moon," Lady Moon said. "From this moment, you are   guardians of the realm of dreams."

The two of them knelt, speechless.

Pegasus spread his wings, the glow intensifying. "They will serve as my protectors — the shields of every dreamer's heart."

I felt the Earth settle beneath me, the storm easing. It was as if the world exhaled.

Lady Moon turned to me then. "Endymion."

Her voice, soft but unwavering, drew me back from the edge.

"You were ready to destroy in the name of love," she said. "That's the danger of power tied to the heart."

I nodded, lowering my gaze. "I know. I almost became what I hated."

She smiled faintly, brushing her fingers over my cheek. "But you didn't. That's what makes you who you are."

I took her hand. "And you — you're the reason I remember why we fight."

Pegasus's light pulsed again, and I looked toward the horizon. Beyond the ruins, the night sky had shifted — the Moon hung impossibly close, its surface shimmering with silver flame.

Lady Moon followed my gaze. "It's time," she said quietly. "The final battle waits for us there."

Fisheye rose to her feet, her eyes bright but steady. "Will we be welcomed... after everything we've done?"

Lady Moon smiled. "You were lost, not beyond redemption."

Tiger's Eye looked down, clenching his fist. "Then we'll fight. Not because we were told to... but because it's right."

"We also have to save Hawks-eye." 

"Don't worry about him, he's probably received his dream mirror too." Pegasus adds in. 

Lady Moon extended her hand to me. "Endymion," she said. "Let's go home."

I took it.

And as Pegasus lifted into the air, his wings igniting the sky, we followed — through a halo of moonlight that swallowed the horizon.

Below us, the Earth shimmered, alive and breathing. Above us, the Moon waited — pale and patient, like destiny itself.

I looked once more at Lady Moon beside me, her light steady and eternal.

Whatever awaited us there — darkness, battle, or the end of everything — it didn't matter.

Because she was my dream.
And dreams, no matter how fragile, never truly die.