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Chapter Two

                                                    Chelsea

        I was about to have a panic attack as I looked at the massive crowd in front of me. I had just gone from being the daughter of a poor farmer to becoming second-in-command of the most powerful fighting force in the universe. The legend had become reality, and as soon as I was found to be the reincarnation of Chelsea, it sent the galaxy into a frenzy. Dozens of previously neutral planets had joined the U.A, along with a few Shadow Syndicate planets. Everyone wanted to be on the winning side.

I stood on the platform overlooking the massive crowd. The platform was made of polished quartz, something this planet had an abundance of. I looked at my surroundings. To my right there was a massive skyscraper, that went far above the clouds, not uncommon on the U.A.'s capital planet, Kadeos. Towards my left was a factory, which I presumed built weapons. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a need for it much longer. To my left stood Saren Sheto, prime minister of the Universal Army. His blonde hair looked natural against the platform's colors, but my hair stood out a little too much. I guess it was kind of strange when I was born with pink hair, but my parents never thought much of it. This was being broadcasted on every major U.A. network, and even a few S.S. ones. Again, hopefully those wouldn't be around for much longer. It felt weird standing next to one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy, and I paled in comparison.

        I sat there silently, as minutes turned into hours. I hadn't really been given the chance to speak, and I was perfectly fine with that. Saren was speaking of what was to come, encouraging those who had maintained a neutral stance to join him, and commemorating those that had already done so. I was getting tired of the constant flashing coming from each and every person's device, it was giving me a headache.

I was beginning to lose interest, and I didn't regain interest until the press started asking me questions, something I hadn't been told about beforehand.

"Is it true that your hair and eyes are naturally pink?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how that's relev-"

"Do you have any memories of your previous life?"

"No."

        I didn't care to elaborate everything in front of this crowd of people, but I will admit that my answer hadn't been completely honest. I could recall certain places, and for the past few years I had been having visions from a life that obviously wasn't mine, but they were few and far in between. Not to mention the nightmares I'd been having of recent, of someone I couldn't recall, that I now know was part of my former life. My focus only returned to the world around me when one person's voice asked the question that everyone had forgotten about.

A loud screeching noise boomed across the city. I scanned the area, but the origin of the noise was undeterminable. Static was heard before an obscure voice asked: "If Chelsea has been reborn, doesn't that mean that Masquerade has returned as well?"

We had all forgotten that part of the story.

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On the other side of the galaxy, everyone rejoiced at this question. The S.S existed solely for the total control of the universe, and would welcome somebody like Masquerade.

        One person in particular had been counting on the question to be asked publicly: Heron Vity, empress of the Shadow Syndicate. The 17 year old girl sat in her private quarters aboard her personal flagship, Abaddon. She watched the event unfold through the monitor in her personal chamber. This was her favorite part. She could imagine the feeling of dread that was descending on the U.A. as they realized their arrogance in assuming an imminent victory.

She got up and walked over to the chess board she'd kept on the window sill. She moved four of the black pawns over to the opposite side of the board, signifying the planets that had left the S.S to join their enemy. She then moved a new piece onto the board, another queen, but instead of being white it had been painted pink, it too joined the white side. The board looked incredibly uneven, and the girl opened her palm, revealing another chess piece, a queen that had been painted a darker black than the other pieces. The red streaks painted on it signified death, the only thing the piece would bring with it.

But she set it back down on the window sill, it wouldn't be fair to add it in yet. Heron looked up at the window, staring off into space. She sighed to herself, knowing that she was in a position of weakness. Her future depended on that one piece...

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        Saren was reluctant to answer but he eventually spoke "Not necessarily."

        A long period of silence followed as Saren thought of what to say.

        "We have no DNA remains, historical records, or photos of Lord. He's just a myth.

        The feeling of dread that the name brought was unbelievable.

        I could see through Saren's lie, he wasn't very convincing. I realized it would be my job to find Lord and kill him if he ever surfaced, and I was scared out of my mind...