2008 | 11 | A


Celeste ponders her fate.

Celeste
The memory of Athena in the Silver Millennium continued to tickle Celeste’s mind, especially on a night like this, where the platinum-hued moon’s crescent mirror that on her aging forehead.

Nowadays things had settled down a bit, it had been more than a month since she’d last had to defend Athena.

Suddenly the prospect of the story’s end haunted Celeste.  Was it going to be happily ever after? Was this old guardian familiar ready for retirement?

Or was the moon smiling at her again?

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