Christa stood on the roof of the house she shared with her aunt and uncle, looking up at the vast expanse of the sky above her. She seemed so small against the backdrop of space, and in her interactions with other senshi, learned that she could travel to her place in the universe. The place she used to live, used to hail from, used to be proud of. It was supposedly all gone, and this was the reason why senshi were being reborn here left and right, and the cellphone she held in her hand was the key to returning to the place she called home thousands of years ago. Looking down at the crimson cell, Christa fiddled with the faceplate for a while, contemplating going up there. The center button was the ticket. That's what Europa had said. She had been into space and back, and highly recommended the experience.

The gray haired teen pulled her henshin pen from her pocket and looked up again, quietly saying the phrase that tore her from the world of the civilian and threw her into the world of the senshi. The dangerous world. In a quick yet steady stream of light and sound, Christabelle Calloway was replaced by Sailor Kallichore, the Senshi of Madness. The senshi determined to get to the bottom of the war she was unwillingly involved in. She could not allow herself to forsake her position in the conflict, and she always felt knowledge was power. Returning to her moon might yield more knowledge than she could hope to gain by remaining here on Earth.

Holding the cell up, she stared at the center button with hesitation. Whispers of things long forgotten came to her ears, but she could not place the voice nor the language. She could simply feel something as the world rotated ever so slightly in its orbit. You have to listen to the universe, Europa had said. Kallichore had no idea if she was listening to the universe at that moment, but something was indeed calling her, pulling her up by the very fiber of her being. Absently, she pressed the center button and closed her eyes.


The rush of something that felt like wind was indescribable - it was cold to the touch, yet sent nothing but exhilerating shivers down Kallichore's spine. When she felt her boots touch something solid, she hesistated a moment before opening her eyes. The sight that greeted her was both breathtaking and sorrowful.

The great ruins of the civilization of Kallichore stood before her in stock silence. Ancient stumps of trees and dead grass littered the area before her, while the dead and barren sea was at her back. The beaches had long dried up, the trees long withered away. Nothing was left on Kallichore that survived. It was simply a stony ghost town. As she walked, Christa felt an overwhelming sadness seep into her bones and she dropped to her knees in the dirt, sobbing. Christa found it very perplexing even as her lungs heaved and her tears slipped through her grasp. She was weeping for a place she'd never seen, for people she'd never met, for a life she hadn't lived. But despite all the logic in the world, she cried. She cried as hard as when she'd lost Bradley. She cried for Melinda as much as she cried for herself.

Kallichore was herself.

Perhaps it didn't hit her so much before, when she had nothing to compare it to. That misty look in Europa's eyes did not make as much sense as it did now. It was pride. Europa was proud of the home she had before, even if she herself had never lived there. Europa was her as much as she was Europa. It was a birth country, a community, a home. Struggling to her feet again, Kallichore wiped her tears away with a gloved hand. A heavy heart sat in her chest as she pulled herself forward, walking slowly through the remains of small houses, tracts of what looked like farm land. She saw the remains of barren mountains in the distance. Brown eyes laid on the one pillar still remaining in the expanse of the mountain range. Somehow, she knew that pillar, but the feeling was fleeting at best. Instead, she found a small stool in the middle of an ancient homestead and she rested.

Kallichore somehow knew she was in the middle of what used to be a house. It was laid out just like one, a bedroom here, the kitchen there… She could see the vague outline of the walls in the gray dirt that littered the moon. Christa looked up to see the Earth a great distance away, simply a tiny blue orb in the vast expanse of the universe. Much closer still was the gas giant of Jupiter, taking up a huge portion of the sky. It was so impressive, giant and yet still, soft, quiet. The red spot swirled like smoke in water as it watched her, almost welcoming her home.

I am home.

Europa was right.