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She began cataloguing the memories, writing brief descriptions in a journal and placing them all in order, attempting to determine the chronology of Liesel's life.


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Liesel's mother looked nothing like him, but she was warm, and loving, and kind.

Liesel arrived at the palace on Ganymede when he was young. Possibly ten or eleven years old.

He was forbidden to see his mother and told that he would only be known as “Ganymede,” not Liesel. He was the first Galilean to awaken. What did that mean?

Schooling took place at the palace under the guidance of a strict governess.

When he was around twelve years old, Liesel met Palatine and learned swordsmanship from her.

Liesel met Valhalla just before his official debut as Sailor Ganymede. They were both roughly the same age. Likely sixteen or seventeen.


Her gut said sixteen. There were quite a few occasions recently in which certain facts seemed obvious to her, despite her having little evidence to support them. She'd been Liesel once; his life had preceded her own. His memories were now hers, convoluted as they often were. She thought, if she could only complete the story, if she could come up with a feasible chronology and somehow fill in the gaps, she'd have a better understanding of who Liesel had been, and who she was as a result.

But there was so much she was missing. Months in some cases, years in others. She didn't know how to go about filling them in. She could not pick and choose which memories to view until she'd gathered them into the memory stone, and she was still far from gathering them all. She knew so little about Liesel's childhood, and nothing about how he had died.


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Soon after his first meeting with Valhalla, Liesel made his formal debut and performed the ritual to make his vows and officially take on the role of Sailor Ganymede.

Liesel and Serge reunited in a field behind the palace, likely in their late teens. Serge insisted he cared for Liesel, not Ganymede.

In Liesel's early twenties, the people of Ganymede celebrated a fertility festival. Liesel was locked in his room for the duration. Serge was able to sneak in via the secret passages.


When had he learned of them? And how?

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Sometime after the festival, Liesel and Serge shared dinner together. Following that, they performed an ancient blood bonding ritual.


She had mixed feelings about that one in particular. On the one hand, she liked the thought that she and Valhalla were soulmates, that they were so tied together that the centuries that passed were unable to keep them apart. Somehow, someway, they would have come into each others' lives. She hoped it would continue that way, that they would find one another again in the next life. She could face the idea of dying prematurely as long as she believed that.

On the other hand, there remained a part of her that didn't want to rely on such silly, romantic notions. This part of her was practical, realistic, and cynical. There was nothing to prove that she and Chris had met by something preordained. Rather, it had been by chance. If Paris had not gone to that party, would they have met at all? Perhaps later they would have encountered one another through the Jovians, but things would have been different. What if they hadn't felt the same about one another?

It was a sobering thought, and one she banished as quickly as possible.


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Serge presented Liesel with the memory stone. Liesel insinuated that Serge had also presented him with the eagle brooch sometime before.

Liesel was captured by a man he called “Father” during a time of unrest on Ganymede.

Sometime after his capture, Liesel was rescued by Serge. They stopped by a lake on the way back to the palace. Liesel found comfort in Serge's arms.

The palace was under attack. The Lord Chancellor insinuated that the man Liesel knew to be his father was not his father after all.


But who was? And why was Liesel raised to believe otherwise?

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Liesel escaped with Serge to Jupiter. Their sarcophagi resided there, side-by-side.


When had they died? And how? Were they even buried there, or did their bodies never make it into their respective tombs.

So many questions remained. The gaps in between were extensive; she didn't even have half a story. Just fragments, and she watched them over and over again, searching for clues, for meaning. They swirled within the memory stone like ghosts, reaching out to drag her back to a past that was not quite her own.

”Ganymede... Ganymede...” the voices whispered.

Did they mean Liesel, or Paris?