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Erytheia was scared as he summoned his weapon and transformed with the once warm light of his uniform appearing feeling somehow cold.

He felt like all the progress he had made - learning about the knights of Cosmos, accepting the calling in his heart, having a place to truely belong for once in his life - was lost in one glimpse of his wonder.

There was nothing there but a cryptic message on a barren tree on a dead planet.

What was he supposed to do? How could that be it? He knew that it had been so, so much more for he had seen it in the vision! But it was nothing now.

It was his duty to protect that distant world, but how could he do that when there was nothing left to protect?

If only there was someone who could tell him what he didn't know. He had learned of Sailor Cosmos. He even believed he could glimpse her in the moonlight of his dreams. But could the lady really be called?

Erytheia trembled in thought.

There was nothing to do but try and pray and hope.

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Erytheia didn't know what to do. He never knew what to do.

She had come. Sailor Cosmos. His princess. The one person he had been longing to see if only from afar was here before him. And he didn't know what to do.

The page of Cosmos had always been unsure of himself, but never so much as now. He could feel every bone in his body start to tremble. He couldn't even look up at the stars now, much less at her.

The boy knelt down partially out of exhaustion at the mere thought of being in Cosmos's presense, partly out of reverence. She was standing there, passively. Waiting.

Waiting on him to speak.

Erytheia's amber eyes focused on the ground as he clutched his own pale hands ever more tightly. He tried to clear his thoughts to speak but only swallowed air as if he were suffocating. His face was flush and eyes about to water. He could barely handle the downward pressure of his own expectations.

"I..." His voice was shaking, small. "I don't know why I am a knight."

The sincerity in his own words was clear even if his confidence in his own being was far from it.

"It feels as if there is nothing I can do." Erytheia saw his barren wonder in his mind as he watched the light glint faintly off his signet ring like it had when he first found it and watched as the incense from his own fragile, magic-less weapon pooled uselessly at his feet. "I don't know what I am supposed to protect or how I could save anything as I am."

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