Coming back was weird. It didn't do anything to sooth her frayed nerves, but that feeling that called her seemed to both calm down and hum within her more urgently at the same time. She kept asking this voice, this feeling, 'what do you want?' but no answers made themself heard.
It was late at night when she found herself sat on a bench in the park, staring at the navy blue and gold henshin pen in her hand, then up at the stars. If it wasn't something here calling her, then what about her homeworld?
With that thought in her pocket, she stood, and for the first time in a long time, donned her Bellatrix persona. The Eternal senshi of Fortitude. It was a hilarious moniker for one who was anything but firm in their feelings or goals.
She was so far removed from her sphere the the dissonance roared in her ears even louder than it had, and in an almost broken-spirited plea, asked the magics that be to spirit her away to her homeworld.
In magical starlight she was taken away, far beyond the Earth and to the desolate ruins of the bright blue star - Bellatrix. The architecture of the place she was dropped was decidedly greek, and seemed carved from the very stone that made the celestial body. A secret known only to Bellatrix herself, yet unknown to her, was that this small floating platform was but a satellite to the real homeworld of Bellatrix.
The senshi walked the ruins that she had seen a few times before, but dismissed out of lack of interest. Getting to know her past had mattered very little when her present had been perfect. Then that perfection vanished, and she cut off everything in her grief. Now she looked with new eyes, as if searching for purpose in the rubble of the past.
She wondered, and finally ascended the steps to the large building that looked like some sort of palace, and as she breached its threshold was struck by a hallucination-like memory much more striking than the deja-vu like feelings of familiarity she had while walking about the 'town' area.
In that memory she saw herself confidently and steadfastly ascending those step ahead of a platoon of soldiers, returning from some mission, then the vision passed.
Now inside the palace, she continued her aimless wondering. The empty halls echoed; pictures worn to time and decay hung on the walls, offering no hint to what they once depicted. Bellatrix let her feet take her where they would, lead by latent memory until it had been many hours, and visions from hundreds of years in the past, her own past, had faded in and out of her consciousness. At last she came to a large door, upon it a set of golden filigree laurels and heart. She put a hand on the door which opened effortlessly despite the age, and not having moved on its hinges in so many years.
From this door stone steps descended and at their bottom one came to an open ledge that overlooked..... A bizarre sight.
Glowing blue mist and an infinite space that seemed to turn in to liquid starlight and descend into a pit directly below the ledge. Looking down one could not see the bottom of the pit, for the glowing blue mist covered it.
Before Bellatrix could turn around and go back, a strange wind rushed through the palace, slamming the door and gusting down the long pathway of stairs, hitting her and sending her spiraling down in to the pit of glowing blue starlight below.
