This is another sequel to episode 111 of Sailor Moon. 
*sweatdrop* I know that this is the fourth or fifth story I 
wrote about events that happened just after that episode, 
but it seems I can't help... ^_^;

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The Only Important Thing
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The woman was standing on the beach and staring at the 
ocean. Her red hair, once tied in pigtails, was now loose 
and wet, dripping water on her back.
She looked at the full moon and shivered once, then she 
dropped herself on her knees and hid the face in her hands.
Her arms were full of scratches and she was bleeding, but 
she didn't care.
An helicopter passed in the sky.
The young woman on the beach slowly rose her head and 
looked at its lights fading in the night. 
After a few second there was silence again, broken only by 
the waves of the ocean in front of her.
And the moon was still high in the sky. The moon...
A single tear went down her face, shining to the moonlight 
before falling into the sea. 
For a second she thought that the whole ocean seemed to be 
formed of tears, then she threw herself down on the sand 
and kept silently weeping until she fell asleep.

The sun began to rise, coloring the ocean of orange with 
its beams.
On the beach, Eudial weakly moved in the sleep.
All her body was aching and the salty water was making her 
wounds to burn.
"This means I'm still alive..." she thought and slowly 
opened her eyes.
The first thing she noticed was a little shell laying in 
the sand a few inches far from her face. She thought that 
the color of the sand looked too yellow, too similar to the 
color of the moon.
She made an attempt to raise herself, but she was feeling 
too weak, so she rolled on her back instead.
She looked at the sky, which was switching from pink to a 
light blue as the sun was getting higher.
The witch put a forearm on her eyes to shield them from the 
bright light of the sun and sighed. Now she could remember 
what happened the night before. She could remember it even 
too well.
She had been defeated. Completely defeated and without hope 
of revenge.
Of course that wasn't the first time she failed a mission 
because of the Sailor Senshi, but this time it was 
different.
She had been near to victory, very near. But when she saw 
Sailor Moon, shining of moonlight, reflecting the attack of 
her Fire Buster, she understood that the battle was over.
A few minutes after, while she was running away in her car, 
she found out that Mimet rigged the brakes and she fell 
down a cliff.
She didn't get hurt in the crash, not very much. Only a few 
light wounds when the windows of the car shattered, 
allowing her to swim to the beach.
The deep wound was in her soul.
No matter she was one of the most genial and brave persons 
in Death Busters, in front of the quiet, serene smile of 
Sailor Moon and her terrible power, she felt scared like a 
five years old child.
Eudial came back to reality with a shiver. 
She noticed that tide was rising and that water was lapping 
her back.
It was cold. 
The sun was shining and it was summer, but everything 
looked cold to Eudial.
For a moment she was tempted to let water to submerge her 
forever, then she forced herself to sit up.
She bit her lip, trying to ignore the pain. 
After a few seconds, she felt better. She was feeling a 
little dizzy and her wounds and bruises were hurting, but 
she knew she could stand the pain.
She thought to Mimet. Eudial smiled weakly. She didn't feel 
the need of revenge because she knew that the young witch 
would never be able to defeat the great power of Sailor 
Moon.
Suddenly, the sun stopped looking too bright to her eyes. 
And the sand wasn't too yellow anymore. Everything was 
looking normal again.
Eudial felt that in a few time she would be able to stand 
even the sight of the moon.
The witch stood up.
She touched her clothes and noticed they were wet. 
She shrugged. 
"They'll get dry." she thought.
It wasn't important, the sun was warm now.
Eudial laughed and walked away.
She was alive and that was the only important thing.