Trista was always told how beautiful she was.....how sweet and innocent she was. But not be Rini. Or Serenity. Or any of her friends. It was by him. Endymon. Despite the fact they were enimies, constantly ployed with the objective with destroying one another, she often visited him. Nothing was wrong with it; Darien and Endymon split bodies after the death of Galaxia. It was okay. Serena was happy with her love, why couldn't Trista be? "Endymon?" She knocked on the palace door. The prince answered the door. "Pluto, what are you doing here? I told you, I have to come to you for now on." He said.
"I'm sorry, Endy, but I forgot."
"Pluto, we're supposed to be enemies. No one can ever find out about our love."
"I know, but you can't just come to my world. I'm taking care of Hotaru with Amara and Michelle."
"My apologies, Pluto."
"Endymon, can't you call me Trista?"
"Why?"
"Two reasons, nobody will know who I really are, and two...it's a pretty name."
"Of course it is. It's your name."
Trista blushed as the prince loomed closer to her face and kissed her. They broke apart, smiling. "Well, I guess I should go. Hotaru's probabaly coming home from school." Trista said. "Very well." Endymon replied.
"Bye, Endy."
"See you around, Trista."