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Chapter I – The bond.

The kind of person that Sisyphus was all but one quality that he had been preventing himself from it revelation: openness to his feelings. And it was not just any ordinary day-to-day feeling of emotions or anything at the surface. But something that was much deeper, rooted from his very existence and anchored deep into his soul…
Yes, a gold saint should not develop any passions or love towards anyone. They exist and thrive to fight for righteousness and to protect Athena, the goddess of war which reincarnated every two hundred years as the saviour who led the army of Saints and combat against the evils. It is this very goddess's current reincarnation that got the Greek man to remind himself on a daily basis to not accepting his forbidden quality.

It wasn't that hard at first when he first met her that day in Italy when she was but a little girl with short lavender hair. It hurt him to see how devastated she was to leave his brother and best friend. Her tears overflew the emerald eyes which he adored. But he had to succeed his duty by bringing her to safety in Sanctuary where the Gold Saints and the Pope would be able to look after her. Even though she appeared to be just a child with weaknesses physically and mentally, now, she had proved to adopt the goddess's duties quickly as she matured down the path of womanhood. This was where it started to get hard to stop the forbidden thoughts for Sisyphus, since becoming a Saint he had carry out his most important duty with excellency, and that was his only reason of being alive, to remain the world's righteousness. But now, since the meeting between him and the young Athena, he has shifted his priority towards something else much more significant and yet, spurred from deep within…

The devotion of all his strengths to protect the young lady… even at the cost of his life.

Sisyphus looked out of the Sagittarius's stone temple upwards to the Athena's temple. His golden armour reflected the soft setting sunrays. The sky was painted with deep pinkish orange, and night would start to fall soon after, following with the dropping in temperature of the winter air. It was his duty tonight to guard and patrol Athena's temple.

As he entered the temple of Athena, and entered the pope's chamber which he stopped, kneeled and greeted the masked man who was highly respected in Sanctuary. Pope Sage let him passed onto the next room of his destination after he reported the presence for the duty, the stone ground paved the way towards the gate at the other end of the wall, the gate that separate Athena's privacy and the rest of the Sanctuary. Sisyphus knocked the stone gate quietly as he did not want to startle the one inside, the sweet sounding voice responded back through the cold stone.

"Yes, please come in."

When the gate was pushed open, at the other side of the door stood a smiling young lady, her long shiny lavender hair rested on her thighs which were covered by her long usual white dress. The sleeveless upper part of the attire revealed just enough skin to enhance her maturity into a young woman. How he would give anything to feel her luscious hair, feeling it slide softly through his hand and fingers like the finest grade of silk… and to feel how soft her porcelain fair skin is… touching her gently and caressing her whole body… The more he thought of it, the harder it got to stop. But Sisyphus had to remind himself to distracting himself from such taboo thoughts and resume to the duty of his presence here.

"Lady Athena, I, Sagittarius Sisyphus, has come to report my duty of guarding and patrolling your chamber of the night." The gold armoured slightly made a clashing sound at the contact with the stone floor as went down on to his knees, one leg up and head kept low.

"Please, rise up." said the young lady "I am still not familiar with having any of the highly respected Gold Saints kneeling before me."

"If that's what you wish." Sisyphus got up, his spine stretched to its full length, he was towering the young goddess who stood in front of him. The Sagittarius Saint stepped back slightly to keep the distance, physically and mentally. Her beauty was mesmerising as always, there was no deny to that, especially when she smiled, even at most of the times they did seem like an attempt to hide her sorrow or other emotions within, but the curved lips of her when she expressed joy made her even more irresistible. He wondered if he could make her smile even widely… and how he would do everything to make her happy, both at the mind level and body...

Sisyphus found himself getting back at the cycle of lustful thoughts again, he swiftly shook his head in attempt to get himself back to reality "I shall get going and proceed in my duty." He then turned away and about to walk back to the gate, but the soft voice of her which raised the tone slightly behind him saying "Wait. Sir Sisyphus."

When he turned around she had moved closer to him near the gate. "Thank you for coming Sir Sisyphus." Athena said softly "How has your day been?"

"It has been okay as always, milady." answered the Greek man. In his head, he was thinking how much better it was now that the night rose up and so was his honour to be visiting her here. "How about yours?"

"It was alright. I did something that I should not be mentioning now." She giggled as she revealed about her day.

"Would it be appropriate of me to ask what it was?" Curiously, Sisyphus let his mouth decided faster than his brain and later thought that wasn't such an acceptable thing to ask.

"It's a long story, please take a seat if you want to know." She smiled and gestured her hand at the stone seat nearby her bed. Sisyphus did not refuse and sat down as she suggested. Then the young lady sat on her bed besides and started telling him on how she sneaked into the main kitchen of this temple and started cooking which had turned out to mess up the whole room. She was laughing as she talked about it especially when the Pope was scolding her hard as he was worried that she would hurt herself and that a goddess should not bother doing the normal chores since other people would take care of it for her. Sisyphus got carried away by her jovial that he had been smiling unknowingly the whole time he was listening.

"Would you like to have a taste of what I had cooked?"

"Definitely, Lady Athena." Sisyphus, remaining the smile

"Please…. call me 'Sasha'." She said, for a moment there Sisyphus could see a hint of sadness flashed shortly in her beautiful emerald eyes. "Everyone has been calling me as Athena for the past five years. But I have always missed being the old Sasha… that was surrounded by the people I love and grew up with…"

Guilt pierced him like a needle, Sisyphus felt like he was the one to blame for taking away her happy days prior to the role of Athena. How he would do anything to compensate for such terrible thing he had done even with the slightest favours she would ask for, so he agreed to her request "Very well, from now on you will be Sasha to me."

"Thank you so much Sir Sisyphus!" Sasha literally beamed with happiness.

"Please, Sasha, no need to refer to me as Sir. Just Sisyphus will do." He smile back at her, couldn't help but adoring this young lady's lovable nature.

Sasha remembered to show him what she had troubled cooking. She reached the drawer on the other side of the bed and took out a small box. Inside it, there were several baked goods that appeared to be cracked and not nicely shaped.

"Cookies?"

Sasha nodded as an answer and insisted Sisyphus to have a bite. He did not hesitate to do so and took a big bite of it just to found out that he couldn't stand the terrible amount of salt in it but tried his best to remain his expression.

"What do you think Sisyphus?" Asked Sasha, her eyes glowed, anticipating the answer. Sisyphus managed to finally swallow the salt-as-sea cookie down.

"It was very good Sasha."

"You are a terrible liar." The Gold Saint just realised how he failed miserably as even the innocent young Athena could tell it. Instead of feeling sad, she did not show any signs of that and just simply giggled "Was it too sweet? Too salty? Or too bland?"

"Honestly… it was a little bit too salty." He emphasised on the phrased while trying to make it sound more subtle.

"Aww, alright. Thank you for your honesty Sisyphus." Sasha genuinely looked thankful "What flavours of do you like in food?"

"Hmmm…" he paused for a moment to think. He had never thought of such topic before so it was a challenge when it came to gastronomic preferences as he was never picky. However, the other side of his consciousness started to replace the thought of food with the young lady who awaited his response. He bit his lower lip and murmured "Sweet and juicy." And added "I like the taste of honey and fresh oranges."

"What a coincidence, me too. Especially honey cake topped with oranges." Sasha said enthusiastically, "I promise I'll practice and cook better next time!" her emerald eyes glowed with determination. She was such a sweet heart that he could not stop smiling at the sight of her happy self.

"I'll be the judge the next time of my night shift here, then." Sisyphus said with a smile before excusing himself of her room and proceeded to walk out onto the bared cold nights of November. The night sky was decorated with glittering stars and constellations. The pale moon lights were trapped by his golden armour which glittered at the surface.

'Such a lovely night' He thought to himself, Sasha's beautiful smiling face still remained clear when he closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh cold air. The precious image he received would linger there even when he would wake up in the morning days after the patrolling tonight.