Disclaimer: I don't own Saint Seiya characters!

Prólogos

It was a hot summer even it that corner of Europe, where the hot summers weren't known as well as on the South. On the dirty streets could be seen many people with as less number of the clothes as it was decent. The children were playing around loudly, like the heat from the sky wasn't something that should bother them; sometimes there were silenced by their parents, or just by the vexed strangers. But even with that crowd of people around him, no one was paying attention to a young, muscular foreigner, slowly walking down the street, looking around, like he was searching someone.

Indeed, he was looking for someone, but it wasn't any of these people around him; he didn't care about them at that moment. He was doing his job now, walking around many streets, alleys, and roads.

The young, muscular Greek looked at many, dingy buildings, standing everywhere in that poor district of big, French city, where he was walking now. While ago he was wondering, what power led him to that country, to that city and to those slums; what purpose he had with coming to that corner of this world? But when he felt trembling, little scared cosmo that burned near him, he got sure it was a good decision to come here. Maybe he will find someone, he and his fellows needed.

'But where are you?' the young man thought with perplexity, looking down on the street.

He sighed, trying to concentrate his universe inside him. He had to get some tips. Now! How would he find that person without any tips?

And then this unknown cosmo burned again, much closer than before.

"That way!"

The Greek ran into narrow street, covered with many shadows, searching of an owner of that trembling cosmo.

He found him very quickly; a little child was sitting on the ground, hidden between the big, paperlike boxes, holding a book, and looking down, with sad eyes. His face was covered with blood; in corner of his blue eyes the Greek could see remains of some tears. He squatted down beside that boy.

"Hi, little stranger," Greek said.

The little boy looked at him. The blue eyes were cold, and kind of empty. Too empty for a child.

"Don't cry."

"I'm not crying." theoy wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Yes, yes, sorry." the Greek smiled friendly. "Are you living around?"

The boy shook his head.

"I'm living in a poorhouse, far away from here. Why are you asking?"

The young man wondered for a while. The poorhouse? Why all of them had to be the orphans?

"So… I suppose you are alone now, right?"

Nod of a little head. Long hair waved in the gentle wind.

"Then tell me, little stranger… Wanna change your future?"

The little boy was slowly falling asleep, being carried on Greek's back. He was holding his book all the time, tightening his small fingers on it. It was amazing for him, or it should be said 'unbelievable' that he left behind that awful poorhouse, that church, priests, and kids he almost hated. He didn't care where that man was taking him; the name of 'Sanctuary' was unknown for him. But little boy felt warmth radiating from that man, so he just trust him. He trusted his wide smile, he trusted his unbelievable words, he trusted his wonderful, shining eyes.

'You can change your future. You can change the whole world…'

The little boy finally fell asleep. The book slipped from his small hand, and hit the ground. The young man smiled, and picked it up.