Disclaimer: Not mine, Saint Seiya is.
Notes: This was a random oneshot I wrote over several days. I wanted it to turn out better than it did, but I still like it...so I decided to share it with all of you. If you have any comments, please leave a review.
Sorrow Is Golden
Sorrow is golden.
A lovely color, clear and deep as amber, but with a godly glow. The color of pain, the color of fear, the color of secrets. The color of sorrow.
You ask why sorrow should be gold, and not another color.
When the sun first rises, its light is pure and white, without stain. As the day passes, and the morning changes to afternoon, the light darkens and fills with deep gold. The sun itself is still the same, but the light has changed. And what is there to change the light, what from the world that could darken the sun in a day's time? Human suffering. It tints the splashes of light on the ground, making them richer and more beautiful. The sorrow of the world taints the purity of morning hope with gold.
The most precious of all precious metals, malleable and soft, coveted by all. Gold. It has ended civilizations, broken empires, shattered men. It has been formed into countless utensils and extraneous accessories. It has survived wars and years beyond count, and it can be found in any treasury of any place at any time. Gold is sorrow. And yet, people treasure gold and call it beautiful.
Why does humanity love gold so? Why is gold priceless in comparison with less sorrowful things? What is so special about gold?
The answer lies within itself. Gold is beautiful and precious simply because it is sorrow. And there is nothing on this earth quite so valuable to each person as sorrow is. It is just so for us. We would not give up our service to Athena, our pasts, and our friends—all things that have given us great sorrow—for anything, not even for our souls, for these are what give us our honor. We are proud to have been who we were, even if we are not proud of all our actions, and we believe that the sorrow we underwent makes up who we are. That is something more precious to us than solid gold.
The gold light of the sun was ever bright when it reflected off our Cloths, the symbols of our dignity and loyalty. Although Sanctuary is now far away, the gold of the Cloths still shine with golden light. Not only does it tell us of our sorrows, it tells us we should never forget them, or who they have made us. We will burn our golden Cosmos until we can create a sun of our own—a sun just as golden and sorrowful as the true sun.
We will smile as we go, for we do not fear the golden light surrounding us. Ever have our Cosmos been gold, just as our loyalties have belonged to our goddess. Nothing can change that. Just like the sun, just like the metal, just like the entire beautiful, painful world—we are the saints of gold. We are wholly gold, and we are sorrow.
And sorrow is golden.