After watching Saint Seiya : The Lost Canvas, I was hyped to read the fanfics! I looked and saw 15k Saint Seiya fanfics, I died of happiness. Then i narrowed it down to the lost canvas fanfics that held my favourite character - Alone. There were 32, but I was like, alright. But when I placed the English filter on, since that's the only language I know, there were only 9 eme...

Needless to say, I read them and then wrote this owo/

i own nothing and I apologise on how it seems rushed and the crappy grammar and spelling, but enjoy if you're able ^w^

It was never suppose to be like this. There was no blood, no cries of agony - all there was, was a simple field of flowers, where we first met and where we said good bye.

The sun was setting, the day coming to an end as Alone, Tenma and Sasha laid sprawled on the ground in the flowery field. Their eyes gazing at the passing clouds as the warmth from the fading sunlight covered their bodies. Their life at ease as they all smiled simply, innocently, unaware of the harsh reality that surrounded them.

"I'm kinda jealous," muttered out Tenma, his head resting on his arms as he kicked his feet in the air. "How you get to go to this fancy camp and everything! While me and Alone are still stuck here," he concluded as he heard one of his friends give out a light sigh whilst the other just laughed.

"You better take care, right Sasha?" Interrupted Alone as he sat up, his eyes gazing at his friends as he played with the flower bracket that dangled from his wrist.

"Of course! And you have to promise to never forget these moments." Cried Sasha as she grasped her friend's hands, holding them close to her heart with a gentle smile. "Tenma, Alone, don't forget me. Never forget this."

And our childhood was never supposed to end so abruptly. We were never meant to fight in this war that we never asked for, we never wanted to be part of, we never caused. All we wanted to do was to live, but now all that matters is to survive.

The forest was quiet, with not a living creature breathing. All there was, was a small boy, holding his paint brush with a shaky hand as the crimson paint stained the green grass. His figure trembling as his canvas fell over, his heart thudding in his chest as he tried to pull himself to his feat.

"Tenma!" He screamed, his eyes bleeding tears as he ran as fast as his legs could run. His throat dry as he felt the darkness creep closer and closer towards him. His paintings long forgotten in the dark forest, scattered, abandoned.

The light from the town caused him to slow down as his legs felt weak. He made rushed turns as he sprinted towards the orphanage, tripping over his robes several times as his necklace glinted in the summer's light.

Throwing the door open, he was greeted with the sight of Tenma chatting aimlessly with the other orphans, with clear smiles on their faces as they greeted Alone. But none of that mattered. Grabbing Tenma by his wrist, Alone dragged the taller boy away, ignoring the stunned voices that followed him.

"Tenma, promise me you won't leave," was the second sentence that Alone said to Tenma during that day, his voice pleading as he gripped onto his friend's wrist tightly, "just promise me please!"

"Alone, what happened?" Came the confused reply of his friend as he tried to shake off Alone's hands, the digging in of his fingernails becoming a bit painful.

"Just promise me."

If only it was that simple though. That the words we said, and the promises that we made which were so precious to our hearts, would sway the war. But these hallow words have no meaning any more, and even so, children could never affect the war.

"Tenma! You promised!" Cried Alone as he fell to the ground. The mass amount of men all dressed in a black uniform escorting several townsmen away. Their eyes cold as they held a lifeless loaded gun in their hands.

"But I'll come back! I - " There wasn't even enough time as a man shoved Tenma away, throwing him into a truck with the rest of the people like a lifeless doll. Everyone, the faceless figures and the face of Tenma were all blurring together.

It was then that I lived up to my name - Alone. Or should I say that we lived up to our name? Because now your precious friends have all been taken away, and you couldn't do anything about it. More like you didn't do anything about it, despite the power that you have. And would that mean, you never cared about them in the first place? Were they really your friends?

Or maybe perhaps -

"Alone!"

Snapping out of his dream, panting and dazed, Alone's gaze landed on his sister as she sat on his bed, dawned in her uniform of that familiar darkness and death.

"Pandora," he whispered lightly as he felt his body trembling. Curling up his, he tried to make himself smaller, so that he would just disappear.

"You have your lessons soon, and Hypnos wants to have lunch with you afterwards," stated Pandora as she placed her hand lightly on her brother's head, his hair in a mess before standing up.

"Alright," came out his hoarse reply as he watched Pandora nod her head before walking out of the crimson door.

And alone he was left again. With his own thoughts and nightmares, and the small voice that seemed to stick tightly on him, never letting him go. Someone else, that taunted him with words, that was the shadow that followed him. Someone else, that was his protector but also his very own personal nightmare.

Sitting on his bed stand, the bracelet crafted from flowers never wilted. Collecting dust as no one dared to touch it, not even Alone himself. Untainted, pure - the memories from his childhood was still untouched.