Saint Seiya belongs to Masami Kurumada

The franchise to Toei Animation

No commercial purpose of this fanfiction


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Based on Saint Seiya: Legend of Sanctuary

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Saint Seiya : Soulders' Soul

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rated for the language, slapping mentioned and canon violence


Chapter 1 : Running away

§§ Modified timeline to make them younger than in LoS, Saga and Kanon were 20 when they killed the Patriarch §§

§§ 5 years difference was based on the manga §§

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Reading the manga, I noticed that Radamanthys was too attentive to Kanon, had he only met the Gemini for the first time. It gives me the impression that they have met before. And so, this fic.

A gift for my dear sister who loves these warriors. For being lovely throughout these years, this is for you, pretty.

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"I shall not be a beer-bellied stupid Lord!" The blond boy yelled in tears."As you are!"

He touched his burning cheek, only to find it swelled and stingy. With that, he slammed the door of his father's study room and run to his room. Though he could still hear his father screaming his verdict.

"You are going to Eton, Richard! And I'll terminate your fencing lessons."

The Lord Walden has been known to be a hair-trigger. Although the Lord was not a child-abuser, he certainly was a believer in slapping his son as a part of the education.

On those other days, Richard would have only discreetly smirked and dipped his face in the iced water cooled by some custom ice balls. He was stronger than any slaps his father had ever given. Never a problem, when he could easily get his revenge by melting his father's expensive custom ice balls, the ones with carved family name on them.

Unfortunately, he was weak today. Too emotional. It must have been because his father had denied him what he desired most. He could not bear not to have it. He should not be denied his destiny.

Looking out of the windows, the beautiful view of the Island of Milos could not cool him down. He was immune to the luxuries his family had: the grand apartment in Kensington next to the Royal Palace, a small chateau outside Paris, even a small palace in Modena and holiday homes in the sun like this one in the Island of Milos.

The calling voice outside his door from his maid was brewing his anger even more. Why can't they leave him alone, he groaned.

And so, he picked his fencing saber and took one his favorite books, climbed the window and jumped to the big Cypress next to it.

A few bruises later, he was on the ground and running towards the beach where some hidden caves were.