Hey there. We're the Gemini Saints, Saga and Kanon. We want to help those who want to become Saints by writing this story about how much your life changes, just by traveling to Sanctuary. This is our childhood days, when we were on our way to Sanctuary.
Our story begins when we were 12 years old and sailing from Japan to Greece, our new training station; we were going to train to be Gold Saints, the highest Saint rank. The ship we were sailing on was full of sailors who drank day and night, always behaving violently. They would always beat up on us, so we did our best to protect each other.
But one night, all of that changed. A typhoon came and blew gallons upon gallons of water into the hold of the boat, where the sailors had currently been using us as punching bags. Just about everyone on board had drowned, with the exception of us.
Saga's P.O.V.
Kanon and I quickly found the door and swam out. We paddled into the hallway and out onto the foredeck, where we ran up the slanting surface, slipping and dripping wet, to the bow. I grabbed Kanon as the deck became vertical, seizing the railing. Our only option was to climb, so up we went.
As Kanon reached the point beside me, I looked down. The sea was a surging, sucking maw of water and broken ship parts that looked a little too much like Charybdis. Kanon grabbed my hand; I could see he was terrified. He was scared of heights. We had to be at least 75 feet in the air, which probably wasn't helping.
"Kanon," I said to him, "we're gonna have to jump." I saw the immense fear building in his green eyes, and felt his grip tighten.
"I can't, Saga," he whispered, his wide eyes staring at me nervously. "I can't."
"If you're going to be a Saint, then you need to face your fears and jump with me," I told him. "It's the only way we'll survive. If we get sucked into that water, we're dead." His grip on my hand tightened so much I was losing the feeling in my fingers. With a slight nod, he whispered, "Alright. Let's go."
With that said, we jumped off of the bow, away from the churning sinkage, free falling into the dark abyss of cold, splashing water.
Kanon's P.O.V.
I had too many thoughts running through my mind. I thought I was going to die; I thought I was going to get sucked into the whirlpool; I thought if I escaped from any of that, I would drown...
We hit the water with a loud SMACK! I came up for air, my whole body stiff under the cold impact and stars dancing in my eyes. I soon felt the fierce pull of the whirlpool and began to panic. I frantically looked for Saga, fearing that he might have been swept away. Luckily, his head pop up in between breaks in the waves. Swimming against the current with surprising ease, I grabbed onto his hand. We kicked against the current, shedding our coats, sweatshirts, and shoes to lighten our weight.
Saga began to give out. The shock of the impact and numbness from the cold had made him so stiff and shaken he could barely move his limbs. A five-foot wave swelled in front of us, engulfing us in a swirling tornado of water. I pulled Saga to the surface, gasping and choking on water. There wasn't a lifeboat to be seen. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find: a six-by-four plank of timber. Saga hung limply off the edge of the plank, breathless and shaking. I hauled myself over the edge, and then used all of the strength I had left to pull my exhausted brother up over the edge.
This was where we sat for the next five minutes, watching the last of the sinking ship slip beneath the surface.
Saga's P.O.V.
I think I got the brunt of the whole "Hey, let's jump off a sinking ship!" idea. My ankle hurt from sipping on the deck, and I was so sick from all of the seawater going down my throat that I retched over the side of the plank. The water just kept coming as Kanon held me up, and when it finally stopped, my throat burned.
As I laid on my back, I realized that the sea was calmer than I first thought. The waves were
wind-blown and gently rocked our 'raft' as Kanon rubbed my shoulder. I closed my eyes, feeling the soothing rock of the waves as Kanon laid down beside me. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me.
"What?" I ask him.
"You make funny noises with your nose when you sleep," he replied, smiling.
"I wasn't sleeping," I protested. "Nor did I hear anything." Kanon just smirked and closed his eyes, with me following him. My heartbeat mingled with the rock of the raft, gently lulling me to sleep.
"Wake up, Saga." Kanon was gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my sleepy eyes to see my brother looking down at me against a beautiful sunset. He looked worried.
"Is something wrong, Kanon?" I rasped, my throat dry from regurgitating seawater.
"No, I'm just worried about you," he replied. "Your lips are bleeding, and it sounded like you weren't breathing. You really scared me."
"Sorry," I managed, before the dull ache in my throat increased to a sharp pain.
"Hey, look," Kanon said, pointing. "There's land!" I painfully rolled onto my stomach and squinted at the horizon. All of a sudden, waves began to rock our 'raft' very alarmingly.
"Kanon," I said, "What's going on?"
"Don't worry, it's just me," he said, his arms raised straight out, his eyes focused in concentration.
"What are you doing?" I asked, dumbfounded by Kanon's ability to control water.
"It's a trick I picked up from Baian before we left Japan," he explained. His eyes focused on the water in front of us, and we began to move significantly quicker. I propped myself up on my elbows, watching Kanon's light-navy-blue hair fly out behind him, as if he were soaring across a wide, blue, ocean sky.
Kanon's P.O.V.
A few weeks before Saga and I were to leave for Sanctuary, Baian had led me to the docks and taught me how to make and control waves. The trick was to let your cosmos seep into the air and use it to create waves, then connect with the waves to make them bigger and carry you smoothly.
Our first drill was out on surfboards. Baian had taken me to a lagoon close to the docks. We stayed there all day, and even when I told him I couldn't do it, he never gave up on me. He would bring me there every other day and keep teaching me until one day, I finally did it. It wasn't a huge wave, but it was big enough to surf on. After that day, I never once doubted myself.
Baian never ceased to help me. We were almost the same age, so we were pretty close friends. He was the one who had taught me to surf in the first place. Once I got good at it, we'd hold contests to see who was the better surfer; he usually won. After all that time in Japan, he was my closest friend, and nobody, not even Saga, could have taken that place.
Anywho, getting back to our progress, we ended up on a stranded island in who-knows-where, with who-knows-what on shore. Sounds pretty adventurous, right? Yeah... If only we knew what would happen...
Saga's P.O.V.
After about 10 minutes, the raft bumped gently against a sandbar. I slowly sat up, looking at the beautiful island oasis, then to Kanon. He was exhausted; his skinny body was slumped over, like all his energy had been wasted. I could see pain in his eyes. He crawled off of the raft onto the shallow water of the sandbar and laid on his back, eyes closed.
"You must be really tired," I said sympathetically.
"I am," he replied hoarsely. " I almost gave out."
"Take a rest," I said. "I'll check out the beach." He nodded and sat up, his clothes soaking wet. He crawled deeper into the water, letting the waves wash over him.
I stood up and walked shakily to shore, since the water was only to my knees once I passed over the sandbar. My footprints showed my trembling steps; after recently jumping from the bow of a ship and lying on a plank for who knows how long, I was VERY sore. My ankle felt like it was getting stabbed with a knife. I was cold, and hoped that I could find some place for us to use as shelter for the night.
The island looked deserted. There was no sign of any recent activity, only some animal footprints that looked at least a week old. I ventured another 40 yards into the trees, but saw nothing.
As I made my way back to the coast line, I came across a large group of intertwining trees. The trunks of the trees were bent together, and no light came through the top. This wonder of nature was considerably large on the inside, and the trees were so close together that I couldn't see through the tiny cracks in between where the trees met. I knew that I had found the perfect shelter as I headed back towards Kanon.
Kanon's P.O.V.
I was tired. My muscles were tight, and my limbs felt like jelly. My knee was on fire. I was hardly able to get off of the raft.
Then the sea water hit me. It felt smooth to the touch, cooling my sunburnt skin. I sank lower into it, feeling my energy slowly return. A white-crested wave washed over me, soaking me right to the top of my head. I didn't care, though; I was beyond the point of caring about anything at this moment in time.
As Saga padded across the shore, I clumsily dove into the next wave, all of my muscles tightening in protest. I stood in the chest-deep water, feeling the smooth sand under my feet. My wet hair plastered my face and neck, and the wind sang in my ears. The cool water refreshed me.
I remembered wrestling on the playground, and all of the fun we used to have at the training facility. Most of all, I pictured playing the epic games of soccer. Mu was a cheater; he kept levitating the ball, even though we called no psychokinetic powers.
I think the best soccer player of all of us was Milo, even though he was only seven years old. Every spare moment he could find, he spent practicing. If you had Milo on your team, you were lucky. Libra Dohko visited once, and he was a good soccer player too. That was our lives: soccer and training.
Thinking about all the friends we left behind made me really lonely. Even some of the younger kids, like Milo and Camus, were nice to hang out with. But the person I missed most was Aiolos; he was one of Saga's closest friends. He was our age, so we hung out pretty often. He was one of the nicest people I had ever met. When I was off doing something with Baian or just wandering around by myself, he would hang out with Saga, and I really appreciate him for helping my brother. Saga was really nervous about training and becoming a Saint, so Aiolos always kept his mind occupied with something other than fighting and war. I feel like he was really watching out for Saga, and I feel like that's what Saga needed most.