This is the official first chapter. It may be small, but boy, was it hard to write. Thank you all, for your warm welcome to Saint-Seiya Fanfiction!

Pegasus Kouga.

Lionet Souma.

Aquila Yuna.

Dragon Ryu.

These were the students she was supposed to accompany to the oldest part of Palaestra. Her sensei had left her standing under one of the arches that supported the structure. Jala sighed, annoyed. All they had to do was be there on time. Was that so hard?

That line of thought was interrupted by laughter down the hallway leading to the Auditorium. Four teenagers, about her age, came into view. She was quick to identify which one of them was Pegasus, and the rest quickly followed.

A few feet away, Aquila Yuna stopped. "Are you Pyxis Jala?" she asked in a clear voice. Jala averted her eyes and nodded. She was still getting used to not having a mask on, but her sensei had strictly forbidden it. Yuna smiled at her shyness.

"Souma!" shouted Kouga, startled by something the other had just whispered into his ear. His face was tomato red, his hands trying to cover it up. "Get back here!" The Lionet laughed and darted away, Pegasus right behind him.

A frail-looking boy approached Jala. He smiled and extended out his hand. "Hi, I'm Dragon Ryu. Glad to meet you. I hope you excuse my friends for being so rude." Jala gently shook Ryu's hand, earning another sweet smile of the boy. How… sickly. She immediately hushed the voice in her head. Nobody wanted it to get out.

"Please, follow me." Souma and Kouga stopped and obeyed. "This is the old Palaestra Auditorium. It has been here since the building of the school. It is no longer used, though. Some Saints complained of the instability of the foundations, and the current headmaster had it shut down and built a new one." Kouga waved his hand in the air. "Yes, Pegasus?"

"So, this building here," he gestured around them "Is as old as Saints themselves?" Jala nodded. "Wow."

Pyxis continued. "Centuries ago, Palaestra was under attack, in the Second Holy war. You've heard of that, I suppose?" They all nodded. "While the teachers fought the invaders, the students were evacuated into the Auditorium. The Saints were defeated, but, while the Specters approached, the headmaster, Leo Raphael, gave his life, his body and eternal soul to create a shield around the room. Upon touching the barrier, the enemies disintegrated and the students were saved." Jala stopped in front of a statue, depicting man on his knees, looking up in prayer as he brought a knife down on his chest. "It is because of his sacrifice that both you and I are alive on this day, and Athena still prospers."

The other students were shocked into silence, trading glances. Jala shifted uncomfortably, not used to talking this much, or being the center of the attentions. She cleared her voice. "Shall we go inside?" They just mumbled affirmatively.

The rest of the tour went without incident. Jala was their guide, and they had a lot of questions, but they managed to cover most of the area by sundown. She stopped in front of two massive stone doors, carved with strange symbols. "We will continue tomorrow. Meet me here. I will be waiting for you. Do not be late." She watched them leave, their backs turned to her.

That was one of the things she had first learned. Never turn your back to anyone. Enemies, preys, hunters, family, mentors or friends. You never know when they might back-stab you, hurt you, imprison you.

She sighed for the last time that day and retreated to her quarters after a final look at the prison doors.

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