3. Fil rouge.
It was a soft chain, resistant enough to grant him against dispersion.
Aiolia knew this sort of links.
When Seiya had broken the mask, he had created a link between him and Shaina, the link of the law, and maybe the link of a love' s promise.
So, his own link had to be more stronger than Seiya' s.
Aiolia' s steps in the vastity of Fifth House echoed solemly.
He returned lying in his bed after a last glance at the Astu.
In his kingdom, he was a king, a real one. A Lion, nor a Pegasus.
A Master, a ruler.
' You don' t think, Seiya, but she' s more mine than yours. This is the principle of possession. There' s no love without possession, and my chain on her is much stronger than yours, Seiya. My chain on her is like a jewel I gifted her.'
Refresh life in her beautiful cheeks, this was the deal.
From then on, some high energy particles plasmed by his powerful cosmos were surviving in Shaina, creating a deep bridge Shaina wasn' t suspected yet.
This was the chain Aiolia was sure of.
' Seiya, you can do whatever you want, I have power on her now. My blood is in her. This is the fil rouge, the reason her cosmos answers me if I call, even if she isn' t aware.'
Aiolia wasn' t sure Seiya wasn' t correspond Shaina at all.
Surely he was much more interested in Saori, but Shaina had a mysterious hint of mystique, the perfum of an exotic desert rose, and Aiolia knew Seiya wasn' t indifferent to delicacy and poetry in the world: he was crying when the Lightning Bolt shot Shaina, and he was ready to die for having vengeance on him in loving memory of her.
Seiya punched him in the face not as a knight would have done for fighting, but as a boy would have done for his girlfriend.
And his fist was weak, full of pain for her.
' Do you feel better now, boy?' Aiolia asked then, tasting the flavour of his own blood on his mouth.
He deliberately had permitted Seiya to hurt him.
He did a mistake, in not seeing Shaina making shield with her slim body to Seiya and embrace him to feel the warmless of the stars in him.
In that moment, Aiolia had envied Seiya, and in spite of his superstatus of Gold Saint, vigourous and dreaded warrior, he felt lonely.
He remembered well Shaina and Seiya' s full- of- fear- eyes when he was appeared among trees all covered in his gold armour, a puissant presence in front of which even the bravest remained without words.
He put people in awe, he was respected, but he was lonely, definetely lonely.
Poorer than Seiya. Miserable.
He breathed. Thirteen years of exile.
' None can know how long is this waiting. Waiting for some beauty in life. For something true. You have the love of such a woman. You are the luckiest man in this world, Seiya. But you can' t appreciate it properly. You are only a child. So I' ll take her away from you. She will forget you. I' ll swear on my honour of Saint, my honour of man.'
This was the trial he had intention to test.
