Chapter 6

By: MysticFantasy (taken over from MimiYamatoForever)

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A/N: Really quickly wanted to clear up some confusion. I, MysticFantasy, have taken over the Saint Seiya stories from MimiYamatoForever but I have not actually written any of the chapters being posted. Everything that is being posted has been written by MimiYamatoForever and I will be sure to let everyone know when I actually start writing the chapters myself. Sorry about any confusion.

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After the most tense staring contest with the Three Judges, Aiolos and Saga were once more on their way to meet Charon with Lyfia.

Lyfia had come for the two after being told the secret of the Hearts Desire and what it looked like and the two Gold Saints were more than happy to remove themselves from the presence of the Three Judges.

As they had predicted, the specters were still trying to accept the newfound peace between themselves and the saints of Athena.

Aiolos knew that it was going to be a difficult path but he hoped that they would be able to be allies with ease one day.

"You know what is needed to obtain the flower?" Saga asked as they came near the shore where they saw Charon waiting.

"Yes but I am sworn to secrecy." Lyfia answered.

"Secrecy?" Aiolos repeated.

"The requirement of the flower is something that I must always guard with great reason. I cannot let anyone else know of it." she explained.

"Well, as long as we will be able to get the flower, it's understandable." Saga said.

I hope so as well. Lyfia thought as they once again climbed into the boat and were blindfolded.

This time, Lyfia was able to block out everything going on around her because her mind was focused on the requirment of the Hearts Desire.

I must love Aioria and he must love me. Lyfia thought. If one of us doubts, I will not be able to make it back with the flower to help them.

The boat flowed along the path and current with its movements easily felt but Lyfia was too focused on her own feelings to notice anything.

Aioria, the time we were together saving Asgard from Loki, you have become so dear to me. You believed me when no one else would and you saved us from Loki's dark plans. We both said we care for each other. Seeing you return to Asgard...I became so happy to see you again. When I am near you I always feel so calm and safe.

Lyfia lightly smiled when she came to the realization.

I love you, Aioria.

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[Asgard]

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Frodi sat across the wooden table with a worn out looking Fafner on the other side. Sigmund was standing next to Frodi and both current God warriors were looking at the former one with anger.

"They saved our land and you do this to them?" Frodi questioned.

"What makes you think that I did this, Frodi?" Fafner questioned. "I've been locked in here ever since that kid revived us."

"You should be grateful he did." Sigmund declared. "Were it not for him, you would still be in the plain between the living and the dead. Should you not want to return there, I suggest that you be a little more co-operative."

Fafner lightly sneered.

"Whether I am here or back between the line of life and death, both are not to my liking."

"You would rather be continuing your dehumanizing experiments." Frodi figured. "Doing such things is what put you here in the prison to begin with. If you were to just tell us what else was mixed in the poison, we could try to lighten your sentence."

"You honestly think that Hilda would do that?" Fafner exclaimed. "Not to mention the woman the Gold saints serve."

"Again, you should be grateful that nothing worse has happened to you." Sigmund said. "Just tell us what we need to know and maybe we can work something out."

"Like I said, I've been in here the whole time. There's no way that I could have done anything to the six saints when they came to Asgard."

"How did you know how many of them were affected?" Frodi questioned with a glare.

Fafner remained silent but it was easy to see that he was angry at himself for that slip of the tongue.

"Answer us!" Sigmund shouted as he slammed his fist on the wooden table.

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[Underworld]

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The sweet scent was hard to notice at first but soon it became much more powerful. Saga could only assume that they were finally approaching the second prison and the field of flowers that was behind it.

It felt like they had been here in the Underworld for hours and he certaintly hoped that it really hadn't been that long. Most of all, he hoped that the others were still holding on.

"We're here." Charon announced. "You both can follow but only the girl can go into the field."

"Remember to be careful, Lyfia." Saga advised as he helped her leave the boat and they began their way to the field. "Despite apperances, it may not be so easy."

Lyfia nodded and began down the small pathway to the flowers while Saga and Aiolos stayed on the small cliffside. She crossed the border between rocks and grass and was now standing among the many colorful flowers.

She carefully made her way through the flowers, looking for a flower matching the description that Shun had given her.

"A flower with red petals," she muttered to herself. "Heart shaped petals...golden stamens with ends shaped like stars...small vines instead of sepals...heart shaped leaves at the end..."

Lyfia paused when she spotted a flower matching the description she was muttering to herself. It seemed that red flowers were a rare color in this field so she was able to see the red petals easily.

She hurried over to the flower and studied it carefully. A smile crossed her lips when she confirmed this was the very flower she needed. It was even more beautiful than she believed it would be and it was this very flower that would save Aioria and the other Gold Saints.

Reaching to pick the flower, she hesitated slightly when she remembered what was needed of her. Absolute love for the person she is doing this most for and their love in return.

Aioria has my love. she told herself. I wonder if I have his.

She lightly shook her head as she remembered everything they had been through together and remembered the words he told her that he cares of her dearly.

With a new confidence, Lyfia reached for the flower and touched its stem.