Shura's POV

To witness a death is like committing a crime. Your legs are invulnerable, your body shakes with fear, your eyes widen in disbelief as you catch each blow slowly decapitating the victim's face.

As the blows lands on their cheeks, their blood starts to formulate, trailing down the victim's face. Not only can their blood been see on their once beautiful face, it can also been seen splattered on the ground as their captor's fist made a brutal sound to the point you hear a popping sound indicating the victim's nose is now broken.

Paralyzed to the bone, you realized you did nothing to prevent it from stopping. Yet what can you do? Scream till your lungs burst or help prevent the blows from landing on the victim's face?

Yet what does it matter what you do for the victim is dead at the moment you save them. That person is now dead, lying alone on the dirt ground with only the warmth of their blood to comfort them.

Why did he die? Because you…………no I did nothing to prevent it.

I deserve to be known as a coward among my rank yet no one's knows of this tragic tale; this tragic tale of a boy who witnessed the death of his master.

Arriving at the sanctuary was terrifying to me for this unknown place will now be my home.

My charcoal eyes turned wide, captivating the size of this unknown area. It was massive, elegant, and in some parts in ruins. But I can see why some are in ruins for the trainees fought with one another to prepare for utmost battle.

Hugging my form, my nails dig into my sides for the fear that arouse inside of me. I was afraid to get lost in this new inhabitant that I did not realize I was falling behind from my guide.

"Hey!" He catches my attention. "Don't fall behind." He sternly says.

Appearing around his late twenties, he held a serious expression upon his face. His dark blue eyes stared intensely into mine that it made me fear to the bone. A scar ran up his left cheek while his right eye was covered in a black eye patch. Slowly looking away from me, his soft black curls swayed to his movement as he gave his back to me once more.

My gaze tears away from his form as I look straight ahead of me.

Remembering this event to this day was important to me for you have just witness my first meeting with my master.

He never spoke to me once in caring way only in demands for me to focus on my training. My only purpose is to serve Athena and that is all is what he would say to me. If that is really my purpose, then where is she so I may give my loyalty personally to her?

Of course when he heard that question escaping from my mouth, he would start to laugh and say to me 'Do not worry for she would soon arrive.'

This brought more questions for me to ask but none of them were answered for he grew fed up with my childish ways.

That is what I don't understand for I am child as a child my duty is to ask about the world and know of its knowledge.

'But what knowledge', he would say. 'Is knowledge that important to protect Athena?'

'There is no need to know about facts for all the information you need to know is how to defend your goddess.'

I shook my head violently for the answer he gave to me was incorrect.

'You need to know information to understand what you need to do, where you have to go, and what your purpose is in order to protect Athena.' Will be my reply.

His booming laughter was heard in the Capricorn Temple as he brought his hand on my head.

'Now your thinking as a saint.'

I smile each time I heard that. But of course my smile was swept away from my face for then came the hard training of becoming a saint.

His fist collided with my arms that blocked my face from being hit. Seeing his other fist about to collide with my stomach, I blocked his movement by the palm of my hand. But I realized I made a mistake for his right fist collided with my face making me forget to be quick to avoid his attack.

The training was brutal I knew that for sure but, I wasn't going to give up my dreams of protecting Athena.

Wiping the blood from my chin, I stood up on my two legs, ready to continue my training.

Everything was going swell for the next few months that came that nothing seem to ruin these moments. If only I knew how wrong i was.

My master was gone in the morning when I awoke that my first assumption will be the training grounds. Yet he wasn't there at the training grounds to where he was supposed to be.

But ignoring his missing presence I decided to train by myself in the meantime.

An hour went by that he still did not arrive.

I look around the empty ruins seeing no one to ask where he may be. Leaving the training grounds I leave to the one place he cherished the most: his special oasis that lay in the beauty of the blooming flowers and growing trees.

I heard of him always talking how he would one day return to that majestic place to take in the beauty of it all. He told me where it lied so it wasn't difficult for me to find it.

But that was the problem I shouldn't have never found it. That way I would have never witnessed his death.

They came to him, these creatures of the night that worked for Hades. Their dark armor shone in the rays of the light as their glowing red eyes stared at my masters weakened form.

He was losing against them, seeing the claws that were marred on his skin. Blood flowed rapidly from his wounds that it was getting difficult to concentrate.

Seeing him fall to the ground where their blows kept landing on his face, I stood and watch everything till the minions of hell were no longer present.

His empty eyes stared to where I stood that I know without a doubt that his last thoughts were of me, realizing how much of a coward I was for not being able to defend him.

Walking towards his body, I lingered onto his form before gazing at his flowing blood that tainted his once beautiful oasis.

"Shura." I snap from my revenue to gaze upon my companion Aioros. His rough hand gripped my shoulder in reassurance that I gave him a slient nod and paid attention to my comrades ahead of me.

What made him still be my friend? I betrayed him, murder him and yet he still thinks of me as his friend.

Did my master think the same? That he left me alone with no one to care for me? I wish I knew so my torments would come to an end.

But I know it will never come till my death arrives. That day I shall await for I have to tell my master something very important:

I am no longer a coward but a brave soldier ready to die for Athena.