We don't own Saint Seiya in any way, nor do we own the characters. This is purely fiction.
This story is a co-production of ValarSpawn and myself, we'll be covering different chapters, so the writing style will be different. We're not sure how fast this story will progess seeing how we need to communicate about the goings of the story and we have to deal with school as well. Anyways, we'll try our best. This story will take place after the Hades Chapter. Enjoy.
Prologue
Shaka
Everything was white.
Resisting the urge to blink, he focused the entirety of his being on attaining Arayashiki. Already the basic five senses were fading into the dark, the sixth and seventh senses would soon follow shortly afterward. It would, and should, awaken. In the meantime...
Sensing a presence, Shaka turned around to see a young woman behind him. She was nude, her ebony mane spilling past her shoulders. The stallion she rode was gaunt, its ribs poking out underneath its flesh, yet strong, virile. Her scythe glinted wickedly; she reeked of blood.
"It is time to rest." A command, uttered by an angel's voice. The Virgo Saint did not move. "Servant of Thanatos, I cannot move, nor will you make me." The slightest hint of a frown. "Your time is done in this life, Virgo Saint. Come with me through the path that ends at the clearing, and I will show you Elysian." As she spoke, she approached him casually.
A ghostly smile lit Shaka's visage. "Then you are blind, Death!" He stretched out his hand and seized the four Sal petals. Burning the characters on the petals, the Virgo Saint recalled his conversations with the personage of whom he was an avatar, the man closest to gods. He now invoked those words, feeling their hidden power flow, and overwhelm his being.
"Flowers bloom and then decay. Stars shine and one day dwindle into nothingness. Even the Earth, the sun, our galaxy... The whole universe... A day will come when they will all disappear. Compared to that, a human being's life lasts no more than the blink of an eye. During this insignificant piece of time, a human being is born, loves someone, hates another...weeps, laughs, fights, gets hurt, is happy and unhappy, and at last falls into the eternal slumber called Death."
Pause. His fist unclenched slowly. The skin beneath his gauntlets feels stretched and taut like a rubber band. "Goddess, know my message...!" An otherworldly wind picked up the Sal petals just as the wraith behind Shaka sent up a terrible banshee scream of rage. He slapped her just to shut her up. "Crawl back to your master like the bitch that you are." She promptly obeyed.
His work done, Shaka waited at the foot of the mountain.
Saori
It was the work of a moment.
She had received his message, and reality was a gunshot, or a fist coming in contact with her stomach. He was gone now, and had attained the Eighth Sense of Arayashiki. Now, it was her turn, and she desperately wanted to utter prayers. But whoever heard of Gods praying? For that matter, in whose or what name would they invoke these prayers if they did?
Gently, Saori pried Saga's fingers loose, knowing what she must do. The Gemini Saint gripped the dagger harder, a subconscious part of him fully aware of her intentions. 'He knows. He knows somehow, and he won't let go.' A voice whispered gently, yet rushed, in her mind. "You will understand soon..." The Athena whispered. The dagger came loose.
Raising her arms, blade facing her, Saori blinked. The King Stag before its ceremonial death at the hands of the Greenman. 'It is time I fought my own battles. I musn't waste anymore time. Shaka is waiting at Yomotsu Hirasaka...' Smiling at Saga, she spoke. "Goodbyes don't last forever. Don't fear for me; I shall return..." The dagger descended, and the sound of pierced flesh echoed through Sanctuary.
TBC...
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