Hi everyone! This is the English version of my original Polish fanfic "Mrok, który zostanie". I hope that in this language version someone will read my story and comment :) This is also an opportunity for me to train English, so any suggestions, especially regarding errors or possible idioms are welcome :)
Two information to start with: 1) the main character's name is Liwia (read: Livia; in Polish we have „w" instead of "v"); 2) the story begins in 1980.
Enjoy!
Uroboros
Grand Master Shion leaned against the stone balustrade of the temple terrace. He closed his eyes and sought his friend's cosmic energy for a moment. Finally he heard a familiar voice:
„I am here, old friend. Something happened?"
„Hello, Dohko. I thought... I thought you would be interested to know which of the knights this time I chose as a Sanctuary Guest."
„Hmm… Let me think... Is that... impossible! Don't tell me, my friend, that history has come full circle!"
Shion sighed sadly.
„I've thought about it for a long time. Did I have a chance to trick fate? Could I have chosen someone else? Probably yes, but would that really change the outcome of all future Holy War?"
„I doubt it," the Old Master comforted him. „Remember that the Cycles are not identical. Just look at us."
They laughed, though it wasn't much of a joy.
„So, Silver Fox Saint. From Poland?"
„Currently from the Polish People's Republic, yes. Her master, at my request, described how the girl looks. I hope he didn't think anything inappropriate," Shion muttered.
„Brunette? Blue eyes?"
„Of course. I don't understand this, because some of the knights look completely different. Except dots, Mu are not very similar to me," snorted Temple superior.
„Maybe because you became his master. Who knows if he wouldn't have disheveled greenish shag if you died those two hundred years ago," laughed Roshi.
„I do not wish this to anyone. Shag, I mean. Pity that it's not so simple, because it would be enough to search for strikingly similar looking people every two hundred years. Something like a beauty contest instead of fighting in the arena for armor. By the way: in a decade, battles for Bronze Armors will begin. If any youngster looks like Tenma, I'll send him to you right away."
„Gods forbid! This time I would like someone less madcap, thank you very much. Under the Rozan Waterfall lays an armor, so I will bring up a decent, patient student who will become a Dragon Saint. At least I hope so. Enough Meteors," he added and it sounded a little bit sad. After a moment he shaked off. „If there will be a repetition, they will look like two peas in a pod! Do you remember that bastard, Asmita?"
„Yes," Shion smiled and nodded. „Shaka looks identical, one to one. But he's just worse."
„I didn't know it's possible. Although, in principle, I heard about his nickname. In any case keep an eye on the situation, my friend. The Uroboros snake devours its tail, and the new Cycle is just beginning."
"And then the gods descend into the world of mortals," Shion nodded, sighed and ended the telepathic conversation.
Athens was falling in dusk.