// The Rose And The Arrow Part 1
Chapter 1 - The Sanctuary
The Greek Sanctuary of Athena, located in the city of Athens, have always been famous for bringing up the best fighters in the whole world. They were unarmed knights, that used to fight wearing nothing but a cloth to protect them... and the legend used to say that they were able to tear skies with their fists, and crack lands with their kicks. They could open craters, destroy whatever they wanted and build little worlds on the palm of their hands, planets of concentrated energy. No ordinary human being could kill or even defeat them.
They fought in the name of goddess Athena, patron of wisdom and fair battles. She used to guard and provide them with skills – not unnatural ones, but skills they'd learn to develop through their cosmos: the root of the spirit –, so that they'd beat injustice and evil. The goddess herself would come back, reincarnated, whenever danger would prowl in her so-estimated Earth. And they, the saints, were warriors in charge of watching over her well-fare and over her survival.
All saints were sent, as kids, to various parts of the world, to be trained and raised by other saints, stronger and wiser. They'd learn different techniques and, later, they'd leave to wherever they wanted to go, after growing old and completing their training. But all of them, for some reason, would return to that holy place, the Sanctuary, a kind of meeting place in their lives. The answer for everything lay there, with the goddess, in her enormous statue, converging all her fighters' existence to her temple.
Whether women or men, children or old, they'd struggle until death, holding on an ideal. They used to face all kinds of humane and inhumane challenges, and were to raise their own level to their enemies', sometimes much more powerful than them, even though it could mean a single lethal attack. But they were only men after all, and had feelings, blood running through their veins. They knew love, hate, friendship and feelings of missing among the uncountable battles in the hardest and coldest places, where nothing real could be born. They beat life and death. They surpassed the limit nature had imposed them, but in the end, they lived and felt just like all other mere people. In their hearts there were no time or wound to make them different from the others.
Aeolos recalled having a vision of that woman once. Once upon a long ago, when he was still a child, in the day he arrived at the Sanctuary. She was there, hiding behind the Pope, and while the others were seemingly somehow saluting him, she remained in her position, speechless and motionless. Actually, she looked like the kind of person who makes sure everyone hated her since the very first day they met her. But Aeolos wasn't willing to please her in those means, and decided not to take any conclusion before meeting her or getting to know her better.
She had long green hair that dragged along her back and left a trace where she passed through. She spoke Greek – he'd heard several short dialogues later on – with a certain accent, nonetheless intelligibly. She really seemed to be living in Greece enough to master the language as if she was born there, what was pretty unlikely to be, since she didn't look much older than 30 and Greek was very hard for foreigners. She had a skinny white body, not a single scar. She wore old training clothes, which, though ripped and dirty, were never changed. An austere, non-loving person. Aeolos would never dare taking a glance at that face, but something inside kept telling him that two hideous eyes lurked inside her mask.
By the time he met Saga and Shura, he had started to practise and realized he had to look after his younger brother, Aeolia. Aeolos just could spend his time trying to solve that puzzle over the mysterious female saint. He and is friends were united by solid bonds, and soon Aeolos revealed to be much different from others in the Sanctuary: a humble, modest boy, absolutely honest, sincere and kind to all. It was obviously no big surprise that some people would try to take advantage and cheat him, but in spite of being gentle and sensitive, Aeolos was no blockhead. He’d show those who tried to fool them that there was no reason to use any tricks again. Thus, he conquered everyone’s respect , admiration and, later, the sincerest love that ever existed.
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