NYALL:
I walked in silence through  the ample corridors that led to Davos`s throne room. My mind raced as I thought of all the possible ways to explain my failure to him, none seemed apropiate. The mission had been defined as "high priority" and I left it unfinished. I wondered what had happened... I was going to kill Lim, then Nikolai awoke. Nikolai... That hateful angel-like creature that had stolen Karenhath’s heart when her love should have been mine. I had wanted to kill him...But somebody teleported me away! And now not only was that thieving Earth-spawn alive but I had to find a believable way to explain Davos that I - Nyall the scorpion - had failed!

I growled softly and heard a few scared creatures scuttle away. I only I could make Nikolai fear me like that! The very sight of my metal- coloured eyes sent most people running, only Davos’s eyes were more unsettling. Yes, the first time I had seen them I had felt like dashing away from him... The first time he brought me back to life it was no different; but now, after living and reliving beside him I found his look less bothersome... But not completely harmless.

As the temple doors came into view I saw Belial exiting the room. Now that was an Earthian I vowed never to trust! He had the proud stance of an acomplished warrior and a feral look in his eyes that could only be defined as "hungry". Anybody who would betray his planet and side with the God his people feared most had to be dangerous; if not to himself, to us. I nevertheless walked towards him with a friendly looking expression on my face. He stopped in front of me and smirked, his purple eyes shone in the candlelight with a mischievous shade inside them, his short-cropped Burgundy hair contrasting awfully with the two dark green spots on his forhead that were the closest to eyebrows he had.
"Wipe that fake smile from your face Nyall, it makes you look like a failed shapeshifter." His tone of voice was quite amused and it grated on my already upset nerves.
"It’s a pity you couldn’t acompany that comment with a raised eyebrow, is it not?" His expression changed to one of fury, Belial did not take it kindly when people teased him about his race, then again, nobody did.
"You act and speak as if you believed yourself to be the owner of the temple, I may not have eyebrows-My lord" And he emphasised the last two words by bowing as he flashed me a sly grin that convinced me he knew something that I would not like- "But I at least can finish my assignments without having to be withdrawn." He laughed and walked past me giggling uncontrollably.

He definitively knew something. Damn! I hated it when Belial had something to be superior about in front of me! I was sure that he had only sided with Davos because for now he was winning... But who was I to complain? I had taken Davos’s side out of spite and because he had proved to be strong enough to help me defeat Nikolai even if in doing that Karenhath would.... Would hate me...

But even her hatred was better than that look of pity and compassion she had given me, so many years ago now. Now there was no turning back. Yes, I had betrayed my people to take revenge on them and the earthians, I was no better than Belial.

I reached the ornate doors and pushed them open resolutely, whatever Belial knew he had found it out from Davos, and so would I. Yet as I saw him staring at me I felt my resolve weaken. Those eyes! It was as if he could see right trough me!

"You are afraid of me... I thought we had gotten past that" His voice was surprisingly gentle, few would believe that the conqueror of so many worlds; and destroyer of twice as many, had the voice of an angel.

Angel...

"You are thinking of the young Gaian prince again, your stubbornness amazes me Nyall" I sighed and looked up.
"You consider it stubbornness that I wish to kill the man who took what was rightfully mine?" I inquired politely.

"Was her heart truly yours? Enough to decide to whom she should give it? You can call it a fair battle in which you lost ...But not theft" I bowed my head and nodded even though I refused to accept what he had just said, and Davos knew that too. As I considered my next move Davos spoke up:
"I have a new mission for you."

My mouth dropped. A new mission? Hadn’t I failed? Was he trying to get me into something dangerous so I would atone for not having killed Lim and Nikolai? "But Lord, I didn’t finish my last asingment!"
"I know." Of course he did! But then why?
"But I didn’t finish! You should be angry! I should have killed them but..." He cut in:
"You want me to punish you?" He sounded very amused and... Did this have something to do with what Belial knew?
"No but I would have expected you to be a bit... err...Displeased?"
"You think so?"
"I was  about to finish but..."
"Nyall?" The enjoyment in his voice was palpable.
"Yes...?" Was all I could say.
"I teleported you away."
 

JOHDAS:
"I’m telling you Iylden, if I don’t get an A+ in the next test I’m toast!"
"Toast? You? The class-genius? The day I see you getting anything lower than a doubla A I’ll throw myself off a cliff!"
"You only say that because I..."
"...Happen to have studied exactly  what the teacher was going to ask? Please!"

I laughed heartily and smiled at Iylden, yes it was true, I always got good marks but that didn’t make me the class genius...Did it? I pulled on one of his pale blond locks playfully, just to remind him that when he had gone to school it had been no different. Maybe I was my class’s  Genius, but he was the school’s pride, they might as well have put him on the insignia! Both Iylden and Aeyr were quite famous in the district; for being very handsome, awesomely  intelligent and being the only known case of  homozygous twins that didn’t look alike. Oh! Their faces were identical but Iylden had blond hair and golden eyes whereas Aeyr’s hair was the colour of fine silver and his eyes were a misterious shade of grey. I had known them all my life so their appearance was as natural as the milk-man to me, but most people found them unsettling and evaded their company. The same could be said of me, yet the reasons I was shunned for were different... I could have been handsome, Iylden said I had the looks of a seducer. I knew better than that, My hair was the colour of ebony, my skin was whiter than snow and my eyes were a vibrant red; my face was fine and slightly elfin but I always looked cold and unfriendly to everybody so even that was repelling. Separate from each other these characteristics could have been called "handsome"... but all together they were unnerving, like a demon’s smile.

"Thoughtful today aren’t we?" I was pulled out of my reverie by Iylden’s taunting voice. I looked up at him and smiled weakly. He frowned, sensing my gloominess.
"I was only thinking of the exam, you know what a worry wart I am!" I tried to put some energy into my voice but failed miserably. Lately I had been feeling so depressed, and the most anoying part was that I didn’t know why, aside from the insistent feeling of nostalgia and an occasional deja vú. But that wasn’t something to be depressed about was it?
"Johdas, you worry to much, and besides, if you were serious about needing to study for the exam you wouldn’t be going to visit a dream-reader right now would you?" He was so cheerful it made me want to laugh, but I wasn’t in the mood for that now.
"I was thinking maybe she could tell me what the dream I’ve been having so often lately means, Aeyr couldn’t"
"Aeyr isn’t a real dream-reader, he only interprets what you tell him when it is ridiculously obvious. Besides, I think it’s only a stupid dream."
"But you had a similar one, didn’t you?"
"Yes" He said now slightly anoyed. " And in this dream you were Death himself and the Earth was being destroyed by another Death god, you don’t honestly believe that has a reasonable meaning, do you? You wouldn’t kill a fly even if your life depended on it!"

I said nothing and kept on walking. I had lied to Iylden when I had told him I hadn’t had any new dreams, yet could that voice calling me few nights ago had been real? I was so sure I had heard it before.

Hades...

The truth was I couldn’t care less about the exam, all I wanted was to find if the boy in my dreams was real and alive. I had to find this person...
 
I had to find this Lim...NOW!
 

SHIRYU:
I sat quietly beside Seiya’s bed, torn between the temtation of waking him up and asking for an explanation of all that had taken place or letting him sleep longer. He looked so peaceful and inocent, yet wasn’t he the murderer of our enemies nightmares? To what extent did his childlike looks and personality match his past actions? Or mine? I had thougt myself to be calm and detached, mature and trustworthy... But I was a killer nevertheless. Did the reasons justify our methods? Could justice be found in the deaths of so many?
I was full of questions and had nobody to answer them. I would have liked to be able to seek out the solace of the Rozan waterfalls and the advice of my Sensei... But Dohko was dead and I couldn’t leave with Seiya unconcious and alone. Where was my usual serenity?
I had woken up in a hospital room a mere two days ago and the doctors said I had been asleep for no more than two weeks, so the time that had gone by since our battle with Hades was minimal. Yet in that short lapse of time I had lost so much!
Seiya stirred in his bed and moaned softly, I pressed my hand to his forhead checking for any sign of fever. There was none. I suddently both dreaded and desired him to open his eyes. He had seemed quite aware of what had happened two weeks ago, as if he had known what had siezed Shun and Hyoga. But then the cloths had teleported us here and he had fallen into unconciousness and had remained like that up to now.
The problem was: what if he woke up asking me a shower of questions?
I was used to helping him out, I understood his problems and psychology had always been one of my strengths, but right now I was at a complete loss for answers.
Seiya mumbled something in his sleep, I leaned closer to hear what it was.

"Saori-sama..." I smiled, some things didn’t change, but their relationship might. Hadn’t they confessed love to each other? I sighed and went outside to get some fresh air and hopefully a cup of tea.

 As I walked past a large window  I saw a crow-sized dragon perched on the balcony verandah. Not the kind of dragon I represented but the Celtic kind. The small golden-eyed green monster regarded me with an almost condescending air.  These little critters had begun showing up after our fight, them and an asortment of unusual fairy-tale spawned creatures that were certainly NOT indigenous to our world, or at least weren’t now. It wasn’t entirely strange that I was so un-like myself with all this going on was it?
Athena was napping in the room next to mine in the hospital, we took turns over guarding Seiya’s sleep. Shun was being taken care of by Ikki who had stayed only to make sure his brother was alright, that and to get some decent explanations out of him. Unfortunately Shun refused to say a word to any of us, he just lay on his bed whispering Hades’s name and crying.
Hyoga was in a room on another floor. Saori had said he preferred it like that, that was also unusual since Hyoga was always with one of us at the very least. Then Freya had come to see him and he had stubbornly refused to see her. Shun had gone upstairs to talk to him after that and had informed us that Nikolai wished to be left alone. Freya had cried and begged  for him to change his mind but Hyoga still refused to acknowledge her presence.
The Gold cloths remained outside his room; we had tried to take them away but they had teleported back and had seemed to scold us with their auras for being so audacious as to defy their will.

The world had changed in two weeks and it was still altering itself. The two people who knew the truth were shunning us so we were truly clueless... And I hated that!
But what bothered me the most was not their coldness, or the appearance of  the misterious Nyall, or even the fact that Earth was changing in front of my very eyes; the problem was: if those spheres that had surrounded Hyoga were souls, like Seiya’s, whose were they?

I shivered as a gust of  cold wind kissed my neck. Seiya... You might as well wake up soon. As I walked to the caffeteria I saw Ikki leaning against a wall, hidden inside a shadow... Crying.
He looked up and wiped the tears from his face.

"What are you staring at Dragon!?" He sounded both furious and in pain. I knew I should have gone to him and tried to help him, but I was to confused and hurt myself, so I didn’t.

I walked past him without even answering his question.
 

SHUN:
Damn him! Damn them all! They acted as if nothing had happened and we were still as we had been before going to fight in hell. Of course they didn’t remember anything, but still!
Ikki had come to see me as usual. He was now the only one who dared to come into my room and I didn’t blame the others for avoiding me, I had become quite ferocious, but still!
I had told my Niisan that I wanted to be alone, that I wanted to rest in peace and quiet, that HE WAS NOT WELCOME IN THIS ROOM! And still!
Still he treated me as if nothing had changed, if he wanted to help me that was not the right aproach. He avoided my eyes, he was afraid of me; but he pretended not to notice aything and tried to act like he always did. Unfortunately his way of being was usually cold and distant, even with me. So, now that he visited me every day and coddled me as he never had before I felt more alone than ever. This was not my Niisan, this friendly person who hid his terror under forcefull lauhgter was a stranger to me, I was confronted with strangers.. Or was it that I had become a stranger to them?
I wished Hades was here... He would know how I felt. I could always go and see Hyoga, but he was even worse than me: sick with grief and longing for a time already past.
Something inside me told me I shouldn’t resent my friends and my brother, they were unaware of what ailed us and we refused to speak of it. There was no point in discussing anything with them, what comfort could they give us?
And if they regained their memories and finally understood what was wrong with us...
They would probably also remember their hatred towards Nikolai, for having loved Karenhath, the warrior-princess of Shidral, and taking her side when Athena had been accused of forming an aliance with Davos.

Ikki had left my room in tears, I had told him I  was fed up with his constant presence hovering around me. I had made the Phoenix cry. I had not meant to hurt him so deeply, but he was well past subtleties.
 I wondered what had become of the other souls Nikolai had called back. Did they remember what I did? Did they even remember this life?
Hades, where are you? And Thanatos? Would you recognize me if you saw me, Hypnos? Were we really alone?
The world was returning to her old self, Davos was back... Could Karenhath be alive too?
There were too many questions and no answers to them...
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, to escape the blinding truth morning brought every day. Ikki came back in and sat down beside my bed. I looked up and saw his expression, there were no tear marks on his face, no emotion in his eyes save for a small glint of ever-present irony. He regarded me coldly and unfeelingly, as if he didn’t care about me any more, and that made me feel happier than anything he had done up to now.

I knew this person.
 

CAMUS:
There was ice...
And cold air...
And loneliness...
Then I heard a voice, it was gentle and friendly...soothing. I felt myself being lifted and carried, but I felt too hurt and tired to find out where I was being taken. Soon after I fell asleep.

It was a triangle. It spun in circles above me, slowly revealing a bright spot of light on each corner.
White.
Blue.
Black.
The triangle shattered and I saw three silhouettes: winged creatures, two had angel-like wings, the other one’s wings were dragon-like. But I couldn’t see their faces, yet I knew their auras, as I knew my own. They had once meant something to me, something important.

...There was fire, I saw the Earth going up in flames. Flames, red , like strands of hair...
She stood before me, red hair that shone with rich golden highlights, green eyes that pierced my soul.
"I forgive you.." Her voice was soft and the words were soothing. She forgave me... What for?

...An angel stood before me, I recognized it as one of the silhouettes, but now I saw it clearly. Golden hair, ice-blue eyes, brown skin, a white snowflake with a golden trianglein the middle...White feather-covered wings...

...A golden cross...
"Protect him always..." The voice of a woman telling me to care for this angel. I would give my life for him.
The angel shed a tear, then there was fire again, and darkness...

Davos...

...The fire haired nymph crying out for me to stop... Her death at the hands of a metal-eyed youth. The angel’s pain was my own, I let her die, and now he would follow her.
It was my fault...

...The Earth shattered, the angel had died to protect me. The other two Angelic beings took their own lives...

Protect him always...Terran

"Stop Terran! Help me, Please! I LOVE HIM! DON’T LET ME BE WITHOUT HIM!!"

I forgive you...

"Terran... I loved her... now I don’t think I can go on...."

Nikolai...

I had done it, it had been my fault. I had helped Athena destroy Gaia, I had helped her kill Nikolai...
 

"NIKOLAI!!" I cried out his name in anguish, something inside me hoping that my cries would bring him back, make him forgive me...
"Shhhh, it’s ok, it’s ok." A woman’s voice. It was gentle and soothing; soft hands touched my forhead and I felt something cold dabbing my temples, wiping the sweat away. The gentle hands brushed the tears away from my face... I had been crying!? I couldn’t see any solid shape clearly, my eyesight was blurred and I felt dizzy, my head hurt and I was unable to muster enough strength to lift a finger.
I felt a shift of weight on the bed and realized that the woman had been sitting beside me, and had gotten up.
Dimly I knew I was probably feverish, but all I could think of was that I felt so terribly cold. My body shook and shivered and my head swam. What had I been dreaming about?

I felt hot tears fall down my cheeks and onto the pillow. I had been dreaming of my past...
The angel had looked just like Hyoga... Or had it been Hyoga’s past life?

Protect him always ...Terran.

The rosary Hyoga had... It meant something important, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
The fever made my delirium and reality mix together so I couldn’t tell what I had dreamed from what was happening.
Was Hyoga my Nikolai?
Then it hit me, I was dead! But then how could I be running a fever?
I was alive again...

Again...I have a life, a new chance?

A chance for what! After what I had done!? WHAT WE HAD ALL DONE!!!
I didn’t deserve to live, I wasn’t supposed to be alive...
I had betrayed the person I cared the most for, his planet and I had allowed his loved one to die, I had planned on it!

No, this was wrong, I had to die. "I’ll die..."
"Hush now, you are quite safe young man. Don’t worry, you’ll get better in no time" the voice was accompanied by hands that stroked the back of my neck.
She lifted my head and pressed a cup to my lips."Drink this, it will help you sleep." I didn’t have the strength to refuse so I accepted the offer and drank the warm liquid in the glass.
I instantly became sleepier and slowly drifted off...

...The triangle wasn’t spinning any more and the lights were gone. There was only darkness...

...Voices, talking in a familiar language, the Earth was gone, the universe itself was gone...
Then there was an explosion of light, the beginning of the universe again... A new universe.

...Red hair, eyes like emeralds...
"I forgive you..."

She stood before me dressed in a green robe, her fiery mane fell to the ground in delicate and graceful waves, like a sea of flames...
"This is our last chance, Terran. I still love him, help me find him." I nodded and extended my hands towards her.
"I will help you get to him. I promise." She smiled and took my hands.
"This time we will end all cycles and restore balance to our worlds... With love, and..." She squeezed my hands and smiled up at me before finishing. "... Understanding. Patience between each other."
Then her hands let go of mine and she ran away into the darkness.

The Earth grew...again.
The universe took shape...again.

A new chance was given, so that one day we would all return, and we would repeat the same story.
The same fight...

Davos...

...And this time, we had the knowledge of what had happened before to aid us. To help us change the outcome of our story.
 

I woke up feeling stronger and livelier,I propped myself up on my elbows. The room I was in was smaller than I had thought, a common town-house probably. The woman came in. She was not as young as I had expected, a close examination revealed she was probably in her mid-thirties, with long blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. Her face brightened up considerably when she saw I was awake and a smile lit up her eyes giving them a girlish glint.
"Lie down, you are still not well enough" Her hands pushed my chest down forcing me back onto the bed."Are you feeling better young man?" Young? Yes I was barely twenty-two, but my past experiences made me psychologically older, more mature. Still that did not make my body older so indeed it was natural that to the untrained eye I might appear to be young.
"Yes, thank you" My voice was hoarse and it hurt to talk. She seemed to notice this for she fetched me a glass of water. She also held my head as I drank thirstily.
"You do look healthier. I was afraid the fever would take you but it seems youth has seen you through!" I smiled but said nothing. She continued:
"There’s a big world out there waiting for you to go back, you know?" If only she knew! Her voice was nevertheless a friendly sound in the quiet room. "And I bet you have a thousand things to do! Anything in mind?"

Protect him...

"Yes"
 

SAORI:
I had been sitting beside Seiya’s bed for a bit longer than five hours, it was now somewhere between three or four o’clock in the morning, but I wasn’t in the least bit sleepy so I continued to watch him. Shiryu had woken me up and asked me if I wanted to keep an eye on Seiya or if he should call a nurse, I had told him that I wanted to watch over him myself. My Dragon saint seemed distressed (As if I wasn’t !) and restless. I told him to go and sleep, that I would wake him up if anything happened; he had bowed curtly and told me he would much rather have a cup of tea and then go for a walk in the hospital’s vast gardens. That was so much like him! Meditation and mental peace before a nap! But then I had asked him, just as he left the room, if he had seen Ikki and if so, how he was. There was a telltale infinitesimal pause in his stride and then he walked out , pretending not to have heard the question. Shiryu was usually frank and honest with me, but he had avoided my inquiry this time, and he knew that I was aware of this.
Had something happened between the arrogant Phoenix and Shiryu? . Even if it had , why hide it from me? I had noticed that Shiryu was avoiding Ikki lately, as if he felt he had wronged him but didn’t dare try to apologize. Seiya’s health obviously upset us all, we had always considered him our team’s heart and soul, but now I had begun to realize this might not be so true. Shun’s gentleness kept his brother’s violent personality at bay, his kindness was always an inspiration to me, his tranquility made him likeable to Shiryu and he was the bridge between him and Ikki; finally, his determination to avoid fighting unless it was strictly necessary gave us all an example. He had remained inocent throughout our battles and had shared that gift with us. Now he was acting sullenly and like an angry demon; ferocious and unforgiving. The problem was I didn’t know what he didn’t forgive me for!
Then there was Hyoga: he always had a solution to any problem, his friendly personality and good humor made him excellent company, he had a curious gift for being able to understand people’s inner hearts by just watching them, so most people ended up liking him after a little while; he was patient and never gave up when he had his mind set on something, he was always giving us strength to go on...

They were our heart and soul...

And they were hurting! And even though we tried to help it was no use. I was a goddess so the concept of reincarnation was not alien to me... So why hate me? Had I done something evil to them in a past life?
I doubted it, but still...

Shiryu and Ikki would not bear each other’s company much longer, they were troubled, but they would never confide on each other. They were just to dissimilar, too proud and shared no real bond other than a friendship born out of battle-companionship. And even if Seiya did wake up before the tension between them exploded it wouldn’t help much, it would only leave Ikki truly alone for Shiryu would go to Seiya, so the Phoenix would probably either leave out of spite or out of angry rejection from both us and his baby brother.
Then there was this Nyall. I had never seen him, or anything like him, before in my life. He had claimed to be there to prevent Shun from remembering something, even if he had to kill him to do that. Then he had spoken of a...Davos?
This was just too much. Too many questions, too many things left unsaid. My only hope this would all quiet down.

Seiya...I had confessed my love to him and he had said it was mutual. Another complication! He was my bodyguard, was it right for us to pursue a relationship? I was so confused and scared... "What is going to happen, Seiya-chan?" I whispered softly.

This was going to get me nowhere, I had to try and find a solution to this puzzle, and I had to do it fast. Obviously I couldn’t deal with all my problems at the same time so I ought to start by the simplest. I was sure there was a connection between this Davos, Hyoga and Shun; Earth’s sudden alterations and this feeling of familiarity that siezed me lately. It was not familiarity with any past cycles because usually by now I was dead and so were all warriors, except the ones meant to watch over Hades’s seal; so I had to start some sort of serious research on our enemies and if there was a scientifically reasonable explanation for a planet going crazy from one day to another, even though I doubted it. Then I had to find out if there were any other....resuscitations, like Seiya’s, if it had indeed been Hyoga who performed them and if so: why?
The Ikki-Shiryu problem would have to wait. As if there was anything I could do about it anyway!
I gently stroked Seiya’s tangled curls, running my fingers through the brown mass of knots. Ugh! Some were so thick I was quite positive it would be easier to cut them than to try to run a comb through them!
My hand strayed to his cheeks, he had more colour...
Was he leaning into my hand...?

"Saori-sama..." He sighed and a small smile appeared on his lips. Shiryu had mentioned him mumblung my name in his sleep... But it was still exciting to actually hear him saying it, did that mean he would be waking up soon?
I hoped so... He at least had seemed to know a bit about what had seized Hyoga.
Cygnus... He was also one of my main worries. Freya had been close to hysterics when I had finally convinced her to return to Asgard. It had always seemed to me that they made a nice couple... Then again Shun had always said Hyoga could only see Freya as a friend; when I asked him why he had answered:
"Because she is too much like his mother." Yet I had always thought it because she looked like his mother that he would be happy with her. Shun had looked at me as if I had been nuts and I had never talked about that with him again. Still it seemed once again I was wrong, wouldn’t have Hyoga been happy to see Freya if he truly loved her?
My Goddess intuition and heart-reading powers had never worked on either Shun or Hyoga, and I was begining to suspect that was also connected to the main problem, whatever it was.

I smiled at Seiya’s sleeping face and bent down to kiss his forhead, yet as I did that my body turned, seemingly on its own volition and I ended up kissing his lips. So much for the calm virgin-goddess act! But that was my mortal side speaking, so why had I kissed him?
Saori you fool! Athena and I were different parts of the same person! Was it so hard to believe my divine side had also fallen in love with this unbearably over-enthusiastic young boy?

"Weren’t you supposed to be a holy virgin?" An amused voice shook me out of my daydreaming. I looked at down to find a pair of loving coffe-brown eyes staring up at me.

Loving!

I thought that when he eventually woke up I would have a thousand things to say; as it turned out I couldn’t even remember how to say hello, so I hugged him and he returned my embrace, as silently as I had given it.
 
 

SAGA:
I stretched lazily in my bed, if it could be called that. I had slept on a pile of cushions strewn on the floor with a light blanket on top. Shura lay beside me, still sleeping I noted; Aiolia and Aiolos were a little to my left, also asleep; Mu had gotten the bed and was sharing it with his sensei Shion, was I the first one up?

"Y’wake Saga?"  Was the slurred whisper I heard coming from behind me. I turned to see Milo smiling at me, eyes still misty with sleep.
"Yes, did I wake you up?" He stretched languorously on the pillows he had claimed last night and slept on. I had to refrain myself from laughing, he  was like a big cat! The feral look in his eyes, the fluid movement of his body, his purr-soft vioce that was also definitively seductive and the sly, confident grin he always wore on his handsome face...
Even a man could see why so many girls in sanctuary had been crazy about him. Wasn’t that the whole point of scorpio anyway? Being a beautiful, misterious killer who was as linked to death as to lust and sexuality? It was a pity that under all that physical magnetism there seemed to be no feelings at all. Shion said that he wasn’t heartless, only too reserved. I had thought at first that he was as hollow inside as Deathmask, but now that I had a chance to observe him closely I had the feeling that, like most of us, his personality was marked by a traumatizing experience.
"Yes Milo" I whispered back and yawned. As wakefulness settled in, the innocent wake-up smile erased itself from his face and was replaced by the customary sly one. Shura sighed and turned his back towards me, curling up into a small heap.

"We should get up and make breakfast so we don’t have to clean the dishes." He said as he heaved himself up from the "bed". I sighed and got up too, careful not to wake Shura up. He might be a bit obnoxious due to his spanish pride... but he was also a friendly person and had an agreeably mild character, he deserved his sleep.

As we fixed some bread and fruit I noticed we were running out of food. We had better find a job fast, I didn’t know where Milo had gotten the money we had used to buy food and rent the small hotel room from, but I had the feeling I had better leave it that way.
 We had all woken up in different places in Greece, but for some reason we had run into each other just the same.
After a while we decided not to inform Athena of our resucitation because we weren’t sure what her reaction to it might be and because we had all agreed on finding out who had brought us back. All the clues we had were the recurrent dreams from which all we could remember was a golden triangle and three winged creatures... That and the odd distorted memory of an angel calling us, telling us he would wait...until we remembered him...
Nevertheless I knew that deep inside we all wanted to go back, not particularly for Athena, but to see Seiya and his fellow bronze saints. I wondered if they had all made it alive through Hades’s Realm And if they hadn’t, were they brought back to life like us? We hardly knew them but we felt a certain afinity towards them, something that had in the past few days grown stronger: We missed them!

Aiolos came into the room rubbing the sand away from his eyes. He looked around the kitchen groggily but his eyes snapped fully open when he spotted the food.
"I’m STARVING!" He said smiling up at us. A pillow flew across the room and hit him on the head.
"You’ll be BLEEDING soon too unless you lower the volume!" Said Shura in his spanish-accented greek. Milo snickered and I raised my eyes to the heavens. Even though Aiolos had been resuscitated as a 14 year old and Shura was well into his 23rd birthday; even though it was Shura who killed Aiolos 13 years ago and even though they had missed years of each other’s lives, they were still best friends. Their close relationship was a soothing change when compared to the formal coldness that had shrouded our first few days together, but then we had finally given in and had begun befriending each other. We found out, much to our surprise, that we had many things in common and it was not hard to get along well. That didn’t mean it was all perfect, not everybody got on peacefully with everybody else. Aiolia resented Shura and thought that he had no right to reclaim his brother’s frienship; Aiolos was obviously unsure of how to deal with the age shift between himself and his "Little" brother, since now Aiolia was six years older; Mu and Shion weren’t used to being with people around for so long, Jamilons were a very isolated race, and since technically they were both  the Aries saint now there was a certain... stiffness towards each other; then there was Milo, he was good company as long as you didn’t get personal while talking and he was out more often than not; finally Shaka, he was distant and condescending with most of us, but much to our surprise we had realized he didn’t do it because he felt superior, he just didn’t know any other way of being.

But those were just the problems! There were many good things also. Mu had proved to be a good cook and when he opened himself up he was (surprisingly!) a very funny person and not nearly as serious as we had envisioned him; Shion was also noticeably good natured (Maybe it was a racial trait?); Milo and I got on quite well and I had the feeling someday he would tell me his story so we were considerably happy with each other’s company. But what would happen when we found the others? We didn’t doubt the possibility they were alive too. I did not think Deathmask’s company would be welcome to anybody, and Aphrodite? His sexual tendencies had been common gossip in the sanctuary, not very appraising things to be said of a man. Then there was the posibility that they were true and that was why he let the rumors spread, and THAT was unsettling. As far as I knew we were all heterosexual. But I had my doubts wether Milo was actually bisexual, since he was so obviously intent on being admired by men as well as women. Still he hadn’t made a move on any of us yet so maybe I just worried too much.

We were trying our best anyway. We had to find this angel, if he was who had given us this second chance and find out why he had done it, and...

A small dragon landed on a branch in front of our kitchen window.

...If it had anything to do with all the recent changes our world was going trough.

"Eat all you want Aiolos" Purred Milo. "We have many things to do today and you have to be full of energy"
Mu came into the room and sat on a stool beside me, he was soon followed by Shaka and Aiolia. Shura groaned.
"Can’t we sleep a bit longer?" We all laughed heartily at this and patted Shura comfortingly as he stepped into the kitchen.

I left them eating and went to find Shion.
He was staring out the window, eyes slightly unfocused as he mentally probed the surrounding area, he was the omly one who was able to use cosmo, and the first few days he had been reduced to a whimpering heap due to headaches after doing so. I was always uncomfortable when left alone with him. I had murdered him and was afraid that deep down he resented me. It seemed to me that he might be happier if I wasn’t around him too often.
A small smile curved his fine lips.
"You already had breakfast?"
"No" I answered softly. "But you haven’t either."
He turned to me and smiled.
"Thank you..."
I stared, uncomprehending. "What for?"
"For caring, Saga. For caring about my feelings."
We stared at each other for a long while, then he walked towards me and, taking my arm, pulled my numbed body to the kitchen.
"Come on" He said laughing. "I’m hungry."
 

HYOGA:
I felt cold and lonely, the pain of the newfound memories was still fresh in my mind. Lim had come to see me a few days ago, after Freya had come. Her presence had irritated me, the very idea of her being near me had made me sick. I wanted Karenhath! Dear Terran, if only you were here!
I let out a small sob as I realized that his presence would only make it worse. He hated Karen! I wished I had somebody to talk to...
Lim was too hurt for me to make him worse with my own pains.
Akaren... You disliked her too, didn’t you?
Athena had given up trying to talk to me and Shiryu hadn’t come asking about me, not even once!
Was Seiya awake now? My world had been reduced to the small hospital room I lay in and I didn’t have the strength to even attempting to go outside. Only the gold clothes’s auras soothed me, they felt for me, still there wasn’t enough power on this planet for them to truly awaken yet, but there would soon be.

The souls I had reawakened hadn’t given any signs of life yet; not that I expected them to do so anyway. They would have many things to deal with, like teamwork, something I knew they weren’t very familiar with. They would regain their memories given time, but now all they would have would be a few shadowed glimpses and brief dreams that held the knowledge they seeked yet not the code to descipher them.
They would come back to me, but not just yet.

I sighed and rolled over on my bed, the sheets were all wrinkled and the pillow was uncomfortably hot. Distantly I heard my stomach growl a small protest. I hadn’t eaten anything in days! Maybe I would ask for some food later on... Much later on.
I simply didn’t think my metabolism could handle anything right now, and even though I knew I should eat I didn’t feel like doing so. Was this how Shun had felt after we had thought Ikki was dead, before our asault on sanctuary? This sad lonely feeling?

What is more important, Nikolai?

I had to rest, there was a long ordeal ahead of me and I had to finish it as soon as possible. Starting with finding the third prince, D’jyanne. I had very vivid memories of what he looked like so I was by now I was well aware of who he was. His reapearance into the Saint’s saga would probably annoy Saori, then again, this was no longer her business.

Yes, I would get better and begin the arrangements to adapt to the new era I had brought along with the surfacing of my past incarnation’s memories, and I would find a way to fix all our mistakes...

...And find Karenhath.

If she was alive too.
 

BELIAL:
Nyall had left Davos’s temple chambers in quite a hurry a few days ago, he had been told he would be departing for Shidral in no time. Things were sort of boring when he wasn’t around, there was nobody to pester. Davos had briefed me on Nyall’s mission: he basically had to go to the goddamed place and find out if there was any trace of contact between them and the Gaians. Then he had to return here where he would be asigned a partner to work with as spies on Earth. This last part he did not know. I had been told for a very simple reason: I was to be his partner.
I knew Nyall disliked me profoundly so I guesed this was his punishment for not killing the two awakened princes...
But that didn’t explain why Davos had suddently decided he preferred them to be  alive...
His reasons were still a mystery to me, and to everybody else, but we all followed him. Some, like Nyall, in search of revenge; others, like me, saw a refugee from past memories. There were other cases who called my atention even more: Dimitri, the leader of Davos’s elite force and who was in some weird way connected to the Gaian Triangle, though he never left any clues as to how and was also never seen without a long black robe that concealed his face and body. Rumors had it that he was or had been, a member of the Gaian White Angel family line, which would make him a close relative of Nikolai... Was that somehow realated to Davos’s change of mind?

Nothing was what it seemed inside Davos’s realm.
Sometimes I wished I had been stronger like the others who had managed to escape the dying continent. And then I would remember that it had been the so called "Friendly" humans who had slaughtered the Jamilon continent, because they were afraid of us. We had never made a move against them, but we were psychics so they took a vote and decided that they were better safe than sorry. And that was how a whole race had been almost completely wiped out in the past hundred years. But wasn’t that the way of human behaviour after all? Kill what you don’t know, kill what you know is dangerous (even if it hasn’t harmed you) and kill for your own profit.

It didn’t matter if Davos paired me with Nyall, he wasn’t a xenocide; he wasn’t human. I felt safe with him, metal eyes and all.
 

CAMUS:
I walked around the small house experimentally, testing the strength in my legs. Now that I was better I had been able to explore my surroundings more carefully. The house I was in was barely large enough for two people to live in, but it was cozy and kept the bitter chill of the Siberian winter outside. I wasn’t in a town as I had thought earlier, this was a cottage lost amidst the ice covered mountains.

The woman who had saved me was also an interesting feature. She had long golden hair which she kept braided at her back, she was younger than thirty but her eyes had a wise shine in them which made her look older, her skin was milky-white and looked like fine porcelain in the dim candle-light; her features were also fine and delicate, slightly fragile. She had an almost translucent quality to herself, as if she wasn’t real. She was quite possibly, the loveliest woman I had ever met, but there was something about her... A familiarity. I felt I knew her from somewhere and I also had the impression, sometimes when she smiled or made a particular gesture; that I had seen a face like hers before, like her but not quite her.

"Eager to leave the nest, young one?" She had never asked my name and I hadn’t inquired what was hers so she called me "young one" and I referred to her as "lady", even if it sounded too cold and formal for a person as warm and as loving as her. Strangely I was not in the least bit attracted to her in the way I would normally feel towards such a charming woman, what I felt for her was more like... Like what?
Vaguely I realized this would have been how I would have felt towards my mother, had I chanced to meet her. It was puzzling, but I decided it was all right since she wasn’t attracted to me either.
"Eager to stretch my Lady, not yet to fly away" I answered smiling at her as she entered carrying a tray of food for me.
"You will still do so soon."
"Leave?" I asked distractedly.
"Yes." There was a finality in her voice that surprised me. Did she want me to go? But then it was gone and I was with my strange yet friendly lady again.

We ate in silence and when we were finished she took the tray away and left me alone once again. I had met her before, but where? My childhood in France? My training years? I did not know.
What I did know was that she was growing restless, as if by the very act of being here she were violating some deep unspoken rule. I had to find out more about her.
Her voice was so familiar, it was like...

Protect him...

I shook my head and lied down on the bed. All this thinking was taking me nowhere. I knew I was well enough to leave and begin searching for Nikolai, but I did not want to leave this woman, in the short time I had known her I had grown fond of her and it seemed to me she would be lonely out here if I left. Or was I just convincing myself of this because I was afraid that Nikolai wouldn’t forgive me? I let out a small sigh and closed my eyes. I had to leave, I knew that, but I just couldn’t make myself do it.
 As I began to fall asleep I saw her face only inches above mine.
"Are you well?" She asked softly. I suddently felt she meant something bigger than if I had a headache right then or not.
"Yes, why?"
"I have to leave."
I stood upright in surprise.
"Now?" I asked too confused to make sense of anything she said.
"I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Now that you are fine I must leave. I had to make sure you lived."
"Why?" I asked alarmed. "You haven’t even told me your name!"
She sighed and gave me a sad smile. "You’ll remember it given time"
And having said that she got up and left the room. I leaped out of bed and followed her outside the house. There was a terrible snowstorm .
"Come back!" I cried into the roaring winds. " You will die out there!"
She turned around, I could barely make her out through the snow-thickened winds.
"Promise me!" She yelled above all the noise.
"What!?" I cried desperately.
"Promise me." And she paused to get her breath back. "That you will protect him, always!"
I froze and stared at the disappearing figure with wide and confused eyes and I almost failed to hear her last words before she truly vanished.

"Protect my son..."

The next day I walked up to the nearest town and found someone to brief me on the cabin’s owner. They didn’t know what I was talking about.
It took a while to convince a guide to acompany me up to the cottage so he would tell me who it belonged to and if there was any way of locating the owner’s son.

When we got there the cottage was gone.
 

AEYR:
"A past life!?" I knew I was overreacting but I couldn’t help it. I had gotten back from the arts institute at which I studied to find Johdas sitting in the living room of our house with an absent look on his face and Iylden screaming at him that what he had been told was not, could not be the truth. We rarely fought with each other and if we did I was usually the one who ended up screaming at Johdas.
I had finally convinced them of telling me what was wrong so they had begun by asking me if I remembered the recurrent dream Johdas had been having recently and that he had asked me to interpret. I said I did, it was hard to forget anyway, the mental image of bookwormish no-nonsense harmless-as-a-hamster Johdas being venerated as a Death God and fighting another Goddess was, if anything, hilarious. Iylden told me that this dream had driven Johdas to look for help in a dream-reader. I had failed to see the dream’s meaning because it had nothing to do with the Johdas I knew so I had told Johdas it wasn’t anything important.
The dream-reader told him it was a memory from a past incarnation.

"Johdas, those old crones are never right, lets forget this whole episode and carry on with our lives." Iylden sounded uncertain and I knew Johdas had heard the waver in his voice too. I walked up to them and kneeled in front of Johdas, put my hands on his shoulders and forced him to look at me.
"Is there something you haven’t told us?" He bowed his head and a small shudder tore through his body. Iylden straightened himself up and gave me a worried look. Johdas did not lift his head and I knew at that point that whatever happened today would change our lives forever. I knew Iylden had also had a few of these dreams but refused to speak of them due to the shame they brough him. My dreams were no better, in them I was a traitor to my people... And to Johdas.
We had grown up together in this house; Johdas’s parents had adopted Iylden and me and had cared for us as if we had been their own flesh and blood, we were in every sense of the word: Brothers. Now there seemed to be a growing barrier between us, these dreams were upsetting our lives and even though the rational side of me told me they were nothing but figments of my imagination I knew otherwise. When Johdas’s pàrents died we took care of him and made sure he grew up to be the man his father had dreamed of raising. In the years that came he developed into a handsome, intelligent young man; nevertheless he also became more isolated, Johdas atributed this to his unusual features, I knew better. There was something in him people sensed that made them both respect and fear him, Iylden and I ignored it completely but we too felt it. The dreams that had begun only weeks ago had already caused a change in his outward atitude, now they were changing his life and consecuently ours too.
Iylden put a comforting hand on both our shoulders.
"What haven’t you told us little brother?"
Johdas looked up and smiled weakly.
"In our dreams we saw a triangle, you too Iylden, right; I also saw the death of the Earth and I saw rebirth and become the world we know; but in my dream the death of Gaia was linked to the death of three creatures, Sacred Races I think is what they were called. There were many of them, but only three ruled: one of each kind. I knew one of them, the one with black wings. A few nights ago I heard him calling me, Don’t you see? Lim is alive! Alive!"

We remained in silence for a while. It was not all that improbable that what we were seeing was a part of our past was it? But that would mean that we were... Gods? The idea was too farfetched to be believed, except that we did believe it and that was why it bothered us so much.
"You want to find this....Lim; right Johdas?" I was practically whispering.
"Yes" He answered. "He calls me every night. I don’t know if you will understand this but.... I failed him once, he wanted me to help protect something and I was too caught up in my own problems to help him. I want..." He fell silent and looked up, his ruby gaze bore into my own. There was determination there, and acceptance. He understood what he had to do because ... Because he knew who he was. "...I want to be there for him as he was always there for me and I want to help him destroy the being that caused all this." He spread his arms.
Outside the birds sang oblivious of how this conversation would alter their world. But the changes had already begun anyway. From the appearance of a whole new variety of flora and fauna to an alteration in the global temperature. Why on earth was I relating our dreams with that anyway?

Because you know that they are related.

I looked at Iylden and he gazed back at me. I understood his message, wherever Johdas went we would go with him, even if it meant that we would face all the demons of hell.
Always together...
"Do you know where to start searching?" Iylden inquired softly.
Johdas frowned and then nodded. "I think we should begin in Greece"
I gave my twin a questioning look. He faced Johdas and said:
"Couldn’t you be a bit more specific? I mean, we can’t search throughout an entire country."
Johdas’s look clearly stated that if necesary, we would. He then frowned again and rubbed his temples trying to remember any other details.
"A...Hospital?" He offered weakly.
"Nope, still too vague" I answered patiently, aware that from a rational point of view we were quite crazy if we thought that we could locate someone getting information out of a dream. Then again, this person came from our dream so...
"Pillars, temples, a hospital, a mansion..." Johdas was naming all the things he saw that may help us get an idea of where to look.
Iylden’s eyes widened and he breathed in sharply.
"Twelve temples?" He asked, his voice trembling.
"Yes, a sanctuary of some kind."
We had all heard the strange reports the news gave on ESP phenomenons happening in Greece and other major archeological sites around the globe. It figured, Lim was probably a warrior of some kind.
That brought some odd images of us three fighting as we did in our dreams, but not quite the same... The setting seemed to be in our present world.
I shivered.
"Then we shall go to Greece and find your Lim." Having said this Iylden got up and went to his room. He needed some time alone to sort things out; so did I.
I turned to look at Johdas and gently stroked his raven-coloured hair.
"Why are you crying." His head was bowed but I could clearly see the tears running down his face.
"Aeyr, do you think I could be... Evil?" I shook my head and answered.
"No, why? Is this still your dream we are talking about?"
He looked at me, fear shone in his eyes. "In your dream, Aeyr; does anyone call you by another name?"
The question made me start. I was often called, but even though I knew it was me the voices meant I could never make out what it was that they called me. "Yes but I never manage to hear what they say."
"Oh.." Tears put out his voice.
"Did you hear your...Dream-name?" He nodded and tears pooled down his cheeks. "What did they call you?"
"When I dreamed of the past I didn’t hear my name clearly, but..."
"But you heard it when Lim called you."
"Yes."
I sighed heavily. "What did he call you?"
Johdas stood up and walked to the window. He leaned on the cool glass, still avoiding my eyes.
"Hades." He said at last. "He called me Hades."
 

SORRENTO:
I tapped my fingernails nervously on the expensive pinewood armrests of the chair I sat on. The room I was in was very familiar to me; still, right now I felt uneasy in it. Like all the other rooms in the house it was tastefully decorated in shades of blue and ivory with an occasional touch of either silver or gold. The furniture was comfortable and pleasant to look at, not even close to gaudy, which was what reporters claimed the house ought to look on the inside. In other words it was a lovely house that did not brag the amount of money its owner possessed but made you feel at home from the minute you stepped through the door.
I had left my flute in my room; I wished I had brought it!
Julian came in, a friendly smile on his handsome face that made his sea-blue eyes shine brighter graced his mermaid-like features, making him look like some kind of seaspawned spirit out of a story book. No wonder half of the girls on this planet were after him. Normally I would have jumped up to greet him with a happy smile; I had been with him for the past few months and had grown quite attached to him. He was not the spoilt stuck-up brat I had thought he would be once freed from the demon’s grasp; he was friendly with me, like a brother, and he had never shouted at me and was always willing to listen to my problems and help me fix them; even when he was still confused and tortured by the memories of his experience with Athena’s saints. All that affair had left him very depressed, but he had helped the orphaned children and had forgiven me for going along with it. He had a heart of gold and I admired him for that, but there were some things that would be better left unforgiven.

Kanon was one of them.

Julian eyed me curiously and raised an eyebrow. I took a deep breath and spoke up.
"Are you sure we are safe with him around? I mean, he could turn on us anytime!"
Julian shook his head and smiled again. He actually trusted Kanon! I couldn’t believe it, not after all the pain his twisted plans had brought him.
"He has changed Sorrento, the evil has been cleansed from his heart and besides; we need his help." I shook my head in wonder.
"You really mean it don’t you?"
He nodded and knelt before me. "Would I lie to you?"
I smiled and shook my head emphatically. Julian was too honest for his own good, but that suited me fine, I liked honest people. The only thing that scared me was that Kanon would end up hurting Julian even more.
"So you say he will be manageable?"
Julian laughed and patted my left shoulder affectionately. "He won’t be an angel, that’s for sure; it’s in his nature to be spiteful and bad-tempered, but he can also be friendly and caring, if, and only if you give him a chance"
I laughed softly and smiled at Julian. "If you say so..."
Julian got up and ruffled my hair playfully; yes, he was like a brother to me.
"I’ll go and fetch him, ok?"
Yet as he stepped trough the door he stopped and turned towards me. I tensed, sensing something was at hand.
"Sorrento... You mean a lot to me, so does he, in a different way, but he still does."
I sighed understanding what he meant.
"You knew him... Before."
Julian nodded in approval.
"Just like I knew you." He paused as if considering wether he should say something or not and then continued. "You both shared the same occupation."
I fell back into the chair. Kanon and I... We had worked together once? I wanted to ask something else but Julian had already left. The fact that Julian was actually the reincarnation of a deceased prince didn’t bother me, the fact that that prince’s race was a sort of a cross-over between a sea dragon and a human didn’t bother me either, having to be nice to the person I had believed myself to hate the most... THAT bothered me. But if Julian said I had to work with Kanon I would, I owed him that much. And if it meant we would have a chance of stopping the warrior cycles and return Earth to being a paradise like it had been before... It would probably be worth the effort.

"Ahem." Julian called my attention softly. I swiveled to find myself locking eyes with Kanon. He lowered his gaze and offered me a weak smile. My jaw hit the floor. He was being nice to me? It had to be a trick of some kind...
But I found that I was smiling too. I hadn’t regained my memories from my past life, Julian believed I would do so soon anyway; but I felt, in a very odd way, happy to see Kanon.
This was weird!
"I’m glad to see you Sorrento." Kanon’s voice was the same deep baritone, but there was something welcoming about it. So this was how Julian had felt after awakening in the beach after having fought Athena; this feeling of deja vú and renewal.
Maybe it wouldn’t be as hard as I had thought it would be.

And when the triangle is complete, Davos wil die!
 

APHRODITE:
Deathmask writhed on the floor unable to keep himself from laughing, Aldebarán was not much better off, Dohko’s face was a mixture of confusion and amusement. I folded my arms and glared at them dangerously.
"It’s not funny!" I said stamping my foot on the floor of the room we shared. They only laughed harder, tears of mirth falling down their cheeks.
"Oh, but it is!" Said Dohko wiping his eyes. "Don’t you see? You defy all the rules in the sanctuary’s protocol of chauvinism! And to think that the cloth didn’t care!"
I smiled slightly. It was funny if you looked at it from that point of view.
Deathmask’s cold countenance was lost in his laughter and was further destroyed when he spoke.
"No wonder everybody in sanctuary gossiped about you batting your eyelashes at the handsomest men there!" I blushed furiously, becoming even redder than my blood-roses.
Aldebarán snickered. "Imagine what a riot it would cause!"
"Certainly!" Answered Dohko. "Sanctuary’s first Female Gold Saint!"
"Well, it’s better than being Gay!" I defended myself.
"Imagine what the others will say if we find them!"
"When we find them, Deathmask, when." I corrected.
Dohko nodded and smiled at us, his youthfull features contrasting odly with his old-looking eyes.
"Soon." He said quietly. "As long as we go on searching."
We all nodded and began to pack our things up, ready to continue our search for both the meaning of our dreams and our lost companions.
 

IKKI:
Now that Seiya was awake we would probably get some answers, but Saori had strictly forbidden us to ask him any questions until he was fully recovered. Shun had been less vicious since I began treating him coldly so I figured I would be able to get some answers out him by being mean, a very unusual psychology but it was all I had left to try. I walked silently towards his room trying not to think on the confusing events of the past weeks.
Something was building up... I could feel it.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts hoping this time my brother would help me a bit. I stepped into his room, trying hard not to make any sound lest he be asleep.
The window was open, the breeze billowing the sterile white curtains and there was a small scribled note on the bedside table.

Shun was gone.

I looked all over the room, he had obviously left through the window. I read the note expecting a reason for his departure. I read it twice... Then a third time.

"I will find Hades." Was all it said.
 

END OF CHAPTER ONE:
Triangle of Destiny.
 
 
 

Author’s note:
Yes, I know most of the saints are acting way out of character but it’s just the way I envisioned them when put under the situation I portray. Don’t worry though, they will return to their normal selves completely (Or almost completely) when the mysteries are solved and the team is forged. Even though my favorite characters are Hyoga and Shun I will try to be fair and give all the Saints a part in my tale. I hope you liked the first chapter and are willing to read the rest when it is finished. Any comments please mail them to: Karenhath21@hotmail.com. I will try to answer them fast. I guess that’s all for now.
                                                                          See ya!
                                                                                       Sofía(Toffee) Francisco.