Saint Seiya: Revised

Night at Sanctuary

Night falls like black velvet over the Aegean Sea, the moonlight shattering into silvery phosphorescence upon the waves.

You stand on the top-floor terrace of the Graude Foundation mansion, the sea breeze brushing against your neat purple short hair as the hem of your white suit flutters gently. Aiolos stands silently like a shadow two steps behind you, her long dark brown hair rising slightly in the night wind, her gaze gentle yet vigilant, like a taut bow.

"You should rest, Lady Athena." Her voice is low and soft, yet carries an undeniable concern. "The constellations over Sanctuary... are not at peace."

You do not look back, merely staring at the starlit sky obscured by clouds on the horizon. The Cosmo hums in your veins; you can feel it—beneath the lights of the Twelve Houses, undercurrents are surging. Where the Pope's scepter points, hostility pricks like needles toward this place.

The air is thick with the scent of olive trees and marble—the breath of Sanctuary, less than a hundred miles from here. You grip the railing, the cold touch transmitting through your fingertips.

"No need." Your voice is calm, yet carries a divine resonance. "They will be here soon."

The Dawn Visitor

The sound of glass doors being flung open shatters the morning silence.

You turn around to see a young girl standing at the doorway, her dark brown shoulder-length hair messy from running, her blue-and-white athletic headband shimmering in the morning sun. She gasps for breath, her wheat-toned cheeks flushed, her tight white tank top outlining slim yet firm curves—that is Seiya, your most loyal vanguard.

"Lady Athena! This is bad!" She drops to one knee, fist pressed against her chest, her voice trembling with urgency. "Sanctuary... the Pope has sent assassins! They've broken through the outer defenses and are heading this way!"

Aiolos instantly moves to your side, her right hand already gripping an invisible bow. A sharp glint flashes in her eyes, but you do not move.

You look at Seiya's bowed head, the edges of her headband stained with last night's dew and dust—she must have traveled through the night without a moment's rest. Such loyalty brings a warmth to your heart, while simultaneously sparking a stronger sense of possessiveness.

"How many?" you ask.

"At least three Gold Saint signatures," Seiya looks up, her eyes burning with unyielding fire. "But I will stand before them! Even if I die—"

"You will not die." You interrupt her, your voice carrying an irresistible authority. "Because I am here."

The Choice

You slowly walk down the terrace steps, every stride carrying an unshakable resolve.

"There's no need to wait for them to come to us." You speak softly, yet your words vibrate in the air as if the Cosmo is resonating.

Aiolos frowns. "You mean to..."

"Go to Sanctuary." You turn, your gaze sweeping over the two Saints. "Since the Pope wishes to see me, then let us meet—but I shall bring my will with me."

Seiya stands up abruptly, her eyes sparkling like starlight. "Then I'm coming with you! Every gatekeeper of the Twelve Houses—I'm going to send them all flying!"

You reach out and pat her fluffy hair, a hint of a smile appearing at the corner of your mouth. But then, you look toward the distant, faintly visible white stone steps—the Twelve Houses, a long road filled with hostility.

Within you, Athena's blood is boiling. You know clearly that this journey is not just a conquest of force, but a declaration of divine right. Those guardians, no matter who they serve now, will eventually kneel at your feet—of this, you are certain.

"Prepare to depart." You raise your hand, golden radiance condensing in your palm, forming the phantom of the Scepter of Nike. "Let Sanctuary remember who the true Goddess is."