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Finally the truth
Finally the truth
The orange fire of the evening sun covered the land. Aiolia stood before his temple and took in the sight of the rocks that seemed to burn. His own temple must look like a orange flame.
One of the tears in his eyes escaped down his cheek.
They weren’t tears of pain or grief, but of joy. Just today he had met a young woman who had finally brought the path of his life back into the light. „Your brother was a hero. He saved my life“, she had said. The girl that was his goddess Athena herself, revealing that his brother had never been the traitor everyone believed him to be. Aiolia felt light, lighter than he had ever felt for the past thirteen years. With just some words of a story and the prensence of Aiolos in the Cloth of Sagittarius, the wounds of his heart and soul had been healed. As he stared into the land right now, a desicion and desiciveness grew in his heart. With a woosh of his cape, he turned and headed for
Caring for you
Caring for you
Frank sat in a room of New Rome’s healing pavillon and watched the sleeping figure. Praying every second to every god he knew, Roman, Greek or other, that she might finally wake up.
With a sigh, he recalled the last days. They had finally beaten Gea. Roman and Greek demigods had joined in one last great battle to defeat the earth goddess and her sons, the giants. But they all got exhausted and wounded. Frank himself too, though thanks to his robust physique, he recovered fairly quickly.
Hazel, however, was still unconscious.
The three days that had passed since the victory over Gea had shown no sign of her awakening. That fact worried Frank more and more, the longer Hazel remained unconscious. Of course they force-fed her nectar and ambrosia, but this wouldn’t work long-time. Her body needed proper nourishment, or else she’d start to disappear, to fade away like a… a ghost. Frank shuddered as he thought that word. He didn’t like to use it r
Night hung over Sancutary. Everything was quiet, everyone asleep except for the night guards.
Athena stood at the feet of her gigantic statue at the top of Sancutary, Nike in her hand. The staff vibrated with power. But Athena's eyes were fixed on the dark sky. The goddess stared up at the distant stars, trying to read the future out of their movements, the way she had learned from the books that were kept in the observatory on Star Hill.
Hoping she misread them.
What Saori had seen worried her. And what worried a goddess was always the worst of news. Death, stood in the stars. Destruction. A danger rising. The stars were agitated… and a new one had appeared, burning red.
A gust of wind struck her from the right, and when she turned her head, Seiya was standing next to her, the wings of his magnificent Gold Cloth halfway extended. He didn't say anything, just looked up at the stars like she had done.
Athena too looked up again. No words were necessary right now. Both
Archer's bow and lion's fang
Archer’s bow and lion’s fangs
A face slid into Aiolos‘ field of vision.
„Brother, what’re you doing?“
The Sagittarian studied the face oft he boy who had piped those words. Those eyes that were like his own, except they were blue instead of green. The curls framing it that were like his, just a brigher color. Then he sat up.
Around him, a nightly Sanctuary stretched out. Grey by day, the rocks were black shadows in front oft he black of night. Thanks to a cloudless sky, countless stars glittered above on the celestial baldachin. There was also a full moon, with its light so strong it cast actual shadows. Unlike in dark nights, the moon at its fullest provided enough light so one could see things; some clearer than others.
And there was of course the celestial dance of the constellations high above.
„I’m stargazing“, the twelve-year old explained. „But how did you know I was here?“
„Saga told me.“
BigDamnTable 63 - Summer
Character(s): Saori, Apollo
Saori Kido, heiress of the wealthy Mitsumasa Kido, reincarnation of the goddess Athena, sat on her mansion’s terrace, shaded by an umbrella and a glass of lemonade in her hand.
The sky above showed not the slightest trace of any cloud. It was the bright clear blue it only showed on the most beautiful days. The sun stood hung on it like a glowing, burning ball on the inside of a cuppula. It was the middle of summer, so even in the shadown Saori felt the heat. Not that it was anything to complain about. No. Just before, she had taken a swim in the pool. Now, she just enjoyed sitting here and taking in the splendid day. She took another sip of her lemonade. It was of Tatsumi’s own making, a „secret recipie“ as he called it. The thought that a rough, big man like her bodyguard should have culinary skills of any kind amused her. However, as it was, Tatsumi’s lemonades and drinks were loved by everyone. Even the Bronce S
BigDamnTable 64 - Autumn
Somewhere in the Alps, Gold Saint Taurus Teneo, heading back to Sanctuary after a successfull mission, wandered along a mountain road. It was flanked by a forest, which was filled with the sounds of animals. He could hear various kinds of birds, saw even squirrels and once a deer, which stood in the midst of the road but dashed off as soon as she noticed him. Now he saw that the road reached it’s highest point only a few meters farther ahead. He ran the last few steps.
The view that expanded before him was breathtaking. A valley curved towards the east, shining green, golden and red. It was autumn, so the trees carried their red and golden cloaks. So for Teneo it was as if he was looking into a sea of gold and red, with the occasional green of needle trees and meadows.
In a sudden wave of melacholy, a memory surfaced in Teneo’s mind. Back then, Hasgard had taken him and his two companions, Sarinsa and Saro, to some mountains for tr
BigDamnTable 48 - Squares
Character(s): Aiolos, Aiolia
„What’s this, brother? Is it this which you wanted to show me?“
Curious blue eyes followed Aiolos‘ hands as he placed a wooden board with white and black squares on the table.
„Yes. This is a chess board.“
Aiolos smiled at the childish, innocent curiosity of the question.
„Yes, chess.“ He sat down opposite to Aiolia. "It is also called the game of kings.It is a game of strategy and war, great to gain a strategic way of thinking.“
Aiolia’s eyes lit up.
„Teach me, big brother!“
And so Aiolos taught Aiolia how to play chess. Explained the movements of the figures and told him all the rules going with chess. When he was finished, Aiolia stared down at the board with a frown of concentration. „The movements oft he figures are easy“, he commented. „But I bet it is not so easy to actually win.“
„Wanna find out? We can h
BigDamnTable 92 - Christmas
Character(s): Gold Saints
It was December 23rd. Aiolos and the young Gold Saint trainees were having dinner. The only one absent was Saga; he had been away on a mission for Pope Shion.
Suddenly, Aiolia piped up. „Big brother, what is Christmas?“
That caught the attention of the other eight children. They started calling „What is Christmas, big brother Aiolos?“ and „Tell us, tell us!“. The Sagittarian, totally caught off-guard, raised his hands to calm them down.
„Okay, okay, I tell you. But first, Aiolia, you need to tell me where you heard of that.“
„The people in Rodorio village were talking about it“, the Leo boy answered.
„I see…“ Aiolos thought for a moment how to explain it best. „Well… Christmas is a feast of the Christians. They believe on December 24th, their messiah Jesus Christ was born. So Christmas became a fest of love, of sharing and of calmness, a time t
A Poem For Lil' Sis
Oh, how much i love you Ria
Shiro gave me a nice idea
Oh, how i miss my Lil' sis
Being with you is a bliss
Yes i may be overprotective,
Because your safety is my objective
Can't believe how can you be so kind
your kindness truly makes me blind
You suddenly conquered my mind
You are sweet and wonderful, these two combined
When i talk with you my heart is full of love
If someone dares to hurt you i will give them a shove
When Chi told me you were sick
My heart felt a sudden kick
I am thinking about you and looking at the moon
Please, Lil' sis, just get well soon!
The One I AdoreYour gentle smile is a cool, spring day
That tacitly wishes me good morning.
Your sweet words affect me in such a way
That my heart can't help but be adoring.
Your soft touch, your hand brushing over mine
Always bestows me the warmest feelings.
The loving thoughts you tacitly consign
To my heart are oh so endearing.
Your beautiful eyes stare into my own,
Tacitly saying sweet things in my ear.
They say that you are mine, and mine alone.
They say that forever, you'll hold me dear.
Hold me close with your radiant allure
And I'll tell you "you're the one that I adore"
CravingsI can hear it calling my name,
the fried rice and the lo mein;
the chicken general tso's.
"Growl," my stomach goes.
The sushi cries to be eaten;
by lack of cash I'm beaten.
The miso soup I cannot reach
so cravings fill my speech.
One day I'll have it, I swear.
Escape from me? It won't dare.
The heavenliness of Chinese food
will surly brighten my mood.
Smile BrightSmile bright
even in the night.
Keep up the fight
and hold on tight.
The end is in sight.
Soon you'll gain flight
and make it out alright.
Look to the light.
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Pressure ClearingBrick walls stacked high, heavy on my head.
Light rain dribbling within the cracks, no sunshine, no clear days.
For brick is sturdy and still, lifeless and chilled.
Glass walls stacked heavy above my head.
Light rain dribbling on its pane. all sunshine, no rain, clear days.
For glass is clear, thick or thin, I can always see through it.
Der Loewe zu LuzernDer Löwe zu Luzern
Zu Luzern liegt ein Löwe
Wer hört seine Stimme?
Sie erklinget nie wieder
Doch wie kann ein Tier mit solcher Kraft
Ach, zu viele strebten nach der Macht
wollten alles versenken
Des Königs Haus zu Grabe geht,
keine Hilfe ward
Bis zuletzt verteidigt mit ihrem Blut
von des Königs Suisse Garde
Oh Löwe, nie mehr erschallen wird dein Brüllen
Noch im Tode treu
wie des Ludwigs Schweizer Mannen
liegt er da, der Luzerner Leu.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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