Sagittarius continued, “I’ll still be woman, but I’ll probably be more like a man. The nun squeezed the tool’s grip, and the Gold Saint’s long flowing hair became neck-length. The boy, Yato, and the girl, Anna, covered their eyes with their hands. Marina squeezed the hair tightly and moved it in between the scissors’ large blades. It is a new beginning.” Sagittarius said. “I know, but it’s a sign that I am abandoning my identity for a new one. He wore the Cloth of the second house, Taurus and indeed, his white hair was as long as his body. “Hey, how come? I wear my hair long.” The large man, Aldebaran, said with a grin. So now, I have to further humble myself,” Sagittarius said. “Yes.” The nun lifted the hair to her eyes in her other hand was bronze scissors. Marina,” Sagittarius paused, and then kneeled, “please.” “However, I want to be just as devoted to justice, and stand on the same ground as the other Gold Saints. It’s like either they felt like they’re the only ones who can do it, or they have nothing else to live for,” said the Saint containing the universe of Sagittarius, the guardian of the ninth house. “I see that many men enter war, return and not. There was a long silence, as if everyone’s minds were heavy with contemplation. The Saint’s gauntleted hands became fists. From those words, the winged Gold Saint said nothing. “Hades will awaken soon,” said a giant man he also wore a gold Cloth. Deep-slotted wings and a white waist cape sprouted from the Cloth’s back. In front of her was the hair’s owner, who had a body wrapped in magnificent gold. She was a nun in between her wrinkled fingers, she held long strands of light brown hair. To add along to the elder’s respective visage was the habit she wore. Marina had a soft aspect and a nurturing voice that gave out unquestionable wisdom. “This is her wish,” an elderly woman said, “if it helps in her mission.” The kids frowned any other words of disapproval were kept back in their thoughts. “Wait! You’ll lose your strength, don’t do it!” a girl pleaded. “But, if you do that, doesn’t that mean you want to throw something away?” “Whaaaaat?!” a boy in a tunic and thoracic cuirass shrilled. There were five people in the theater’s semi-circular orchestra. Under its helmet, the statue’s piercing eyes seem to watch The Sanctuary of her Saints diligently. In her right hand was Nike, her staff named after victory in her left hand was the golden aegis of wisdom. She, the daughter of Zeus, was sent to Earth to become its valiant protector.
It was the home and proving ground of the righteous Saints, and the secular figure that stood as the Saints’ figure of leadership.Īthena’s statue, her body dressed in a chiton and cuirass, rose tall above the Sanctuary, and its regal presence evoked the goddess’s significance to the world. From arched and pillared stone monuments, to mountain-tucked columned temples, The Sanctuary was a stark reminder of Ancient Roman Empire. In 18th century Greece, Saints gather in The Sanctuary. Corruption on Earth, from man or from God, cannot elude the explosive justice of Saints. Fueled by a heroic cause, they deliver hope through their fists blessed armors that model the constellations wrap their bodies – the eighty eight Cloths of the goddess Athena within their mortal surfaces, and channeled through their emotions in battle, they burn a universal energy– Cosmos.
When evil thrives on the world, warriors known as Saints appear.