._. I need to update this more.
Think I wrote for a 100 themes challenge.
Title: 1. Introduction
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Characters: Mu, Shion
Word count: 1448
Authors Notes: An idea that came from scanning the 100 themes list a couple of days ago.
Summary: Shion hears an unexpected cry for help.
A biting wind whistled through the mountains of Jamir. Shion paused, closing his eyes to enjoy it. The wind that was different from the breezes you could feel in Greece. He shivered suddenly, and drew the robes he wore tighter around himself. A dry chuckles made it’s way past his lips.
“You’re getting old,” he said to himself as he made his way over to the spire that stood at the edge of the cliff. After over two centuries he supposed it was no surprise that his body wasn’t what it once was. Still, it was hard to take when he remembered being able to train for hours outside and be able to ignore the chill of the wind.
Inside the spire was warmer since the wind couldn’t reach there. Shion wandered through the room looking around at the very thin layer of dust that covered everything. It only served to highlight the air of disuse that had engulfed the building. He had wanted to come here more often, but his duties as Pope left him very little time to himself. It was only recently, now that Saga and Aiolos could finally be left alone to do simple exercises by themselves, that he felt comfortable leaving them for any length of time.
As he walked through the old dusty rooms, memories drifted through his mind. This had been the only home he had known when he was a child. Even though years had passed and dulled the edges of the memories, he still felt a pang of grief when he would remember those he had lost in that long ago war.
“Master…” he muttered to himself. Before he could get truly lost in his memories someone touched his mind. It only for a split second, but the terror and unhappiness in it froze him to the spot in shock. It wasn’t only the feelings that he found amazing, it was the fact that there was anyone strong enough to reach him all the way out here. Shion closed his eyes and opened his senses, seeking the one who had made that brief contact with him.
It didn’t take him long. Whoever posses that tiny spark of Cosmo was very close, near the mouth of the valley where the skeleton warriors lay. As soon as he realized this alarm shot through him. The mind he had found had seemed painful young. If they weren’t able to defend themselves…
He closed his eyes, picturing the entrance way to the valley. It had been years since had been there, but still remembered the location. A brief twist of his powers, the world fell away for a moment, and then he was there. A sharp gasp heralded his arrival when he appeared. The source was a young woman not very far in front of him. She didn’t look any older than sixteen, although it was hard to tell. She was dirt, looked exhausted and more than half dead. She also looked more than half frozen, and he realized she must have climbed her on her own somehow. It was a feat in and of itself, highlighted by that fact that she didn’t posses a powerful cosmo herself. The one he had sensed was coming from the small bundle she carried on her back, masking what little she had easily.
“Wise one…” she whispered, not so much falling to her knees in respect as collapsing to the ground upon seeing him. He knew she must have been from one of the small villages in the nestled in these mountains then. Over the years he had made contact with some of them, and his reputation had turned him into a mystical and nearly god like figure amongst them. Trying to convince them that even though he wasn’t quiet human he wasn’t anywhere near divine had proved futile and after a while he had simply given up.
“Why are you here child?” he asked softly as he crouched in front of her.
“Please Wise One, I know it’s not place to be bothering you with my small problems but I need your help!” she pleaded, carefully taking off the sling on her back with shaking hands. It was the sort women used to carry children to young to walk properly, and he felt his heart fall. This wouldn’t be the first time a young mother had come begging him for aid. He couldn’t work miracles, and sometimes the child was to sick or weak for him to offer anything but something that would ease it’s suffering. Yet, the cosmo of this baby was far too strong to for the baby to be sick. If anything, he would have expected something of this strength from an older child, not one this young. He kept judgment back as she started to speak again. “The Elders said I couldn’t keep him…that he was cursed or a changeling but, he is not! I…I cannot just leave him to die!”
He had questions after that, but they faded from his throat as she final brought the babe around for him to see, and his breath caught. Alta! The name sprang to his mind before he could stop it. The baby did look very much like Alta and he was forced to remind himself it could not be him. The baby was pale, clearly suffering as much as his caretaker was. It was no wonder he had sensed that unhappiness from him before! The fact that he still had such a strong cosmo despite his weakened physical condition was extraordinary in and of itself. Almost disbelieving, Shion reached forward to gently brush the baby’s lilac bangs aside to check that it was a pair of dots where his eyebrows would be, not just smudges of dirt. When he saw that it wasn’t mud or dirt his heart left. The baby stirred and his eyes flickered open, revealing a hint of green.
“…May I see him?” he asked the girl. She nodded and hand the babe over, although there was a bit of reluctance when she let go. The baby gurgled unhappily and opens his eyes, giving him a tired look. He could the cosmo stir and he sent a soothing mental pulse. The baby opened his eyes wide, trying to focus on him. “Oh little one…where did you come from?” he said aloud, wondering how a child this small, of one of his kind, had found it’s way into the hands of the girl. He gave her questioning look, but it look a moment for the girl to realize what he wanted.
“We….my sister and I, we found him alone. He was crying and no one was there. We waited but no one came, so we took him home. Things were fine at first but then things started to happen. Things would move when he cried, and he would suddenly disappear from his crib,” her voice took on a desperate edge and she began to speak faster, “the Elder said we shouldn’t have brought him back, that he was a child of the spirits that we took from his parents or that he was a changeling they sent to hurt us. They kept saying I should take him back to where we found him and just leave him, but I couldn’t do that! He would have died! Please Wise One! I don’t want to leave him, but I can’t do anything myself..!” she was crying. Shion reached out and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“It’s all right, child,” he said, “you did the right thing here.” She looked at him, half disbelieving.
“You’ll help?” she whispered. He smiled, cradling the now fussing baby gently.
“I will. This little one isn’t a spirit or a changeling, but he does have abilities that are similar to my own. I know how to deal with what is happening to him, and I swear I will make sure that he does get the training he needs.”
“Thank you Wise One!” the girl buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, “thank you…!”
Shion stood and held his hand out to her. “Come child, let’s get you and the little one to shelter.”
She lifted her tear-stained face in confusion, “…Wise One..?” He chuckled.
“You have brought me a gift, child. The least I can do is left you rest and regain your strength before I return you to your village.”
“Y..you don’t have to waste your time with me…!”
Shion just smiled, “think of it as gift if you must.” The girl took his hand hesitantly,.
“Thank you…” she whispered again.
“I should be the ones saying that to you,” he answered.
Title: 1. Introduction
Fandom: Saint Seiya
Characters: Mu, Shion
Word count: 1448
Authors Notes: An idea that came from scanning the 100 themes list a couple of days ago.
Summary: Shion hears an unexpected cry for help.
A biting wind whistled through the mountains of Jamir. Shion paused, closing his eyes to enjoy it. The wind that was different from the breezes you could feel in Greece. He shivered suddenly, and drew the robes he wore tighter around himself. A dry chuckles made it’s way past his lips.
“You’re getting old,” he said to himself as he made his way over to the spire that stood at the edge of the cliff. After over two centuries he supposed it was no surprise that his body wasn’t what it once was. Still, it was hard to take when he remembered being able to train for hours outside and be able to ignore the chill of the wind.
Inside the spire was warmer since the wind couldn’t reach there. Shion wandered through the room looking around at the very thin layer of dust that covered everything. It only served to highlight the air of disuse that had engulfed the building. He had wanted to come here more often, but his duties as Pope left him very little time to himself. It was only recently, now that Saga and Aiolos could finally be left alone to do simple exercises by themselves, that he felt comfortable leaving them for any length of time.
As he walked through the old dusty rooms, memories drifted through his mind. This had been the only home he had known when he was a child. Even though years had passed and dulled the edges of the memories, he still felt a pang of grief when he would remember those he had lost in that long ago war.
“Master…” he muttered to himself. Before he could get truly lost in his memories someone touched his mind. It only for a split second, but the terror and unhappiness in it froze him to the spot in shock. It wasn’t only the feelings that he found amazing, it was the fact that there was anyone strong enough to reach him all the way out here. Shion closed his eyes and opened his senses, seeking the one who had made that brief contact with him.
It didn’t take him long. Whoever posses that tiny spark of Cosmo was very close, near the mouth of the valley where the skeleton warriors lay. As soon as he realized this alarm shot through him. The mind he had found had seemed painful young. If they weren’t able to defend themselves…
He closed his eyes, picturing the entrance way to the valley. It had been years since had been there, but still remembered the location. A brief twist of his powers, the world fell away for a moment, and then he was there. A sharp gasp heralded his arrival when he appeared. The source was a young woman not very far in front of him. She didn’t look any older than sixteen, although it was hard to tell. She was dirt, looked exhausted and more than half dead. She also looked more than half frozen, and he realized she must have climbed her on her own somehow. It was a feat in and of itself, highlighted by that fact that she didn’t posses a powerful cosmo herself. The one he had sensed was coming from the small bundle she carried on her back, masking what little she had easily.
“Wise one…” she whispered, not so much falling to her knees in respect as collapsing to the ground upon seeing him. He knew she must have been from one of the small villages in the nestled in these mountains then. Over the years he had made contact with some of them, and his reputation had turned him into a mystical and nearly god like figure amongst them. Trying to convince them that even though he wasn’t quiet human he wasn’t anywhere near divine had proved futile and after a while he had simply given up.
“Why are you here child?” he asked softly as he crouched in front of her.
“Please Wise One, I know it’s not place to be bothering you with my small problems but I need your help!” she pleaded, carefully taking off the sling on her back with shaking hands. It was the sort women used to carry children to young to walk properly, and he felt his heart fall. This wouldn’t be the first time a young mother had come begging him for aid. He couldn’t work miracles, and sometimes the child was to sick or weak for him to offer anything but something that would ease it’s suffering. Yet, the cosmo of this baby was far too strong to for the baby to be sick. If anything, he would have expected something of this strength from an older child, not one this young. He kept judgment back as she started to speak again. “The Elders said I couldn’t keep him…that he was cursed or a changeling but, he is not! I…I cannot just leave him to die!”
He had questions after that, but they faded from his throat as she final brought the babe around for him to see, and his breath caught. Alta! The name sprang to his mind before he could stop it. The baby did look very much like Alta and he was forced to remind himself it could not be him. The baby was pale, clearly suffering as much as his caretaker was. It was no wonder he had sensed that unhappiness from him before! The fact that he still had such a strong cosmo despite his weakened physical condition was extraordinary in and of itself. Almost disbelieving, Shion reached forward to gently brush the baby’s lilac bangs aside to check that it was a pair of dots where his eyebrows would be, not just smudges of dirt. When he saw that it wasn’t mud or dirt his heart left. The baby stirred and his eyes flickered open, revealing a hint of green.
“…May I see him?” he asked the girl. She nodded and hand the babe over, although there was a bit of reluctance when she let go. The baby gurgled unhappily and opens his eyes, giving him a tired look. He could the cosmo stir and he sent a soothing mental pulse. The baby opened his eyes wide, trying to focus on him. “Oh little one…where did you come from?” he said aloud, wondering how a child this small, of one of his kind, had found it’s way into the hands of the girl. He gave her questioning look, but it look a moment for the girl to realize what he wanted.
“We….my sister and I, we found him alone. He was crying and no one was there. We waited but no one came, so we took him home. Things were fine at first but then things started to happen. Things would move when he cried, and he would suddenly disappear from his crib,” her voice took on a desperate edge and she began to speak faster, “the Elder said we shouldn’t have brought him back, that he was a child of the spirits that we took from his parents or that he was a changeling they sent to hurt us. They kept saying I should take him back to where we found him and just leave him, but I couldn’t do that! He would have died! Please Wise One! I don’t want to leave him, but I can’t do anything myself..!” she was crying. Shion reached out and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder.
“It’s all right, child,” he said, “you did the right thing here.” She looked at him, half disbelieving.
“You’ll help?” she whispered. He smiled, cradling the now fussing baby gently.
“I will. This little one isn’t a spirit or a changeling, but he does have abilities that are similar to my own. I know how to deal with what is happening to him, and I swear I will make sure that he does get the training he needs.”
“Thank you Wise One!” the girl buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, “thank you…!”
Shion stood and held his hand out to her. “Come child, let’s get you and the little one to shelter.”
She lifted her tear-stained face in confusion, “…Wise One..?” He chuckled.
“You have brought me a gift, child. The least I can do is left you rest and regain your strength before I return you to your village.”
“Y..you don’t have to waste your time with me…!”
Shion just smiled, “think of it as gift if you must.” The girl took his hand hesitantly,.
“Thank you…” she whispered again.
“I should be the ones saying that to you,” he answered.