Notes: I am very sad. This is the last Perspective ever. Ah well, everything as to end, eh? Thanks to Keiya, LSN, DeathIsVirtue, NathG, Niteskye, and Nao-san. Thanks so much to everyone who read and reviewed, and made my random project worth continuing! Hugs go out to all of you.

This last one is written by Shura, and about...well, you should know. It's kind of different from the others in the fact that the focus is more on Shura. I do hope Soul of Emerald will read this one, since she likes Shura so much. It was kind of difficult, as Shura and Aphro are kinda incongruous with each other. Anyway, for better or for worse, it's here, and I hope I can end with a bang...but still, tell me if you like it. By the way, if anyone reads and wants to leave a comment, and it's been a while since the story was posted, leave one anyway, like LSN (hugs to you!). I'll see it. I'll be able to tell that my review numbers have changed, and if it's not anonymous, I'll reply to it.

Lastly, go to my homepage, which is my blog, and vote in the poll. It's a Saint Seiya poll, and no one has voted yet. I am sad.

Enjoy!

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Notes

I still remember vividly the day after I killed Aiolos. I remember waking up to the sunshine, and deluding myself into believing it was a dream. I remember passing the empty Sagittarius temple, and receiving hooded glances from the others, and having to face myself.

But more than that, I remember returning to my temple early in the afternoon and finding a scrap of paper on the pedestal of the statue in my temple. Someone had inscribed "Meeting in the Pope's Chamber tonight" in careful, nondescript handwriting. It had always worked that a messenger would come to tell me if there was a meeting, but that day, no messengers came. The only reason I made the meeting was that someone had been kind enough to leave me the note.

As days passed, I occasionally received more of the mystery messages, which were a great help, as everybody in Sanctuary ignored me and refused to give me news. Finally, I decided one day to hide in the recesses of my temple and conceal my Cosmo, just to figure out who was delivering the letters. A few Gold Saints came and went. After several hours, just as I was considering giving up, Pisces Aphrodite passed through the temple. His face was filled with a sense of gentleness and urgency, and as he walked by the statue, his hand dropped inconspicuously and dragged lightly over the pedestal. After this seemingly innocuous act, he continued hurrying out. I saw the white gleam of paper on the pedestal, and smiled.

For thirteen years since, I have continued to be shunned in Sanctuary. Aphrodite, who I barely see, has become known for his merciless, cruel ways. But every once in a while, when I begin to doubt even myself, Aphrodite will leave me a slip of hope.

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Sigh...yup, that's the end. On the upside though, I have a bonus treat for those of you who have read this far and are taking the time to glance over my random notes. I am about to start a new set called Athena Exclamation, which is also kind of spur-of-the-moment, and will hopefully not last too long. It was sort of inspired by Niteskye's Star Songs, which I highly recommend, but mine will focus on Saga, Camus, and Shura. I already have the songs chosen, and Shura's is done, and will be posted first. His song is "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls.

Thanks so much for reading this! Hugs, AE