Behind the cracked mirror
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Milo had taken a liking to long walks along the beach. On the rare occassion when they were allowed some respite from their duties, he could be found there. That day was no different, with the young Scorpio Saint strolling barefoot on the beach that overlooked part of the cliff below the Sanctuary.
His mind was scattered over the recent happenings. It hadn't been long since he had gained his current title along with the responsibilities as a Gold Saint. A heavy burden for a child barely bordering his eleventh springs. Yet Milo had been trained --no, lived-- for this moment and he knew no lifestyle other than that.
So immersed in his thoughts he was, Milo didn't notice the traces of someone's cosmos nearby until they were far closer than the young Greek would have liked. He tensed and searched for the owner of such cosmos with his sight with no avail.