In a sleek white dress, she walked on bare foot on the white marble floor. Step by step, her feet felt cold. But then, it became sticky. She looked down and found red stains on the white marble floor.

Red blood stains.

The blood was hers, dripping down from her beautiful white satin dress.

Her hands began to shake and her heart was full of fear. An arrow stabbed into her abdomen and blood was dripping...

Her eyes opened and Saori found herself in her four poster bed. She was in her room. The dream had been reoccurring. Why? What does it mean? She went to her dresser and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale and dark rings under her eyes were obvious. But it wouldn't be the face that others will see. Make up and toilette would cover it up. She tried not to think of the dream.

White marble floor. Her mansion didn't have white marble floor.

If the dream was a foreseeing, a warning - does it mean that she is in danger?

Saori thought for a moment and counted the number of the people in the mansion, but she only counted the Saints. Who would've wanted her dead other than them?

She grew up with them when they were children. Her grandfather always paid more attention to them. Saori took it as her grandfather found her a disappointment for being a girl. Feeling neglected, she took it out on these boys, who were helpless orphans back then. Everyday she wanted a horse. Not a real horse, but one of these boys to serve as one. Simple, all they needed to do was to get on their fours so she can ride on their back. Hardly any of them dared to say no, which made her angrier for reasons unknown. Later on, her grandfather sent these boys away to be trained as Saints. Now they had returned - all grown up, well trained warriors. Her grandfather had already passed away. She was alone now with only Tatsumi by her side.

And also Julian, her cousin and fiance.

Still, it didn't make her feel safe.

Sitting before her mirror, she began to brush her hair and apply make up. Foundation and powder would cover up the dark circles under her eyes. After finishing her toilette, Saori heard a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said nonchalantly.

It was Tatsumi, her butler.

Actually, not just her butler but also her mentor and protector.

"Ojou-sama," he greeted politely. "Seiya returned."

Seiya?

"And so he did," Saori said as if she didn't cared. "You can show him his room and get him ready for the tournament." She was talking while rubbing her wrist.

Ten years ago

"I want a horse! I want a horse!" Six year-old Saori demanded, jumping up and down. Staring at the boys, she was to pick her next victim. "Seiya! I want Seiya!"

Unlike other boys, Seiya stared at her with a hateful look. He refused to move an inch.

"Seiya, didn't you hear me?" Saori asked. "I want you to be the horse."

"I am not a horse!" He spat, much to the shock of other boys. Who would dare to speak against Saori Kido?

Angered, she used her whip and hit Seiya right across the face. Before she could try again, Seiya grabbed the whip and it hit her on the wrist instead. Her bracelet was broken and fell onto the ground. Seiya's eyes remained hostile, which frightened her.

"Don't...don't look at me like that."

"Saori-san!" Jabu, one of the boys, approached her. "Ignore that Seiya! Let me be your horse!"

Saori could hardly hear him. Her eyes were fixated on Seiya's face.

That face she still couldn't forget.

"Why are you still here?" She asked Tatsumi. "Go get Seiya settled."

"And what is your plan for today?"

"As usual."

She didn't tell Tatsumi what she plan to do for rest of the day, and she didn't have to. The day went on it always had. By the end of it, she was alive and well. No blood stained dress and no arrow in her abdomen.

She hardly went to the Galaxian Wars Tournament which was managed by Tatsumi. It was something her grandfather wanted and Tatsumi made it happen. She was not needed, at least from her perspective. She would live her days like any other girl from a wealthy family until the day she wed Julian.

"Ojou-sama," Tatsumi approached her when she returned. "Seiya-"

"What does he want now?"

"He said that he had retrieved the Cloth and thus he should be united with sister."

"His sister?" Saori was amused. "What did you tell him?"

"Nothing," Tatsumi replied. "He was asking you."

"Me?" She laughed. "I never promised him anything."

"Mitsumasa-sama did."

"I never heard it nor seen it."

"Seiya refused to participate-"

"Then you can tell him if he wants to see his sister again, then participate the Tournament," Saori said matter-of-factly. "It's broadcast on television. If his sister is alive somewhere, then she would see him. And they would be united. He needs to stop complaining and use some of his brains." She paused and then changed the subject, "Tatsumi, who won in the last match?"

"Unicorn Jabu," Tatsumi told her. "Against Lionet Ban."

"And who's up next?"

"Bear Geki."

"Pair him up with Seiya," Saori said quickly. She had seen Geki. The man was huge with arms that can strangle Seiya in matter of seconds.

But much to her shock, it was Seiya who emerged victorious.

Though Saori didn't go the tournament, she saw most of it on screen. Initially, Geki was winning and beating Seiya nearly to death. But Seiya, no matter how many times he was beaten, he never stayed down. He broke Geki's arm - the source of his strength - and launched hundreds of kicks and won the tournament.

He had grown up.

And he smiled - which she had never seen before.

Surrounded by cheers and applause, Seiya looked around but saw no sign of his sister Seika though he saw Miho. He waved and she was relieved. Miho was his childhood friend and both of them despised Saori for different reasons. Miho didn't like how Saori treated Seiya while Seiya hated her for separating him from his sister Seika. Together, the two formed a "I hate Saori Kido club". Miho nominated Seiya as president and Seiya named Miho as treasurer.

As he and other Saints leaving the tournament, Seiya noticed that Saori wasn't there. In fact, he hadn't seen her at all since returning from Greece.

"Have you seen Saori-san?" He asked one of the Graude Foundation employee who was there to watch the tournament.

"Ha!" He laughed. "Good luck with that. You can catch her in three places: mall, casino, or horse ranch. But here? Hardly ever. I'm only glad Mr. Mitsumasa Kido didn't live to see how she turned out."