The evening sun burned orange at the sky and drenched Sanctuary in deep shadows.
A group of boys was gathered at the training grounds and watched two who were sparring. Two of the watching boys stood out among them. They were taller, older than the rest.
Nothing could be heard but the heavy breathing of the boys and the stomping of their feet. They were drenched in sweat; it had been a hot spring day.
Then, one of the two older boy shouted: „And stop! We’ll call it a day. Shura, Aphrodite, you have done well. “
The two trainees bowed towards him.
„Thank you, Aiolos.“
„Good job“, the boy next to Aiolos added. „Everyone, you are doing great. I – that is, I and Aiolos here, we are sure that you will grow up to become fine Saints one day. You may retreat. Sparring sessions tomorrow afternoon, same time as today. Have a good night!“
After a cheerful goodbye, the younger trainees left, leaving the two boys alone.