Decided to redo my first story.
Summary:
Sakura is a young witch in progress, having to have inherited her mothers powers she must learn to control them and keep them secret. Since the town of salem is very strict in hatred with the witches sakura has been considering to stop practicing magic, but with the current terms stopping would be just as impossible as keeping Syaoran Li from nosying into her business.
Chapter 1
Candle light flickered silently cascading a warm glow over the cozy 2nd floor room. Around were scattered books and quills accompanied by the random scraps of paper littered with hastily written words. On the left side of the room the door creaked open and a small dark figure entered.
Soft pattering of footsteps lead to the middle of the room; the figure stood silently in front of a sturdy wooden table with a candle on top of it. Standing still for a few moments gazing at the slowly burning candle the figure moved around the side of the table and sat on the bed behind it touching the hem of the cloak it wore.
Nimble hands pulled the cloak covering down as golden brown locks fell forwards framing the face of a 13 year old girl. The girls' hands went downwards into the cloaks pocket carefully pulling out an object from within as if afraid it would break. Placing it onto the table before her she stared down into it, being met with green shaded eyes and cream colored skin. Seeing nothing but her own reflection she worked back to the inside of her cloak pulling out a few bottles of herbal essences. Setting up her working area she gazed down back into the mirror. Letting the essence around her to calm herself she channeled her energy into the mirror. The reflection of the mirror blurred for a moment but returned back to its normal self, unfazed. Determined; the girl hardened her concentration. This time the mirror's reflection changed instantly. Green eyes scanned the scene before her silently, still keeping the energy channel open.
A navy blue carriage with golden trimmings ran through a country road jumping slightly at the bumps. The scene changed to the inside of the carriage, within it was a man with dark brown hair, greenish brown eyes held behind normal metallic spectacles. He was wearing a black suit jacket and navy blue tie. Scrutinizing the window was a young man beside him. Both men were very much alike aside from the difference in aging. Green eyes turned to look at the opposite seat of the carriage. In it was a girl about her age if not a year older with long black tresses pulled back into two side pony tails aside from the elegant ball shaped designs at the top of her head. Beside the girl was another man, to her amusement, more of a boy. His messy brown hair almost covering his eyes made him look more of a ruffian than anything else, his eyes was what drew her in. His eyes sent a small chill through her. The sense of absoluteness was held within them, more deeply hidden were the emotions he held, uncertainty; a warmth such as the glow of a candle, and bravery.
Snapping from her daze the mirror's image turned void and back to the reflection of green eyes. Leaving her seat from her bed she pondered over the last few minutes of sightings. Realization dawned on her, green eyes turned to terror, her face drained of color, panic stricken she pulled the cloak completely off of her and stashed the herbs and mirror under her bed. Charging to her closet she ruffled through it finding a red dressing gown. Careful not to trip she slid into it and put her clothes on the bed knowing the maids would take care of it for her later. Brushing out a few tangles in her hair she was about to open the door when the knob twisted and a young girl around 2 years older than her wearing a maids gown appeared.
"Dinner time, Kura"
