All right, I am feeling the urge to write.
Disclaimer: Do you think that I own anything? I'm writing stories for no reason (since no one reads them-sniff-) Well, I admit, I own Tengashi and the worlds of Kakamalacash and Shurotan
Summary: When fleeing Shurotan, Syaoran get separated from the rest of the gang. When the rest of them land, they are led to a small village of children, with a leader named Tenryu. Info on Syaoran's past in later chappies.
Chapter one
The world of Shurotan
Syaoran handed the feather to Sakura. "Quick, Princess! The daimyo's guards are coming." He drew his sword as the feather sunk into Sakura. He glared at Mokona. "Get us somewhere else, quick. The princess is going to be unconscious for a while."
Mokona nodded. His mouth opened and he began to suck the in. Fai grabbed Kurogane and Sakura, but was unable to reach Syaoran. They disappeared, leaving Syaoran to be taken to a different time.
CoS
Fai felt Sakura's forehead again, then looked at the returning Kurogane. "We need to get her to the nearest healer. She's pretty sick. Did you have any luck finding Syaoran?"
Kurogane shook his head, gazing over the hard packed red earth that surrounded them. "No luck. He's probably with the nearest group of people."
Mokona quirked his head. "Mokona sense the feather, but Yuko-san say that not the most important thing here."
Fai nodded, his eyes blanking out. "There's someone near." He looked over at a rock formation. "Come out. Kuro-chi only looks grumpy."
A small boy crawled out from an unseen crevice in the rock face. He was about seven, but whipcord thin, with silver hair done in many braids down his back, making it look like his hair was many silver wires. Black bangs covered golden amber eyes. But oddest of all was the sword that was strapped to his back. It was almost a third again the size of the young boy. He looked them over, then went over to Sakura. He touched her hand. He looked at them again. "Follow me." He slipped through the crevice again.
Mokona nodded. "Follow him."
Kurogane picked Sakura up gently and followed Fai and the boy. The crevice was quite large, but dark. Their guide muttered something and a sphere of light formed in his palm. He felt Fai's jolt of surprise. "You're magi?"
The boy continued walking. "Yes, but questions later. Oni-san said she had to be at his house within the hour."
After what seemed forever, they came to an opening. In front of them was a small village area. It was surrounded on two sides by jungle, and lake and desert on the other sides. In the desert area a training ground was set up. Large flying lizards where being raced around a track, and mock battles were being held. But what struck them the most was that everyone there were children.
Fai looked at the boy "Why are there only children here? Are there no adults?"
The boy answered as he led them into a house larger than the rest. "Only Oni-san can answer your questions." Once inside the house, he showed Kurogane could lay Sakura down. "I'll go get Oni-san now."
"No need, Tengashi. I heard your steps and smelt sickness." A voice behind then said.
The boy Tengashi's face lit up. "Oni-san! I didn't hear you!"
Kurogane and Fai turned around, and where confronted by an odd sight. A man, with a brown braid to below his shoulder, stood in the doorway. His clothes were like that of the children's, long sleeved v necked tunic, with leggings and knee high boots with wrap around laces. His sword was strapped to his back, and he had a half cape, attached to his shoulder on one side and his belt on the other. Covering his face was a piece of cloth, wrapped around his head many times, concealing his face. A circlet of metal shaped like flames with dragons within held the end of the cloth in place. His earlier comment made sense. He was blind.
The man walked in. "Tengashi, would you bring me the jar in my room?"
Tengashi ran off as the man sank to his knees beside Sakura. He placed his hands on her head. "Little princess, all will be fine." Tengashi came back, and handed him a jar the size of cauldron.
Mokona's eyes widened. "Is that…?"
The man laughed. "Yes, little one. This is why you could not sense the feather." He opened up the jar, ad pulled out the feather. He placed it on Sakura and waited while it sank in. He then placed a hand on her forehead, then turned to Kurogane and Fai. "She'll sleep for a few hours, and then she'll be fine. Better than she's been since she left Clow, in fact."
Kurogane grabbed his sword "What do you call yourself, that both you and the boy know so much, when we have said nothing? You must be in league with the bitch witch."
The young man started laughing. "Yuko-san would love that name. I will not tell you what my name is, but I am called Tenryu. Do not ask the children, for they do not know. Yes, I have dealings with the time space witch. That is how we knew where to find you."
Fai looked at him closely. "Did she tell you how to find the other in our party? We lost him."
Tenryu shook his head. "You are seven years to late. Syaoran exists only in legends know. There is no one of the right aged named that anymore."
Kurogane grabbed Tenryu's throat. "You killed him. You'll die for that."
Tenryu held still. "Let's take this discussion somewhere where we will not disrupt the princess rest."
Fai grabbed Kurogane's arm. "I don't think…"
Kurogane scowled his eyes blood red. "Back off, magi." He dropped the man. "You're lucky I don't fight untrained blind men."
Tenryu got up. "Outside, now." He grabbed Kurogane's arm and dragged him outside. Kurogane was surprised by the strength in that hand. It was like iron or rock.
By the time they had made it to the training field, they had collected quite a large group of followers. Silently, everyone moved until there was a space about half a acre round and watched.
Kurogane sneered. "Fine, I'll fight you. Just remember that you asked for it."
Tenryu didn't respond. He merely drew his sword and muttered as he swung. All around Kurogane, the sand seemed to heat, to liquefy, and to move towards him.
Kurogane stood facing the man who had defeated an army with a single move.
