Summary: Ella Marie Diaz is not all she seems to be. She has spent all her life running and hiding. Her secret is kept behind lock and key. Her heart is surrounded by walls to protect others from her, never letting anyone get too close. When she falls through a mirror that transports her halfway across the world to a shop that grants wishes, she wishes to find a place where she can belong. Things become more complicated when a man from her past reappears with new powers and a thirst for revenge. As she struggles to hide her true identity, a certain ninja just might break through her walls and capture her heart.

Hey there! (: So. Since this is my first fanfic, it's not going to be awesome. It's written in third person because, frankly, I suck at first person. I've tried but I always unconsciously switch into third person. Plus, I just like being able to switch to different views easily since there are a lot of characters. This is going to follow the manga mostly, but there'll be some things from the anime. And I'll be adding a couple worlds of my own because I don't think there are enough worlds to develop the characters and such. Anyways, moving on, here's the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa Chronicles. I am only a loving fan who can only wish to create something as amazing.

With that done, I present you the first chapter! Enjoy!


f l u f f y white clouds were littered prettily across the blue sky. The wind was blowing gently, making the trees sway slowly to unheard music. In short, it was absolutely beautiful outside. A young teen sitting near the back of the classroom thought so too. She itched to be outside to feel the cool breeze instead of being in a stuffy classroom. She could tell that her classmates were antsy also. Many, including her, kept glancing at the clock, willing it to strike three and free them from the torture that was history class. Five minutes feel like forever. She tapped her pen to the rhythm of a song that was currently stuck in her head. She continued to stare out the window and daydream, not paying attention to anything in her surroundings. She looked up at the clouds

"Ella," a voice said sharply. The teen jumped a little at the sound of her name being called. She turned and saw that everyone was staring at her. The teacher sighed.

"Pay attention please. And stop tapping your pen. It's distracting."

"Sorry," she said, quickly stopping the movements of her writing utensil. The teacher resumed her lesson and her classmates averted their eyes. She sighed. She couldn't wait for class to end and school to let out.

Just then, the bell rang and the room was alive with noise. Students were packing up their things and rushing out the door, excited for the weekend. Ella also rushed out, but not because she had something better to do. As she walked down the hall, she thought about what she could do with her day. She didn't have much homework so she could put off doing it until tomorrow. Maybe she could go for a run down the street near her home. She nodded to herself. That wouldn't be so bad. She just hoped her sort-of guardian Victor didn't decide to come home. He was rarely at home on Fridays but there were those rare times when he decided to show up.

She barely had the time to finish her thought when an obstacle got in her way. She gasped as she found herself tripping and falling. She landed on the ground with a grunt. Her books fell from her arms and scattered across the floor. She heard laughter and voices around her but one in particular stood out to her. It was rather high-pitched and annoying. Looking up, she wasn't surprised to see her fellow classmate Christina Lee.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, obviously not meaning it. "I shouldn't have left my bag on the floor. I forgot what a klutz you were." She smirked and laughed, walking off with her puppet-like friends. But not before kicking away some of her books. Soon, the laughter faded and everyone stopped looking at the teen. Ella sighed and gathered the books closest to her. She looked up when a book came into her line of view. She saw the smiling face of the girl she could consider as her friend.

"Dropped something?" she said, teasing a little. Ella favored the girl with a small smile as she took the object from her hand.

"Thanks, Maria," Ella said, standing up.

"No problem!" she replied. She glanced in the direction Christina went off in and shook her head. "That girl just gets meaner by the day."

"Tell me about it," Ella said with a sigh.

"I know!" she exclaimed as they walked down the street. "Does she have nothing better to do than pick on you?"

"Apparently not," Ella sighed.

"I don't know why you put up with her." Ella just shrugged at that, thus ending the conversation. They talked about their day before they reached the destination where they went their separate ways. After waving goodbye, Ella continued down the street until she reached the brown building that was her home. Unlocking the front door, she stepped in and was glad not to be greeted by the smell of alcohol, meaning that her guardian was still out drinking or whatnot.

As she locked the door behind her, Ella caught sight of her guardian's daughter's, who she considered as a sister, bag lying on the ground near the door. It was her favorite bag and she always brought it with her whenever she went out. If it was here, that meant she was home.

"Molly!" she shouted. "I'm home!" Ella didn't hear a reply as she walked up the stairs. Dropping her books and bag to the floor as she entered her bedroom, she ran to her bed and flopped down on it with a sigh. She laid there for a few moments before changing out of her uniform and taking a quick shower. She looked out the window and saw the sun still shining. It was nice weather for a run. She adorned a loose, rather large teal shirt with short sleeves. It also had a pocket over her breast. She pulled on a pair of faded denim shorts and put on her gray sneakers. She tied her hair up in a messy ponytail and grabbed her iPod and earphones before leaving her room.

"Hey, wait!" Ella stopped halfway down the stairs and turned around. Standing at the top was Molly.

"You going out? Good. I need you to go buy some stuff for me," Molly said, pulling a piece of paper from her pocket and handing it towards the younger girl. She snapped her gum and resumed chewing. Ella sighed as she reached up and took the paper. It was a ripped sheet of notebook paper with the words: gum, watermelon, sunflower seeds (salted), and tampons, on it in the familiar messy print.

"Fine," Ella said. So much for a run. Oh well. She could run to the store. She slipped the paper into her back pocket.

"'Kay, thanks!" Molly said before Ella heard the sound of her footsteps, dashing back to her room to do whatever. Ella went back to her room to grab her small bag. It had a beige strap that went across her chest. The bag was a creamy color with a teal bordering. A flap went over the bag and had a hole for the brown button that secured it close. It was rather saggy and limp but it fit a lot of stuff. Ella put in her blue cell phone and wallet in there, along with the list.

Once out on the street, she put her playlist on shuffle and made her way to the local Safeway. As she passed an alley, a bright flash caught her attention. She backed up and saw the bright flash again. She couldn't tell what it was, other than it was something big. Curiosity getting the best of her, she walked in thinking, What's the worst that could happen? Soon she saw that it was an abandoned body-length mirror. She noted that it was rather beautiful. The frame was silver and looked like leaves and vine growing on a branch. She heard voices and turned off her iPod, putting it in her bag. She furrowed her brow. She couldn't hear it. It was faint and there weren't any words she could make out. So much for her sensitive ears. Maybe it was too far away? She unconsciously put her hands on the mirror.

"Are you the Witch of Dimensions?" a boy said.

"I have been called that," a woman replied.

"Please… help save Sakura!"

"There is a price if you wish to save the child.

"I want to-" she heard two men say.

"-never return to the world I'm from."

"-return to the world I came from!"

"What is your wish?" the woman asked.

"My wish…" Ella said in a trance-like state. Before she knew it, she was dissolving into the mirror. Soon she found herself falling into darkness.


In the country of Japan, the sky was covered in gray clouds and the earth was showered with rain. A tall woman stood in a yard before the house that was her shop. She was wearing a black dress and a moon necklace around her neck. She had long black hair and red eyes. The woman suddenly lifted her head to the sky. An opaque, water-like substance stretched from the sky, like a falling raindrop in slow motion. It dispersed the second it touched the ground, revealing two kids. The boy had chocolate brown hair and amber eyes. He was holding an unconscious girl with light brown hair in his arms.

"Are you the Witch of Dimensions?" the boy asked.

"I have been called that," the woman replied.

"Please… Help save Sakura!" he pleaded.

The witch walked towards the boy. She kneeled down and touched the girl's forehead. "Her name is Sakura, you say? Yours is?"

"It's Syaoran," he said.

"This child has lost something very precious, and that something has been scattered to different dimensions. If nothing is done, this child will die."

The witch ordered the boy standing behind her to get something for her and he ran back inside the house, being dragged by two little girls.

"There is a price if you wish to save this child," she said to Syaoran.

The boy looked at the witch with determined eyes. "I will pay any price I can just to save Sakura!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound came out of nowhere.

"They're coming," the witch said.

A substance similar to the one that brought Syaoran stretched out from the sky and another one from the ground. They dispersed at the same time and now, two tall men were now standing beside the boy. The man standing beside Syaoran had fair blond hair and striking blue eyes. He wore a long white coat that was lined with fur and had blue designs. He held a long golden staff with blue crystals. The other was taller, by at least a head. His skin was tanned, and he had spiky jet black hair and red eyes. His clothing consisted of a black cloak over black armor, and he was also wearing some sort of headgear. He held long sword with a silver dragon hilt.

It was almost comical when the two men unintentionally spoke at the same time.

"Who the hell are you?" the one in black rudely asked.

"Are you the Witch of Dimensions?" the one in white asked.

Both of them looked at each other, the black one glaring at the white one. The witch ignored their inquiries and her eyes were focused on the sky once more.

"There is one more." As soon as the words left her lips, there was a strange whistling sound. The wind seemed to pick up just a little. A bulge similar to the others stretched from the sky. But instead of setting its package down gently, it broke and sent a girl plummeting to the earth. At first, it seemed like no one was going to do anything except gawk at the girl. As she neared, it was obvious that the man in black was closer to her. He sighed and extended his free arm just in time to catch the girl. She had wavy black curls that were tied up messily. She also had dark brown highlights and blonde ends. Her skin was as pale as the blond man. Her eyelids fluttered a little before opening to reveal black irises. She stared at her surroundings in a confused daze. Did she die? But this didn't look like any sort of afterlife. In fact, it looked a bit familiar. She then realized that she was in the arms of some stranger. Embarrassed, she quickly regained her footing and stepped away a bit. His arm dropped to his side.

"Where am I?" she finally spoke.

"Please give me your names first," the witch said, pointing at the girl to start speaking.

"Ella," she stated simply. The witch eyes went to the one in black.

"I'm Kurogane," he said rudely. "But where the hell am I?"

"Japan," the witch answered.

"Huh? I came from Japan."

"This is a different Japan."

"Wait, Japan?" Ella exclaimed as she registered the words being said. "Are you telling me I just transported halfway across the world?"

"Not exactly, but yes," the witch said. Then she turned to the one with a long staff. This man was polite, unlike Kurogane. He bowed before the witch before introducing himself. "I am a Celes country wizard, Fai D. Fluorite."

"Do you know where we are?"

Fai nodded. "A place where any wish could be granted if a suitable price is paid." What?

"That's correct. Well, since you are all here, that means you all want some sort of wish."

The two men spoke at the same time once again.

"I want to-" the two men said.

"-never return to the world I'm from." Fai completed his sentence with a smile.

"-return to the world I came from!" Kurogane finished, glaring at Fai when he noticed that they spoke in unison again.

It was Ella's turn to make a wish but she was still stunned by the events taking place. Different worlds? Wishes? Princesses and magicians? What in the world? Or maybe it should be worlds now.

"What?" she said stupidly. "Am I dead? Or dreaming?"

"No," the witch said. "This is reality."

"But…magic doesn't exist, does it?"

"Magic can be in the most unexpected of places. Shouldn't you know that?"

Ella frowned. Was she referring to 'it'? How would she know about that? Well, if she was supposed to be able to grant wishes, she could be a witch with some kind of magic. "That isn't really magic," she said defensively.

"It's still something that is considered a myth, is it?"

"True but…how do you know?"

"You'd be surprised," she said mysteriously.

Ella bit her lip in thought. Her rational side was telling her that this couldn't be possible. Magic was the thing of fairytales. But then there was herself. She was a mythical creature. She should just believe. Then again, this was supposed to be a story. She had been swallowed by a mirror, a magical one it seemed. But if this was a dream, it wouldn't matter what she did. If this was real though, then this could be her once-in-a-lifetime chance. She could either take it now or never again.

"My wish," she finally spoke, "is to… find a home. A place where I can belong and be happy." She knew it probably sounded like a weird wish. She knew she could've wished to go back to Molly and Victor, but she didn't want to. Sure, she was grateful for all they had done for her, but she always felt a bit out of place. She didn't want to feel like that anymore.

"That's a hard thing for the four of you to do," the witch then said. "Those wishes you have, if you pay separately, it won't be enough. But if you four pay together it might be barely enough."

"What the hell are you talking about-?" Kurogane interrupted.

"Please be quiet, Kuro," Fai said teasingly.

"My name is Kurogane!"

"You four all have the same wish," the witch explained, continuing as though she had merely paused to take a breath. Looking at Syaoran, she spoke: "You, child, want to go to different worlds to collect this girl's memories." She turned to Kurogane. "From a different world, you want to go back to your own world." She glanced at Fai. "You want to go live in a world other than your own." Her eyes moved to Ella. "You wish to search for a world you can belong in."

"Your purposes are different, but the means are the same. You have different reasons why you want to go to different worlds. Each one of your wishes, I can't grant them. But if the four of you each give me your precious item, the four of you can go to different worlds."

"What do I have to give you?" Kurogane asked.

"That sword."

He took a step back and raised the sword above his head to keep it away from the witch. "I'll never hand over my Ginryuu!"

The Dimensional Witch had a sly look on her face and she poked him on the chest. "Fine then, in exchange, you can roam around looking like a cosplayer, violate the weapon laws, get arrested by the police, and get interviewed on television."

"Eh? Poli- Tele-" Kurogane tried to decipher what half the words meant while the witch watched with a huge smirk on her face.

"I'm the only one in this world able to send you to another world," the witch added.

"Bullshit!"

"It's true," Fai said.

"Really?"

"So what are you going to do?" The witch already had her hand outstretched as she waited for him give the sword.

Kurogane reluctantly sheathed his sword and handed it to the witch with a huff. "When I'm free from this curse, I'm coming back for it!"

The witch took the sword but she never once touched it with her own hands. She let it float next to her as she faced Ella.

"Your price is the picture in your locket."

The girl's eyes widened. The picture? She hand unconsciously flew to clutch the locket. It was an expensive piece of jewelry, bought during the times when she had money to spare for luxuries. It was a sterling silver oval locket that had a floral design engraved on the front. The top of the locket had a delicate decorative frame that attached to the bale. It had been a birthday present to her by her parents, and she loved it to pieces. It was her most important thing, right after the picture inside it. The locket held a family portrait of her parents and her seven-year-old self. Ella was reluctant to give it away but it didn't seem like she had another choice. She sighed and reluctantly removed the picture. It glowed before floating out of her hand and to where the other prices were.

"As for you," the witch then said, looking at Fai, "your price is your tattoo."

Fai looked troubled. "Will this wand not do?"

"I said, the price is your most important thing."

He was smiling even though his eyebrows met in the middle. "I guess I have no choice then…" He leaned forward slightly and through his cloths, weird markings floated off of his back and went to hover beside the witch.

The witch turned her attention to Syaoran. "And you? What is the most precious this you own? And will you give it to me to go to another world?"

"Yes."

"Your price has not yet been told and yet you will still give it to me?"

"Yes."

"I can only help you travel your paths to different worlds. You must search for this child's memories yourself."

"Yes."

"…Good. You're prepared."

"There's more-?" A boy wearing glasses came back running from inside the house holding two rabbit-like creatures.

"Here he comes." The witch took the white one with the red gem on its forehead.

"Her name is Mokona Modoki. She will take you to different dimensions…"

"You have another one," Kurogane interrupted. "Hand me that. I'll go with this one."

"That's only for communication. All he can do is communicate with this Mokona," the witch said.

"Mokona can take you to another dimension but she can't control where you land. Your wish becoming true is only by luck." The witch paused. "But there are no coincidences in this world. There is only hitsuzen. You were all destined to meet."

She faced Syaoran. "Syaoran, your payment is the relationship. To you, the most important thing is the relationship with that girl. So I'll take it."

Syaoran looked confused. "What does that mean-?"

"Even if she gets all her memories back, you will not have the same relationship with her as before. What is she to you?"

Syaoran looked down at the girl's face. "My childhood friend, the princess of my country, and someone who is very important to me."

"…I see," the witch said. "But if you're going to use Mokona, that relationship will disappear. Even if you were able to return all her memories back, the part about you won't return. That's your price. Still?"

"I'll go. I won't let Sakura die!" There was a fierce determination in the boy's eyes.

"Traveling through various worlds will be tougher than you think. There are many worlds… for example. These people come from different worlds. You can tell by the clothing they wear, you understand? That the worlds you come from are different…"

"People that you know, people from past worlds, people may have different lives in different worlds. You may meet the same people in many different worlds. For those who were nice to you in one world, you can't be certain they will be the same in another."

"There are worlds where the language and common sense can't be understood. Living standards and rules are also different in different worlds. For some of the worlds they are full of criminals, lies, or wars. You have to keep living and passing through the worlds, while looking for the fragments of the memories, not knowing where or when they will all be gathered."

"But, you are still steadily determined… right?"

"…Yes."

The witch extended the creature towards them. "Readiness and sincerity, qualities that are indispensable in order to accomplish anything. Qualities you are properly provided with."

"Well then," the witch said. "Please get going."

Mokona floated out of her hand and a magic circle appeared under her. Large white wings grew from her back, and when she opened her mouth, a strong vacuum sucked them inside the small creature.

The witch stared up at the clearing sky. "Good luck on your journey."


And that's it! I hope you liked it! Any kind of review will be loved. (: