Kiaira: I have been working on this for a long, long time. It's short, but a lot of detail and wording went into this. Hope you like it.
Disclaimers: I do not own CCS, Clamp does. So don't bother suing, because you'll only get lint balls.
Fairy Tales
Chapter 1
Syaoran Li took his sword into his hands and stabbed it into an invisible enemy; he turned and slashed it into another enemy. He then gracefully turned and stabbed at the enemy yet again. He continued this for a long period of time. The sweat beaded down his head and his back. It came down in a flowing manor, as soon as it was wiped away; new heavy coats of sweat were already recoating his brow.
An elder watched him from the doorway, a few other family members watched him, awaiting the outcome this elder was deciding. The elder watched, his face blank and bear. One could not tell if his stare was pleased, or angered. Syaoran ignored this and just continued to battle the air. His sword cut and chopped at the air, causing serious wounds, if his opponent were killable.
Syaoran swung his sword around in a fast motion, slowed it down, and then bowed in the elder's direction. His family members clapped in improvement. The elder stared, still showed no signs of appeasement or of disappointment in his performance. Syaoran stood still, awaiting his master's comments.
The elder stepped forward and coolly stepped towards Syaoran. His eyes dead locked with Syaoran's, he gazed upon Syaoran's red body, and he listened to Syaoran's heavy breathing. The elder looked away from Syaoran, almost of out disrespect.
"How many times have you taken this test?" he asked.
"This will be my fourth try master."
"You have been training almost fourteen years with the sword and in training since you could talk. Your father started as soon as he took his first step. He was a very impressive man. Married by eighteen, has a daughter by nineteen. Leader of this clan when he was just sixteen," the elder turned back to Syaoran, his eye's never met Syaoran's. "You are almost twenty years of age, never even had a serious relationship, not a good sign for this clan's future, and you have yet to even pass this test to prove your worth as leader of this clan. You're just like your mother, useless as all women are. The only worth they are to give birth to children. You can't even do that."
Syaoran bowed to the floor and looked at the floor, never daring to look at his master. His master growled at him, sending shivers down his spine. He turned away. "You have a month to prove to me your worth to this clan, or I will be forced to choose your closest sister as clan leader, which would completely destroy our clan. So hear me well, one month."
With that, the elder turned and left the small room. Syaoran's family stared at the doorway and then turned to Syaoran. His eyes were still to the floor. He then stood to his feet and started to examine his sword. His eyes were dark with an ice like stare. His mother stepped forward, almost unsure what to say to her son. Syaoran lifted his sword above his head, and then threw it down with an enormous amount of energy, forcing the sword into the stone floor. He then left the small room, ignoring any of his family members whom were trying to talk to him.
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Kiaira: That's all for now. I'm probably going to get writers block after this chapter, but I'm trying my best. Lol, lots of ideas for this fic thought. So hold on tight.