Disclaimer: I do not own CCS, belongs to clamp. I'd try to buy them but it would involve selling myself numerous times and in many life times. Not going to happen. [Damnit!] The story is of my creation though. [Recovers the small dignity left] This applies to the whole story. : )
Note: I will not have Sakura as the older voice throughout the narration. Time will catch up to the present.
Had to chance name surnames to fit with theme. First names. Pronounce in a Latin way : ) V = W. C = K. I don't think this applies to many... But hey..just in case! Oh and Latin doesn't have 'Y's…but lets forget about that. A's are also long. Like awww..lol…
Livalens
What once used to be green rolling hills of fertility; where the farmer used to plough with the oxen and young children used to chase each other over the meadow plains – now is a massive slave market which is constantly rustling and bustling with cargo coming in and out. I say cargo because we were honestly just 'goods on a massive ship'. Every day, huge ships used to roll in from weeks of riding the blue surf, out there in the wilderness. I address foreign places as 'wilderness' because we came from a wild and uncivilized place. We weren't Roman, we were barbarians.
Ironic really since we never exploited the land and lived peacefully aside each other. However, the Romans came over and saw our land. Whereas we saw fruitful fields blessed by the Artemis and Demeter – we used to believe in a number of deities- they saw the land filled with the black merchandise. Money.
They bled our land until it was merely an empty scar.
For a short period, every day, I used to watch them come and go whilst wearing their creamy rich purple togas and golden jewelry. I was envious then because I had nothing more than rags. How wrong I was. I let out a cruel laugh but silence myself for this is all in the past.
One day. They came and doom crept in like a heavy black cloud over our people. They set fire to the houses, they killed our husbands and sons, and took away our women and daughters for their purposes.
I was just a girl of five then and I didn't understand what was happening around me. But I wasn't stupid, I could feel and see the pain in my people's faces. The screaming, the shouts and pleadings. Nothing helped. I guess money does make people soulless.
Here I learnt of a small gift that my mother had passed down to me and met someone. This someone was to be part of the group that was to be famous for all history to come. I felt I was merely the background in between the lines. I lost everything. My land, my people, my way of living…
They built a slave market here. One of the most famous in all the Roman Empire. I was sold as a pair with another girl I knew. Her name was Zara so she said. Zara died a short time after from pneumonia from working out in the fields during winter. She was a cold character – had a soul and a death to match.
Then something terrible happened. In just nine years after the Roman empire was established, it fell. You would have thought I would be jumping around in pure joy when it did but we'd reached a kind of normality and safety from harm. Sure there were rapes and beatings and robbery but that's normal in any society. But when a society falls, total chaos takes over.
The Romans; from being my enemies became my protectors. The renounced Syaoran Livalens stands tall and now grows stronger amidst all the death and new born suffering around us. Everyone knew of him but not many had come in contact with them. He was an extremely strong celestial..if anyone was in trouble, they'd say 'Livalens will save us!'…
As I've always believed as a small child, where there is an everlasting vast darkness – there is always a single white rose growing, or a delicate butterfly hope wandering among us. Pandora's box I suppose.
He, I imagined to be the intense butterfly who gave me wings, lighting up the dark places with a burning fire, fearless.
Meanwhile, I was unsure. I hoped that I could be the single white rose growing on barren soil, even if the rains failed and the sun never rose..
Here I lie on my cold bed waiting for the sun star to rise. I am thirteen years old. So I will tell you my story from the very beginning as follows….
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