Memoirs Of Fallen Man


Chapter 1

The Wandering Man


Summary: 20-year-old Eriol is a Dark Magician with powers to kill an entire army and the fighting skills of an assassin at it's best. Eriol's Reign of terror stopped abruptly and he drifted into the darkest of silence. When Eriol comes across a small village and meets the 20-year-old herbalist Tomoyo Clow Daidoji, will he let his evil ways return or will this new path give him something he has forgotten?


(Eriol's Point of view)

Days, it's been days, what am I doing? I look around at my surroundings and seeing nothing but trees upon trees, and beyond that more trees. I am lost is my emptiness. Like I wanted. I bestowed this fate upon myself. Why? I look at my bleeding hands. I have burned them to see if I could feel. I felt it. But I did not cry in dispare, and they healed. I just looked away and began walking.

As I walked, I hope that I walk to death's door, hoping to have my soul ripped out of my body, hoping that it would bring me the glimmer of hope that I am not alive and everything that I killed and had done was just a feverish nightmare. As I walk, I hear a 'snap'. I stopped and turn, and heard a snicker. Finally a human that might relieve me from this world that I killed.

"Looks like a tired horse," Said the voice to my right. I turned my head and continued walking into the forests vast darkness. "Where are you heading to, wanderer? You walking with the dead? Are you ready to die?" I look ahead seeing the seven men walking stalking around me like snakes. I looked away and continued walking not caring what would happen.

"Ha, Hand over whatever you have to offer and we won't kill you."

I stopped and look at them and felt my dry bleeding lips smirk. "I haven't anything to offer, but you are welcome to take what is left of my life."

The men looked at me puzzled, my offering them to kill me. But I was nothing but serious. I haven't anything to live for. I have taken enough life, spilled enough blood, burned enough towns and villages, it's time for me to give it all back.

"Let's give him what he asks,"

The bandits drew their swords and struck over and over and over and over . . .

(End of Eriol's POV)


The little village of Clow, a modest town with a bakery, a fabric shop and every other essential that are needed to run a town. Miss Tomoyo Clow Daidoji walked to her Father, Master Clow to his small hut where he would advise the people of his town on what to do. He was a magician. He used his gift to help his people and his adopted daughter Tomoyo. Tomoyo opened the straw-made flap and walked in holding a woven basket. "Father, I'll be in the forest for a while getting some herbs, I'm a little low on my herbs. And I've been getting cramps and headaches." Tomoyo informed her adopted Father. "Very well, shall I have someone protect you whilst you do so? I don't feel comfortable with you going out there along."

"You worry too much over me Father, I'm flattered and your offer is very kind of you, but I must decline. I'll be all right, there may be bandits in the forest but I'm not going that far into the woods." Tomoyo exclaimed. She gave her Father a kiss on the cheek and left with her raven black hair swaying behind her as she jogged down the path to the deep forest.

It was nearly evening and Tomoyo's long black kimono was getting soaked from the muddy ground, it had rained yesterday so she had to hurry, it may have been late summer but is it was still cool out.

Tomoyo walked over to an Aloe Vera plant and dug into the ground taking the whole plant not wanting it to die of chopping a leaf. Tomoyo looked at her lamp watching the flame flicker. 'I should have remembered to put more oil in the lamp.' She thought picking it up and walking a few feet and fell over breaking her lamp really putting herself in darkness. Tomoyo panicked looking for her basket. Her hand landed in a large puddle. Tomoyo lifted herself seeing her hands were black but reflected in the light it was dark red.

Tomoyo gasped and stood up with her back pressed to the tree more afraid. Tomoyo's breathing became heavy. 'A dead body.' She thought in horror. Tomoyo bends her knees down with her back light pressed to the tree and not taking her eyes off the dark figure she felt around for her lamp. Tomoyo touched the steel handle and lifted the light and went to her knees picking up two rocks and clanking there together lighting her lamp.

Tomoyo slowly lifted the lamp illuminating the body on the ground. Tomoyo gasped agin seeing it was a man, wtih dark hair and skin as pale as a ghost, he looked as if he were wandering from the dirt on his feet. Tomoyo slowly walked over and picked up a long twig and pocked the body. 'Who is he?' She thought perplexed. Walking around the blood she kneeled down looking at his strong features, his dry bleeding lips and unmoving eyes. Tomoyo slowly touched the man's skin, its chill causing her hand to recoil. Tomoyo slowly breathed and moved his long dark navy hair from his face. "I have to get my Father!" Tomoyo said out loud and stood up taking her basket and began running toward her town.

Tomoyo ran and ran through the forest at full speed. As she entered her Town, everyone stared at her as she ran. Tomoyo nearly tripped but kept running. "FATHER! FATHER!" She cried panting. Clow came out his hut looking worried as he put on his glasses. "Tomoyo, what is the matter?" He asked as Tomoyo dropped her basket on the barrel. "Father, there's a man in the forest, I think he was killed by the bandits, there was blood everywhere, he's not moving. His eyes are still and his skin is as cold as ice." Tomoyo exclaimed panting.

Everyone went came over to Clow and Tomoyo. Clow looked at Tomoyo's hand seeing the nearly dried blood. "Show me." He said to his daughter. "Myuki, Ryo, come with me, I require your service. Yamaki, warm some water and have a rag ready when we come back." Clow ordered. "Come, this way." Tomoyo said running off along with her Father. Myuki and Ryo who had a straw and wooden stretcher followed after the two.

The time had passed, about twenty minutes and Tomoyo stopped panting and pulled up her long kimono sleeves and touched the man's face. "It is still like Ice." Tomoyo said. Clow stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the body with a horrid looked on his face. "Tomoyo, don't touch him." Clow said. Tomoyo looked up at her Father feared face. "Father?" She said. Clow took out his key and released it into a staff and waved it. A black mist was covering the man's body. Tomoyo stood and stepped back looking at it. "What does this mean?" She said.

"He uses Dark Magic, don't touch him Tomoyo. Myuki, Ryo put the bed down." He ordered. "Sir, what is someone like this doing in this forest?" Myuki asked looked worried. "I'm not sure." Said Clow waving his staff again. The man's body was floating off the soft ground and move blood streamed from his mouth.

The man groaned. "Father. He lives." Tomoyo said. Clow looked to the man's face, his eyes wandered to his neck. He also had a Key around his neck! "Come, we must tend to his wounds before he is dead." Said Clow.


Hoped you like it, I know it's a little short but you'll see what happens next soon, I'm a little busy writing my other stories so this will take a while but this is worth the wait believe me. So since I won't be undating for I while on this story because Skating Figures is in progress, put this story on the story alert, I just wanted to post it for something new for the Eriol and Tomoyo fans out there. Remember to review. And don't worry, I swear this is going to be updated soon enough.

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