Chapter 1
Sakura ran past the hundreds of residents of Clow, as they praised her for her cuteness and waved hello. At the end of the very long tiled street was a small house. Yes, the house of the young archaeologist, Syaoran, who had lost his father during an excavation. Right now Syaoran will be returning from the Clow Ruins Sakura thought as she raced towards the house. She peered through the window, her fingers crossed in a silent prayer. No-one. She scanned the streets, firstly for any sign of her brother or guards and then for the archaeologist team.
With the side of her eye she caught a sight of a shadow. She spun around, terrified, but the owner of the shadow was nowhere to be seen. 'Syaoran… is that you? Syaoran…' she called out in a whisper. The shadow reappeared behind her. 'Who's there? I have a straw basket and I'm not afraid to use it!' Sakura called out more loudly. She raised her basket in attack position to prove her point. The sun baked her like she was in an oven which added more distress to the princess. The last thing I want to be is sunburnt! Princess Sakura thought furiously.
A quick side step and a punch from the hand was enough for the basket to fling out of Sakura's hand and onto the floor out of reach. The attacker covered her mouth before she could shriek out for help from the distant neighbours of the house and dragged her around the building. 'Shut it you worthless princess!' a familiar voice hissed. Sakura struggled to free herself and then her body went frozen. That voice. So familiar… Syaoran! The voice pierced through her thoughts. 'Stop struggling or you'll wish that you were still in bed Princess!' The voice was filled with envy, hatred and disgust.
'Syaoran!'Sakura attempted to shriek out, but failed. In a matter of minutes she was being stuffed into a rough brown potato sack. Darkness enveloped the sack as the anonymous person tightened the bag shut. She felt herself being dragged against the floor, bumping up and down every time the cloth met a stone or gap on the floor. She crossed her hands in a helpless way and daydreamed about butterflies and birds.
About an hour later, Sakura felt the bag stop. She squirmed and wriggled, only accomplishing falling to the ground and hitting her head all still in the sack. 'Here you go. Take it to our Master and nowhere else because if this bag gets lost, I'm going to make sure you get lost as well' said Syaoran's voice. 'Fine but Master wants you there to. So I suggest you get there before the stupid kid Syaoran does,' the other voice growled. Sakura felt the bag being picked up again, swaying from side to side as the new person carried the potato sack towards their Master's lair. 'Not Syaoran. Sounds like Syaoran but not Syaoran…' she moaned to herself lightly.
Half an hour later or what felt like half an hour later, the bag finally opened and a mysterious person shoved his face in the bag and pulled Sakura out by her dress collar. She kicked violently and shook her hands out as if in a motion to get ready to run. The anonymous person placed her low enough for her feet to touch the floor. He stared at her stupidly, as if trying to decide whether she was worth all the trouble. The man had rich, black hair like the colour of a crow with blood red eyes that pierced the flesh. He wore a simple black cloak with silver-grey guards armour underneath. He led (or more like dragged) Sakura to a large hall.
The hall was made of black tiles except for the wide long windows that met the floor's surface. At the end of the long walkway was a throne of exceeding white and on it was what must have been there leader. His hair, a dark black with a bunch of grey on either side of his head. He had dark blue eyes, almost black and parts of what must have been a beard on either side of his face. He wore a black cloak with red lining and Sakura stared at him with fearful yet confident eyes. 'Well, what do we have here? If it isn't for Princess Sakura of Clow,' he sneered and he placed his folded hands on his lap. Sakura gritted her teeth. 'I'll get out of here don't worry Fei Wang Reed! You failed once and you'll fail whatever you're planning again.'
Fei Wang's mouth turned into a hard line as he recalled the unpleasant defeat he'd experienced when he had tried to make his wish true and stolen Sakura's memories. 'No one will be here to save you and if people do come then they won't last very long. You can hope and wish all you want in the dungeons of my lair!' he growled as the mysterious man she'd been dragged here by tightened a grip on her hand and led her away. 'Take her to the dungeons and make sure she stays alive. I'm sure she'd love to watch her rescuers be crushed… That's if they do turn up!' Sakura walked towards the dungeon silently. She sat on her prison cell floor, a million thoughts rushing through her head. Only one thought was clear: I'll get out of here Fei Wang. You just watch! Syaoran will come with Fai, Kurogane and Mokona. If they aren't still back from their journey to seek a place where we can live together with the clones then Touya and Yukito will come with the guards of Clow and bust me out of here. Just wait and see Fei Wang… Just wait and see. With those last words, her head fell forwards and she fell into a deep unconscious sleep.