Tsubasa Chronicles

The Green Witch

Summary

Hime Sakura is not who she appears, her beauty is great, her gentleness legendary; her reputation fearful. She desires one thing and will use any means to achieve it. One young man has had enough of her rule, he is determined to bring her down and stop her one desire from coming true.

Chapter One

Rebellion

An exquisite women stood before an oak carved mirror, her balcony curtains were being disturbed by the harsh wind. Her appearance was eloquent, her golden crown sat upon her perfectly groomed hair, rubies glittered from the spikes of her crown. Her hair was a honey colour, her voice was orange marmalade it spread everywhere; touched every being she spoke to whether it be a wasp or a man.

Her honey hair was long, it didn't need the rays of the sun to proclaim its beauty. Hey body was alive with curves, her frame was delicate but deadly. Her eyes trapped anyone she gazed upon, her jewels the colour of the sea. Green as the great forest that was in her garden. Her eyes were her weapons all who even glanced at them fell under her rule, she pitied women and desired men.

She was a princess by blood but she longed for so much more, she ruled her kingdom with fierceness and burned all who opposed her. She is not a magical being, she has assistants who handle all of her magic business. Her name means cherry blossom, something sweet and angelic most of all flavour able. Well she certainly was a cherry in all she did, but not all she preached. She wanted to make herself invincible, unbeatable, feared and respected by all that was her life goal.

Her reflection looked back at her and a cold smile spread over her delicate face. Her sea green eyes narrowed in raging anger. She screamed, a high pitch death sound echoed from her lips, her face scrunched up with unnecessary effort. Her body moved indecisively unsure of where she should move to next, it was usual for her to have uncontrollable tantrums such as this. Her staff learned to pretend they didn't happen. They stayed out of her way otherwise they would become included in horrifying ways.

Sakura could hold a scream for up to two minutes, her lungs worked furiously, she pushed herself beyond her limit, her face become bright red, her eyes dilated with bursting fury. Her skin become translucent white, her body weightless. She would move to the tune of her scream, shattering her windows, but never her oak carved mirror. Her windows had to be replaced once everyday, on some occasions even twice a day.

The people in the streets, who rode their carts taking their crops and possessions to sell to the market had a name for her. Her nice name was 'The Envy Princess', her horrible name, which they called her in private was 'The Green Witch'. Everyone believed that she was cursed, many people in her charge went hungry, lived in squalor and died. Taxes were rather high, seventy percent to their princess and thirty percent for themselves and their families. There were frequent rebellions and all who went against 'The Green Witch' never came back. They were killed, tortured or thrown into the powerful sea and surrounded the land. None survived and for this most carried a strong hatred for the princess Sakura.

Many came from distant lands to see if the rumours were true about her having magical powers, but they never lived to make their discoveries known. Sakura always made sure she was one step a head, she had spies, who did have magical powers kill and torment them.

Her bedroom windows shattered as usual, her screaming done she glanced at her appearance and scowled, "bath time" she muttered angrily to herself. Tiredly she rid herself of her clothes and slipped on a silk bathrobe, "Mymi" she called. Sakura waited for thirty seconds then she strode over to a gong on her balcony and hit it forcefully the echo of the gong burst from the balcony and sounded so that everybody heard it.

Her bedroom door burst open and a young woman, thin and ragged bowed down before her and begged for forgiveness. "Please Hime, forgive me I'm sorry I was attending to something else--" she trailed off seeing the angry look in Sakura's green eyes. Sakura waved away her excuses, "run me a bath then bring me my sword". Mymi bowed low again and rushed off to do as she was asked.

Sakura walked out to the rail of her balcony and glanced down everyone in the town square was bowing to her, orchids, roses, cherry blossoms and daffodils had been placed in front of them to honour her. A young man was being stoned by some of Sakura's guards for refusing to bow. He kicked one of them in the shin and began to make his way to the flowers.

Along his way he called out "All hail 'The Green Witch', her mystical being astounds all, her screaming and temper infuriate no one; her treatment of her people is so kind that I praise her most highly for her commitment to her people! All worship the goddess, 'The Green Witch' or my name for her 'The Bossy Bitch'. Most people gasped, a few snickered the young man smiled grimly and declared for all to hear, "I obey no one but myself" and with a sarcastic bow to an astonished Sakura he began to run again, "bye!"

Sakura was beside herself, "Seize him!" she shrieked at her guards, "I want his head! Seize him!" Blazing with fury she thundered back into her room and banged the doors shut. Mymi her servant informed her that her bath was ready, "your sword is on your bed hime" Mymi stuttered afraid. Sakura let out a growl, grasped her sword and sliced Mymi's head clean off her shoulders in one swipe, blood sputtered everywhere.

"I will kill that man if it's the last thing I do!" Hime Sakura screamed to the dead Mymi.

At the southern edge of 'The Blydane Forest' a little cottage stood by the great Haim River. The green water swirled and rippled severely copying the princess's mood. A young man walked along the path beside the river, humming softly to himself. He was a peasant boy, his hair was a messy light brown colour, his eyes were a dark amber that masked his hidden anger. He made his way swiftly to the cottage, flowers bloomed in the small garden, honeysuckle grew on the house, the smell of tomato soup greeted his nose he quickened his pace into a run and came skidding to a halt at the wooden front door.

He knocked excitedly on the door and the laughter of a young woman met his ears. "Coming" she chirped, she opened the door and sank into a low bow, "Lord, good afternoon I have your dinner ready on the table, I have used the best china so please I implore to be careful as I do not wish to mark it", the young woman announced playfully. The young man pulled her into a quick hug and patted her hair, "when will you grow up Tomoyo?" he growled jokingly.

The woman named Tomoyo turned her back on his and led him to the sitting room, "never" she finally answered. The young man chuckled at her answer, it was so typical of his sister to say that to him. The sitting room was plain but nicely decorated. Flowers in vases were in the table in the corner and on the low pine table in the middle of the room where two arms stood. On the wall above the fireplace there was a picture of a family, the young man, Tomoyo and what looked like their parents.

"So dearest sister what is for dinner, I'm starved" the young man confessed hungrily. Tomoyo spun around and smiled at him, "why dearest Syaoran tomato soup, fresh from the garden and bread with butter. For pudding cherry pie" she informed politely. Syaoran licked his lips expectantly and rubbed his stomach as if trying to soothe his hunger pains. His stomach was making noises demanding food. Tomoyo laughed as she tended to the fire. "Your stomach speaks for you, I'll just go into the kitchen and bring the dinner and you go and wash yourself you are filthy." she replied sternly, pointing a finger in the direction of the wash room.

Syaoran grumbled and made his way to the washroom "oh great no hot water" he moaned softly. He plunged his head into the bucket of cold water, allowing the water to penetrate his dirty pores. He lifted his head out and shook his head, his hair became unruly and darkened because of the wetness. He stared into the mirror opposite him and he felt his smile slacken, his eyes grew darker. Angrily he tore his gaze away from the mirror and proceeded to wash himself, he stripped off his clothes and tipped the bucket of what over himself. "Brrr!" he yelled out.

"Syaoran hurry up your dinner's getting cold!" Tomoyo's voice called out to him. "Give me a chance woman!" Syaoran hollered back gruffly. Sighing Syaoran dried himself off quickly and put his clothes back on. Shivering he made his way back to the sitting room and sat gladly in front of the blazing fire, holding his hands out feeling the heat on them. After a minute he walked away from the fire and sat down at the table where his dinner sat. Tomoyo came through from the kitchen carrying two cups of steaming tea. Syaoran rubbed his hands together gleefully and tucked into his dinner. "This is great Tomoyo" he beamed at her. Tomoyo nodded her head in appreciation and sat down in one of the arm chairs clutching her cup of tea.

Syaoran finished his dinner in silence, thanked his sister for the food and went to his bedroom. It was quite bare just a bed and a little cupboard occupied the room. He pulled out a little brown notebook from his pocket and wrote down his entry for that day. He had kept a diary for the last three years, since he had lost his parents.

Well diary today was just like every other day. Since we are under the rule of Hime Sakura or as I like to call her 'The Bossy Bitch' . Everyday is a struggle for every single person, save the selfish princess herself. It is becoming harder to look after my sister and myself, the ground to grow vegetables is becoming to hard to grow anything, from my work I earn very little and I don't agree with stealing. I need to find more work, perhaps cutting trees or something. I will refuse to work for that old hag, The Green Witch. She may control everybody else but she will not dominate my sister and me.

When she has a temper I laugh, I think its positively hilarious and they have to change the glass in windows everyday because she's a pompous, conniving self-manipulating fraud. My father always said to hate a person was one of the biggest crimes ever but I find with that woman that its hard not to hate her. Anyway I refused to bow down to her wicked highness today so they started to stone me, again I found it funny though I did receive a few bruises but its worth it to get back at that ice witch. What do you know another name for her, I can think of some many unpleasant names for her but to say them aloud would be horrible of me.

I've had enough of her rule, so I'm going to rebel I obey no one but myself, why should some idiot like her control my life?! I've had it, she will not anymore! And if there is anyone else who agrees then they can join the revolution! Too many murders have been committed through her orders and her whinging.

"Down with THE BOSSY BITCH!" (My favourite name for her)

End of today's entry 6th June 1756

End of Chapter One

What do you think, please review; this is my first Tsubasa Chronicles story. By the way do any of you know Syaoran's surname from the anime because I don't. If you could tell me that would be brilliant.

Thanks a lot

Demere