Hey everybody! This is my 2nd ff so im still a little new. Please don't
criticize on my writing, it can b a lil bad. Well, enjoy! Oh, I wont b
putting in any jap words. Its not that I don't know any, but its because.
well. I just don't wanna bother, sorry.
- I don't own CCS, or anything yadda yadda yadda. U all heard this b4 from all t writers. Its so annoying. This goes 4 ALL my chapters cuz I don't wanna hafta bother putting up this message again n again. @_@ so please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
Prologue
A man paced back and forth outside his bedroom, waiting. His face was stressed and haggard. Restless and anxious, he murmured to himself.
"This is taking too long. We don't have that much time. We've got to leave now, before it's too late," he mumbled worriedly.
Inside the bedroom, a woman screamed, as if in pain. Beads of sweat and perspiration were all over her face and neck. Her hair was loose and was also soaking with sweat. Her breath was short and labored. She screamed once more at a final attempt. The next minute an infant cried and she sighed, relieved and grateful. The midwife held in her arms a pink newborn, tenderly wrapped in a green silk blanket. The man came running in and saw the midwife handing the babe over to his mother. The second she held the tiny baby she forgot all her pain and smiled sweetly at the baby.
"Congratulations, sir, you have a new healthy baby boy," the midwife said cheerfully to the man. He grinned proudly, his eyes shinning with delight. Three girls came running in excitedly, hoping they'd get a chance to hold their new baby brother.
"Finally, we have a boy," he laughed, still grinning.
"We have a brother?!" they all squealed.
"What shall we name him?" Mother inquired, smiling.
Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled under the full moon.
"Ooh, how 'bout Syaoran?" one sister suggested. " Yes, Syaoran, Little Wolf, is a splendid name," Mother agreed.
"Then Syaoran it shall be," Father laughed. "It suits him perfectly!"
Another sister came running in, breathing hard. Her face showed fear and panic. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide, taking them all in.
"There you are, come over and - '' Father begin.
"The soldiers are coming!" she breathed. "They carry torches with them!"
"What!" he growled, "How many are there?! And how far?!"
"About 100 and they're less than several hundred feet away, riding fast. They'll soon reach us any minute now!"
Suddenly his face looked like his daughter. He began thinking of a way they can escape unharmed. Thoughts raced through his mind, coming and going.
"Damn this war!" he shouted. "My son can't even come into this world with peace!"
They were in the middle of a horrible and tragic war that had already caused thousands of lives, a war that had turned men savage and hateful. There were dying everywhere; people couldn't even sleep without hearing the eerie moans of dying men out in the battlefield. Children had nightmares and cried out for their parents at night. Having a baby born in the midst of all this fighting and killing was truly a most joyous occasion.
Their father is an important and famous general. He had led his army of a few thousand men into many battles, and came out victorious each time. An anonymous letter was sent to him the day before, warning him that the other side wanted to kill him, or at the very least capture him. The letter warned him to leave right away, but with his wife due any minute now, he couldn't leave and have his son born on the side of a road. Both sides knew all too well that his troops, possibly the best troops, would lose the heart to fight should something happen to their beloved brave and courageous general. They had always known, ever since the first time he went into battle. They were awe by his skill and bravery and his mastery of martial arts. Normally he would be surrounded by his troops, safe and protected, but he wanted to be there for his son's birth so he returned home. Of course, the king and his court objected but finally agreed to let him go, after he threatened to resign being general and assured them that he had four daughters who knew martial arts really well, him being the one who taught them, to guard him. He knew the arts of the four Shaolin animals - Tiger, Panther, Snake, and Crane. The arts were distributed among his four daughters; one knew the art of an animal. The king sent some men to go home with him, but he ditched them, wanting his family to have some peace and quiet and not being reminded of the war. He wanted things to go back to normal again, the way they were before the war. Now, almost everybody knew where he lived, him being so famous and all. So he took his family to their old abandon house, which everybody forgot existed, it being in the woods. But, unfortunately, not everyone had forgotten about it as he thought. Some still remember and the other side was able to wriggle it out of them with threats and bribery and torture.
"You four take them to someplace safe and hide. Don't let anything happen to them. I'll hold them off for as long as I can," he ordered.
"But, Father, I told you, there's about 100 of them! Even you can't fight them off! You'll get yourself killed!" the youngest daughter objected.
"Since when do I have to tell you twice?!" he roared.
"But." she persisted.
"I said go! Now do as I said!" his eyes were bulging and the veins at his temple were popping out with anger at the soldiers and concern for his family.
"Father, we can't -'' she started.
"Quiet!" he whispered fiercely. "Listen, do you hear something?"
Suddenly arrows came from all directions. The father-daughters team fought them off vigorously while the midwife, along with the mother and Syaoran, cowered near a corner, behind an upset table. Next some fire arrows came and set everything ablaze. The place soon filled with smoke. Their eyes started to water and they struggled to breath. The four sisters pulled their mother, brother, who was now wailing, and midwife out from behind the table and started carrying their mother and brother towards the back door. The midwife trailed behind them. Their mother fainted from all the smoke and heat, and the exhaustion of giving birth also contributed to her passing through. The four kicked open the door and ran outside to the fresh outdoors. The place was surrounded by trees. There were no owls hooting or crickets chirping or any animals making any noise. They had sensed the danger and hid. The night was dark and cool. The only light there was coming from the full moon and blazing fire. Otherwise, the night would be pitch-dark.
"Father, let's go! Hurry!" they called.
"No! It's me they want! I must distract them while you four take them to safety," he argued.
"Father, you'll die!" they cried.
The roof burned down, falling near the door, blocking his exit. The door soon caught on fire and they couldn't see anything inside.
"No, Father!!!" they fell down crying.
The next minute he came flying out from under the roof. Him spinning while flying had extinguished any flame on him. They face lit up with relief and they stopped their crying. Arrows came at him once more. He deflected and dodged as much as he could, but there were too many since they fired rounds after rounds of arrows. One pierced his leg, another his shoulder, several his stomach and arms, causing him to fall to the ground. He lay there, lifeless; his breath came in short, painful gasps. It seemed that the time had finally come for the beloved general. Another arrow pierced his heart, delivering the final deadly blow. The four faces that were shinning with relief and happiness, now again donned gloominess and terror. They could hardly believe that he, the master of martial arts, the undefeated general, had been annihilated. They were too stunned to speak and stood there, eyes wide and gaping. A soldier saw them and called to the commander. Then they started charging for them without his command. The four girls regained their senses and were now revengeful. They wanted nothing more than to kill all the soldiers and avenge his death. No longer afraid, they fought angrily and mercilessly, slaying all those who were in their way. As they fought, they eyed the commander hatefully. The general sat on his mustang nervously, getting more afraid as his men fell. What's worse, he didn't even order them to charge. Soon there were no more soldiers left standing and dead bodies everywhere. There was fire in the four girls' eyes, like the one burning their house, which is now diminishing. They drilled his face into the mind, promising they'd never forget it. The commander galloped towards their father, scooped up his body, and galloped away. The four stood watching the house burn to ashes then ran back to their mother and brother and midwife. When they reached them, they saw that the midwife was bleeding to death. There were arrows in her. They dropped down next to her.
"W-what happened?!" they asked, shocked.
"They tried to shoot at your mother and brother," she said weakly. "I tried to protect them. shield." she trailed off. Her body went limp. She was dead but her eyes were still open.
"Grandma, Grandma!" they shook her. Biting back tears, the oldest closed her grandma's eyes. Right then and there, they vowed they would find the commander and kill him to avenge their father and grandmother, no matter where he was.
"Well, it's no use standing here and moping," the oldest said sadly, "We best do as Father said and find somewhere safe to hide until this war blows over. C'mon, help me with Mother."
Not far away, another baby was also borne, at the exact time Syaoran was, a baby girl. (A/N: guess who?!) She was a plump, pink baby, with fair skin. Her eyes were big and wet. Her family rejoiced, unaware of what had happened that night. Her father walked in, still in his armor, and held her up, pleased. "I'll name her after your favorite flower. Her name is Sakura, Cherry Blossom. Yes, that is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he laughed. "Don't you agreed, darling? Honey?"
Her mother lay still, not breathing. She had died giving birth. His laughter turned to sobs like his daughter.
I'm 2 descriptive, huh? Sorry 4 describing those sad scenes. It won't be so sad anymore, promise. ( oh, n remember 2 review. I don't mind flames, as long as they're not so harsh. I have t next chap ready 2 post up, but I wanna heard from u ppl. Itll get more interesting, I promise. This is just t prologue. Anyway, review n tell me what u think. Thanks in advance.
- I don't own CCS, or anything yadda yadda yadda. U all heard this b4 from all t writers. Its so annoying. This goes 4 ALL my chapters cuz I don't wanna hafta bother putting up this message again n again. @_@ so please don't sue me.
Chapter 1
Prologue
A man paced back and forth outside his bedroom, waiting. His face was stressed and haggard. Restless and anxious, he murmured to himself.
"This is taking too long. We don't have that much time. We've got to leave now, before it's too late," he mumbled worriedly.
Inside the bedroom, a woman screamed, as if in pain. Beads of sweat and perspiration were all over her face and neck. Her hair was loose and was also soaking with sweat. Her breath was short and labored. She screamed once more at a final attempt. The next minute an infant cried and she sighed, relieved and grateful. The midwife held in her arms a pink newborn, tenderly wrapped in a green silk blanket. The man came running in and saw the midwife handing the babe over to his mother. The second she held the tiny baby she forgot all her pain and smiled sweetly at the baby.
"Congratulations, sir, you have a new healthy baby boy," the midwife said cheerfully to the man. He grinned proudly, his eyes shinning with delight. Three girls came running in excitedly, hoping they'd get a chance to hold their new baby brother.
"Finally, we have a boy," he laughed, still grinning.
"We have a brother?!" they all squealed.
"What shall we name him?" Mother inquired, smiling.
Somewhere in the distance, a wolf howled under the full moon.
"Ooh, how 'bout Syaoran?" one sister suggested. " Yes, Syaoran, Little Wolf, is a splendid name," Mother agreed.
"Then Syaoran it shall be," Father laughed. "It suits him perfectly!"
Another sister came running in, breathing hard. Her face showed fear and panic. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide, taking them all in.
"There you are, come over and - '' Father begin.
"The soldiers are coming!" she breathed. "They carry torches with them!"
"What!" he growled, "How many are there?! And how far?!"
"About 100 and they're less than several hundred feet away, riding fast. They'll soon reach us any minute now!"
Suddenly his face looked like his daughter. He began thinking of a way they can escape unharmed. Thoughts raced through his mind, coming and going.
"Damn this war!" he shouted. "My son can't even come into this world with peace!"
They were in the middle of a horrible and tragic war that had already caused thousands of lives, a war that had turned men savage and hateful. There were dying everywhere; people couldn't even sleep without hearing the eerie moans of dying men out in the battlefield. Children had nightmares and cried out for their parents at night. Having a baby born in the midst of all this fighting and killing was truly a most joyous occasion.
Their father is an important and famous general. He had led his army of a few thousand men into many battles, and came out victorious each time. An anonymous letter was sent to him the day before, warning him that the other side wanted to kill him, or at the very least capture him. The letter warned him to leave right away, but with his wife due any minute now, he couldn't leave and have his son born on the side of a road. Both sides knew all too well that his troops, possibly the best troops, would lose the heart to fight should something happen to their beloved brave and courageous general. They had always known, ever since the first time he went into battle. They were awe by his skill and bravery and his mastery of martial arts. Normally he would be surrounded by his troops, safe and protected, but he wanted to be there for his son's birth so he returned home. Of course, the king and his court objected but finally agreed to let him go, after he threatened to resign being general and assured them that he had four daughters who knew martial arts really well, him being the one who taught them, to guard him. He knew the arts of the four Shaolin animals - Tiger, Panther, Snake, and Crane. The arts were distributed among his four daughters; one knew the art of an animal. The king sent some men to go home with him, but he ditched them, wanting his family to have some peace and quiet and not being reminded of the war. He wanted things to go back to normal again, the way they were before the war. Now, almost everybody knew where he lived, him being so famous and all. So he took his family to their old abandon house, which everybody forgot existed, it being in the woods. But, unfortunately, not everyone had forgotten about it as he thought. Some still remember and the other side was able to wriggle it out of them with threats and bribery and torture.
"You four take them to someplace safe and hide. Don't let anything happen to them. I'll hold them off for as long as I can," he ordered.
"But, Father, I told you, there's about 100 of them! Even you can't fight them off! You'll get yourself killed!" the youngest daughter objected.
"Since when do I have to tell you twice?!" he roared.
"But." she persisted.
"I said go! Now do as I said!" his eyes were bulging and the veins at his temple were popping out with anger at the soldiers and concern for his family.
"Father, we can't -'' she started.
"Quiet!" he whispered fiercely. "Listen, do you hear something?"
Suddenly arrows came from all directions. The father-daughters team fought them off vigorously while the midwife, along with the mother and Syaoran, cowered near a corner, behind an upset table. Next some fire arrows came and set everything ablaze. The place soon filled with smoke. Their eyes started to water and they struggled to breath. The four sisters pulled their mother, brother, who was now wailing, and midwife out from behind the table and started carrying their mother and brother towards the back door. The midwife trailed behind them. Their mother fainted from all the smoke and heat, and the exhaustion of giving birth also contributed to her passing through. The four kicked open the door and ran outside to the fresh outdoors. The place was surrounded by trees. There were no owls hooting or crickets chirping or any animals making any noise. They had sensed the danger and hid. The night was dark and cool. The only light there was coming from the full moon and blazing fire. Otherwise, the night would be pitch-dark.
"Father, let's go! Hurry!" they called.
"No! It's me they want! I must distract them while you four take them to safety," he argued.
"Father, you'll die!" they cried.
The roof burned down, falling near the door, blocking his exit. The door soon caught on fire and they couldn't see anything inside.
"No, Father!!!" they fell down crying.
The next minute he came flying out from under the roof. Him spinning while flying had extinguished any flame on him. They face lit up with relief and they stopped their crying. Arrows came at him once more. He deflected and dodged as much as he could, but there were too many since they fired rounds after rounds of arrows. One pierced his leg, another his shoulder, several his stomach and arms, causing him to fall to the ground. He lay there, lifeless; his breath came in short, painful gasps. It seemed that the time had finally come for the beloved general. Another arrow pierced his heart, delivering the final deadly blow. The four faces that were shinning with relief and happiness, now again donned gloominess and terror. They could hardly believe that he, the master of martial arts, the undefeated general, had been annihilated. They were too stunned to speak and stood there, eyes wide and gaping. A soldier saw them and called to the commander. Then they started charging for them without his command. The four girls regained their senses and were now revengeful. They wanted nothing more than to kill all the soldiers and avenge his death. No longer afraid, they fought angrily and mercilessly, slaying all those who were in their way. As they fought, they eyed the commander hatefully. The general sat on his mustang nervously, getting more afraid as his men fell. What's worse, he didn't even order them to charge. Soon there were no more soldiers left standing and dead bodies everywhere. There was fire in the four girls' eyes, like the one burning their house, which is now diminishing. They drilled his face into the mind, promising they'd never forget it. The commander galloped towards their father, scooped up his body, and galloped away. The four stood watching the house burn to ashes then ran back to their mother and brother and midwife. When they reached them, they saw that the midwife was bleeding to death. There were arrows in her. They dropped down next to her.
"W-what happened?!" they asked, shocked.
"They tried to shoot at your mother and brother," she said weakly. "I tried to protect them. shield." she trailed off. Her body went limp. She was dead but her eyes were still open.
"Grandma, Grandma!" they shook her. Biting back tears, the oldest closed her grandma's eyes. Right then and there, they vowed they would find the commander and kill him to avenge their father and grandmother, no matter where he was.
"Well, it's no use standing here and moping," the oldest said sadly, "We best do as Father said and find somewhere safe to hide until this war blows over. C'mon, help me with Mother."
Not far away, another baby was also borne, at the exact time Syaoran was, a baby girl. (A/N: guess who?!) She was a plump, pink baby, with fair skin. Her eyes were big and wet. Her family rejoiced, unaware of what had happened that night. Her father walked in, still in his armor, and held her up, pleased. "I'll name her after your favorite flower. Her name is Sakura, Cherry Blossom. Yes, that is a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," he laughed. "Don't you agreed, darling? Honey?"
Her mother lay still, not breathing. She had died giving birth. His laughter turned to sobs like his daughter.
I'm 2 descriptive, huh? Sorry 4 describing those sad scenes. It won't be so sad anymore, promise. ( oh, n remember 2 review. I don't mind flames, as long as they're not so harsh. I have t next chap ready 2 post up, but I wanna heard from u ppl. Itll get more interesting, I promise. This is just t prologue. Anyway, review n tell me what u think. Thanks in advance.