Full Summary: Legend goes that every 18 years, Destiny's child is born. But in order to keep balance to the world, the child must be killed. What if Sakura is the child of Destiny, but Syaoran doesn't want her to die. Worst, a King want's to use her to control Destiny and bring his life into wealth. Every second Sakura is kept alive, every second there world is being thrown into hell. When time comes, Syaoran will have to choose; save the one he loves and bring the world to its end, or kill her and save the world.
a/n: I would like to thank you very much if you are here to read this story and review. This is a one of three book trilogy and I hope, with your review, that you will motivate me to continue. Oh, and this is a remake of "Land Of Confusion" the other one was just 'crappy'.
Rated: This story is rated "T" for some language, violence/blood/gore description.
Forbidden: Sakura, the child of Destiny
By: Syaoran 'Spaar
Prologue
Shhhhh... There coming...
That was all you could say on a night like this. The moon was full an shined like a big yellow-white star. Tiny star dots surrounded it and filled the sky with frenzies of tiny non-falling snowflakes. The trees brushed up against eachother as the wind blew swiftly away and out. You would expect owls to hoot at this type of night, but they didn't. All for one reason, and one reason only; they had been killed.
Seven owls hung on thin lines that crossed from one tree to another. Each birds had there throats slit off and wings ripped out. They hung upside down over piles of leaves that were going to be used for fire.
As the wind shifted, a man ran through the night like a shadow. He ran breathless and his legs moved quickly. He looked behind, frightened, he screamed. His eyes bulged open as a ducked his head just in time as a broad arrowhead flew by pass him, only missing him by inches.
He charged his legs to run faster. "Open the gates!" He yelled as he got closer to two black gates that stood adjacent to eachother. Both stood about fifty or so yards high and twenty yards thick. Still he ran, hoping that the black gates would open, but they never did.
His eyes flashed white as everything he saw flashed bright white for a second. As things came back to normal, he fell down and felt pain on his right ankle. He felt down and noticed that an arrow had pierced him to the ground. He screamed in horror, but not pain.
He closed his eyes to try and ignore the pain, but another arrow shot through his arm. He toppled over to his side and saw a tall figure standing upon him. At that moment, he wished he were dead because he didn't want to be alive as he saw the huge shadow drive a sword between his eyes.
The tall figure whipped the blood off his sword with his dusty hands, and jabbed the ground. Another man walked up beside him and said, "Are you ready?" He nodded and gestured a charge. Hundreds of men with swords and bows marched behind him, towards the black gates that still stayed shut.
"Bring the ogre." The tall man hissed. As several people moved aside to make an isle, an ugly ogre, standing probably more than eight foot, marched on. Two men held him by chains that clasped his hands together. "If you want to live, you do as I say." The man pointed his sword near the ogre's throat. "Now, when I open the gate, make sure no one get's in my way, and bring me the person." The ogres reply was silent, but it acknowledged.
The tall man was known by the name of Voridor. He took almost seven foot tall and was always surrounded by heavy coatings of armor. His helmet was thick, and his only sight was a small visor that allowed him to only see what was in front of him.
As Voridor came a foot away from the black gates, he held his hand out and mumbled a few words beneath his breath. Soon, an aura gathered around his hand and a ball of blue fire burned within his palm. It exploded in front of him and created black smoke. As the smoke disappeared within time, a huge hole, big enough to walk through, crumpled as it grew bigger; he had made an entrance.
"Men, move forward." Voridor announced as he stepped inside. He saw houses stacked near eachother, and a fire still burned within the middle of the village. They had intruded the Gyron Village, a village known for its wall, but no more. "But save the girl for me."
Only minutes later, houses were trashed as women and there children ran out the house. Houses were burned down to the very inch and smoke piles clouded the area. Men tried defending, but many fell to Voridor's men. It almost seemed foolish even trying to step up.
"Sir!" A man came running towards Voridor, he took a breath and continued. "We have her sir."
"Bring her here." Voridor's eyes widened behind his visor, and he stood straight.
Four men carried a young girl, not more than the age of 18, on a wooden piece of table. She laid unconsciously, one of her hand laid over her chest, and the other flat on her side. Her head tilted to its side.
Voridor took off a glove and felt her face. It was soft, and luscious. He touched her lips but quickly moved back as her eyes lit open. Her eyes were bright green even through the night of the fired sky. Her amber colored hair blew swiftly across the win. Her eyes slowly closed back again, and she dozed off into a hurtful sleep.
"This cannot be... she is, young..." Voridor stepped back, and shook his head slowly. "I can't do this... not to such a young girl."
A man in a hood stepped up. The hood over his head covered his face in total blackness as he spoke, "You have to, lord Gura will not be pleased if you don't."
Voridor stared. "The man is sick." He hissed.
"No choice."
"To hell with him." Voridor waved the men off as they carried the girl away.
Though his army started to leave, Voridor stayed put in the village. Instead of walking away, he crept deeper into the already torn down village. He turned and gazed around as he saw people run for there lives. He felt odd at the moment, he didn't know what the feeling was but he also didn't know why he felt it.
Voridor stopped as he saw a few family pile up against eachother, trying to avoid his enormous appearance. Some of the men held sticks for defense, and held there children and wives behind them.
One man stepped up and pointed a knife as him. "Step back!" He yelled. His stance was weak, and his body shook of fright. He was a fool trying to stand up against a fully armored man, but a brave one. Voridor took a step forward, and without thinking, the man charged. "I said step-" The man gasped.
Voridor had taken hold onto his throat. The movement was so fast that the man didn't even see Voridor move. His grasp hardened and the man choked for air.
"Daddy!" A child yelled from behind. He repeated his fathers name twice, and started running but his mother had stopped him. Voridor exchanged looks from the boy to the man over and over for minutes.
Voridor loosened his grip and let the man slid down onto the floor. He held his neck and stretched it out. "Take care of your family." Voridor hissed, and turned around to leave.
For a minute, he felt silence around him, but quickly stood alert as he heard a scream from behind him. Voridor spun around and saw the man charge at him once more. "You monster!" he yelled and struck with the sword.
"Fool!" Voridor yelled, but he had one and only one choice left. He took a hold onto his sword, and swung the handle against the mans' head. With a scream, the man flew through a window and dropped down inside an almost burned down house.
Voridor quickly released his sword onto the ground and stepped back. "No!" The women cried. Voridor stood in shock. That fool! Why did he do it? Voridor shook his head. "I gave him a chance, he didn't take it." He said to himself.
Voridor turned back around, and with a sorrow face hidden behind his visor, he marched out of the village. His eyes grew dark as he hid them under his head. His sword was close to his side, and he sighed.
Tonight I started what could be a war, but I will end it.
The moon started to turn red as the sun gazed upon its view. The bids chirped freely as the village of Gyron had been raided into pieces. The only things left of it were piles of dead bodies, burning grass, and black smoke arising from the burned houses.
As Voridor took one last look, he stared closely. He closed his eyes, and mumbled a few words under his breath, then disappeared within the forest in which he had come from.
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