This was his destiny? To help capture the Clow Cards she wasn't able to, only to have Yue strip him of them and then surrender them to her after she had beaten the moon gaurdain on that second try that wasn't sopposed to be. Destine to fail! Destine to [i] help [/i]. Has the soucerer ever considered what that boy a hundred life time from then would feel? Or did that just make it all the more amusing? He had spent a life time training for this. A life time for the sole perpose to become the new master of the spell card created by his ancestor.
He felt a pain in his chest. Was this how Meiling felt? The knife stab of rejection? The painful realization that your an extra in this story. That you were around just to help someone else achive the position you yourself had spent your entire waking life striving for? He suddenly felt like he had serious misjudged his betroved.
[i] "I'm disapointed. I exspected more from a derect decendant of Clow Reed." Commented Yue. [/i]
Just you wait and see! The boy had thought as he called out Time. Time froze. Except for himself, . . . and Yue, and then the boy followed suit.
"Time is one of the Clow Cards under my control."
Clow Reed had left out the detail on Yue on perpose, that he had the power to over ride the control of certain Clow Cards, so both of them would fail, and only the one he wanted would remain for that second chance that wasn't sopposed to be . . .
"This was my destiny~! To spend my life preparing for claiming the Clow Card! To help Her collect them! Was this all a joke to you Clow Reed! Some thousand year old prank you left for your decendants! You ate it up didn't you! Watching me fail! Watching me be defeated and being stripped of the Clow Card [i] I [/i] had risked my life collecting! And for what! For Her! For Her . . . damn . . . " He couldn't take it. He had expsected anger. He had exspected disapointment from his mother. But never . . . exspentency. She had known before this had even begun that he would fail. That he never had a chance. That all of this . . . just . . . was just a play with pre written scripts, that they were just playing out.She was destine to win. Why had she ever doubted herself? He was destine to fail. Why did he ever believe in himself? He looked at his capture sword inventingly next to his bed. He wouldn't play the game anymore. He would be a peice of amusment for a long dead wizard anymore. Or . . . or was that part of the game too!? The boy screamed. What were his choices!? What was predetermend!? The sword remained unused next to the bed. It would never be used again, not for magic or other traditional meathods as well. He was a living failure. Of course, Clow Reed had planned that. He had made sure of it.
His mother, Clow Reed, Yue, they had all expsected and known he was going to fail. He was the only one who had been ignorant of the fact. That girl. She had the most potent magic in the world at her finger tips and yet she desired nothing! He realized he was crying, he didn't give a damn.
He hated her. He hated Clow Reed. He hated his mother. He hated Meiling. He hated Yue. He hated Cerobaros. But most of all. He hated himself.
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PS I know I can't spell.
