Yuuko stared out the window of her story room. The snow was falling slowly. "Another boring day I see; with no story to speak of." Her eyes grew big as she saw a familiar face walking forward in the snow. "Syaoran?" No, this fellow has green eyes. "How odd, another surprise visit. Well, I guess I must meet him." She walked out her room through the corridors and stepped outside to her porch.
The young boy looked barely eighteen. He stopped walking, and the footprints in the snow began to vanish. His head was lowered, and a heavy silence dwelled between them. "Are you. . .the dimension witch?" he asked quietly.
"Speak up, child."
He lifted his head with eyes that looked fierce and courageous. "I said, are you the dimension witch."
"That I am."
"Is it in your power to grant any wish?" he asked bravely.
"It is."
"Then please, I beg of you. Grant my wish," his gaze did not leave her eyes.
"If it is to bring back the life of your deceased lover I'm afraid I can not grant that. Nothing you can offer will be able to pay the price for something that big," she lifted her head.
"I see," he lowered his head slowly and smiled. "Please take me back then. Even if it was for a brief moment, please take me back," he looked up with a sincere smile.
"Your wish will be granted. There is a price though. You must re-live everything once more. The future will not be changed in any way, and you may not interfere with her death. That is your price."
"Hai. I understand." At that moment, he was surrounded by a black and white wing as he went through the dimension of time and space.
Now my story will begin. Of Suzaku Kururugi and Euphemia Li Britannia.