~*Prolouge*~
Title: War Beat
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CCS. Though I wish I could...
Peony: Hello everyone, I'm back with another CCS story! S and S as always~ ^.~ I'm going to develop the characthers more in this story. This inspiration struck me when I read Peacewish's stories. I'd Like to thank her. *bows*
Kero: Am I gunna be in the story?
Peony: Who knows? Its a secret. *waggles a finger*
In a kingdom long ago....
"It is time!"
A low voice muttered with glee. A gnarled and withered old man slowly rose from his stool, his red eyes brooding and his wrinkled face looking solem. Yet, he broke out into a crazed laughter as he looked out from his window, looking down at the castle which seemed to stand there gloomily as the sun was starting to set. The strange old man in his purple dusty robes was startled by a knocking on his door. Pushing aside his large dusty yellowing books, he opened the door and stared up at a young man around his 20's. "Ah, Nubis, you are already here! Are the forces ready?" Nubis flipped his short black hair away from his eyes and bowed and rose slowly, his purple eyes looking as hard as flint and yet a cold smile lit his face. "Of course, we have about 10 scouts at the south, and 40 within this city, more are to come." The old man smiled, his reddish eyes crinkling into a strange and evil looking grin. "Yes, how foolish the king is, he doesn't know that there are betrayers under his his own kingdom. He doesn't know that the banished are back seeking for vengence..." Nubis smiled rather crookedly. "He doesn't know that I am the son of who he vanquished and killed long ago."
There was a loud thumping noise repeating over and over again in the courtyard. A young boy with chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes was hitting a practice dummy over and over again. A look of fusteration filled his eyes and he stopped punching the dummy and turned around to face his amused friend. "Whats so amusing!" He snapped, his eyes shooting fire. The boy with the purplish hair and large specs grinned, "Are you that unhappy about the marriage?" "I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!" was the reply. The boy with purple hair straightened his armor and sighed. "You are being really immature, how about a sword fight?" He threw a sword at the brown haired boy, who caught it with ease. "You are signing your contract to death Eriol." He growled. "Im in a rotten mood, don't think I'm going easy on you." Eriol shrugged and smiled brightly. "Oh Syaoran, my dear friend, you don't need to go easy on me, I taught you some of those fancy sword moves." Syaoran growled like a wolf and lunged at his friend.Eriol side stepped and Syaoran landed, sprawling on the floor. Eriol laughed full heartedly. Who would'nt find the situation funny if the prince of the powerful realm of Letington was sprawled on the floor, head first with his feet feet stuck up in the air in a funny angle.
"You'll pay for that." Syaoran muttered, trying to wipe the mud off his face with much dignity. Eriol smiled. "Yes yes, I know." There was an audible clang of swords as the two faced each other off. Syaorans eyes were trained and alert, his moves were skillful and fluid. Eriol's eyes were teasing and concentrated, he moved silently and darkly. It was strange how they circled each other for a long while. "HYAH!" Syaoran made the first move. The move was too swift for Eriol to fend off totally, He rose his sword just in time to have the sword glance off his shoulder. "Ow!" He exclaimed. Syaoran just grinned as he spun around and used his sword to knock Eriols sword out of his hand. Eriol smiled and sighed. "You won again your highness." Syaoran grinned. "How about sparring? Are you in the feeling for that?" Eriol shook his head. "Although I'm not as skilled as you are in your sword and martial arts, I can outwit you when it comes to textbooks and spells." Syaoran did not need to hear that, his face darkened into a scowl. Eriol grinned. "Although, you are very intelligent in tatics and moving about an army..." The damage was done. Syaoran was back in his sour mood when a high pitched voice called them.
"Brother! Cousin Eriol!" The both looked up as the third to youngest daughter of Letington came running to them. Like her brother, her eyes were the same shade of amber, but her hair was a lighter shade of brown and flowed all the way down the her ankles. Dressed in a pink silk dress she hurried to both of them. "Mother said come in, Princess Meiling has arrived!" Syaorans voice lowered to a grumble as his sister left. "Who in the right mind would marry their own COUSIN!" Syaoran exclaimed angrily as he walked toward the throne room. Eriol coughed. "You should wash your face." Syaoran stubbornly refused. "I won't, I'm not going to be all clean just for some stupid cousin of mine who I've known for a long time."
"SYAORAN!" Syaoran winced as someone came barreling into his back. "Meiling." He said weakly as he tried to push her away. "Ew, what happened to your face?" Meiling asked, her red eyes narrowing and her nose crinkling up into a disgusted face. "I fell." He replied shortly. He hated her. She was so annoying. His mother looked at him sternly. "Go wash your face right now..." Syaoran sighed and did as told. 'Who in the world have to marry somebody whos your COUSIN.'
"Its almost time..." The wizard held up a hand. "Is the royal family all gathered in the throne room?" "Yes." A soldier replied. (The wizard was the same old man who Nubis met at the tower.) The wizard smiled. "This is good, everything is working out fine. Since today is the announcement of the prince's berothal to Princess Meiling, every one of the Li family will die tonight. Don't let anyone remain alive. Anyone loyal to the Li seal is to be killed off immediately." The soldier nodded and left. Nubis came up next to the wizard. "Opitus, when I give the signal, create a spell to keep everyone in the room." Silently, Nubis raised a gloved hand. A golden net of magic escaped from the wizards hand as he hummed a spell net. The magic curled about the room, enclosing everyone within it.
Syaoran grumbled as he made his way down to the basement of the castle. He grabbed the water pump firmly between his hand and washed cleanly. the mud came off his face easily. Shaking his wet head, he decided to dilly dally and washed his sword as well, he sheathed it after it was cleansed throughly. Straightening his royal attire and armor, he padded up the stairs and tried to enter the throne room. The door remained closed. Confused, he kicked the door. Nothing happened. "Mother? Meiling!" He called. "Open the door!" There was no answer. Syaoran stepped back into the shadows of the wall, wondering what was going on. His magical aura sensed something, using his magic, he probed the door and was instantly shocked. Stepping back and shaking his head from the magical shock, he stared. It was magic... something was keeping him from going inside.
Eriol left the room right after Syaoran did. He sighed softly as he walked into the garden and sniffed the violets. He too would have to marry, but just like Syaoran, he didn't want to marry someone within family, he wanted... he wanted to marry off of love. He winced at how sentimental it sounded. He looked up at the castle walls. Some day he would leave this place... someday... His eyes widened, how strange, the watchmen were facing towards the castle... Wait... wasn't that Opitus? His teacher in magic? Eriol grinned and was about to call out to him but stopped as he realized something. Opitus was casting a spell!
Syaoran cursed, what was a spell to get rid of an enclosing spell? He wished he could remeber! He couldn't remeber anything... he hated studying... he loved performing his favorite spells... but this... He wished Eriol was there... But.... There was sudden screaming and chaos from inside. "MOTHER!" Syaoran screamed. "FATHER! MEILING! ERIOL!" Syaoran pounded on the door and hid when he heard thundering footsteps. Hiding in the shadows, he stared as thousands and thousands of soldiers in black passed by him. Unlike his father Own, they wore black and purple... Within the soldiers was... "Nubis..." Syaoran muttered lowly with disbelief. Nubis turned around smartly and faced the soldiers. "Within these walls, all of the Li family has been killed! You enemy has been destroyed!" A cheer rose up from the soldiers. "I! As son of the fallen Drendon, will be your new king!" The walls resounded with cheers and hoots of many soldiers. Syaoran fell against the wall in shock. Nubis... his fathers personal bodygaurd... betrayed... his father? Syaoran leaned against the wall, his chest constricted so tightly he felt as if he could'nt breathe. "No..." He whispered as the soldiers headed out with Nubis... Every persons face which betrayed his father was seared into his mind as they passed.
Percy...
Klien...
Link...
They were all once his friends in knight school...
And... Opitus... Of course, he must've cast the spell... Betrayer... BETRAYERS!
Syaoran felt his heart bleed and his soul scream for vengence. But no tears fell, he cried dry tears. Dry tears for the dead. He turned and silently sneaked out of the castle, and managed to swin through the moat and dissppear from the city, unoticed by anyone.
This was the beggining of the war...
To be continued....
A/N: The beggining might start off a bit slow, but I promise, this story is going to be a masterpeice. Read and Reveiw please! Hahaha.... ^.~
Title: War Beat
Disclaimer: I do NOT own CCS. Though I wish I could...
Peony: Hello everyone, I'm back with another CCS story! S and S as always~ ^.~ I'm going to develop the characthers more in this story. This inspiration struck me when I read Peacewish's stories. I'd Like to thank her. *bows*
Kero: Am I gunna be in the story?
Peony: Who knows? Its a secret. *waggles a finger*
In a kingdom long ago....
"It is time!"
A low voice muttered with glee. A gnarled and withered old man slowly rose from his stool, his red eyes brooding and his wrinkled face looking solem. Yet, he broke out into a crazed laughter as he looked out from his window, looking down at the castle which seemed to stand there gloomily as the sun was starting to set. The strange old man in his purple dusty robes was startled by a knocking on his door. Pushing aside his large dusty yellowing books, he opened the door and stared up at a young man around his 20's. "Ah, Nubis, you are already here! Are the forces ready?" Nubis flipped his short black hair away from his eyes and bowed and rose slowly, his purple eyes looking as hard as flint and yet a cold smile lit his face. "Of course, we have about 10 scouts at the south, and 40 within this city, more are to come." The old man smiled, his reddish eyes crinkling into a strange and evil looking grin. "Yes, how foolish the king is, he doesn't know that there are betrayers under his his own kingdom. He doesn't know that the banished are back seeking for vengence..." Nubis smiled rather crookedly. "He doesn't know that I am the son of who he vanquished and killed long ago."
There was a loud thumping noise repeating over and over again in the courtyard. A young boy with chestnut brown hair and dark brown eyes was hitting a practice dummy over and over again. A look of fusteration filled his eyes and he stopped punching the dummy and turned around to face his amused friend. "Whats so amusing!" He snapped, his eyes shooting fire. The boy with the purplish hair and large specs grinned, "Are you that unhappy about the marriage?" "I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED!" was the reply. The boy with purple hair straightened his armor and sighed. "You are being really immature, how about a sword fight?" He threw a sword at the brown haired boy, who caught it with ease. "You are signing your contract to death Eriol." He growled. "Im in a rotten mood, don't think I'm going easy on you." Eriol shrugged and smiled brightly. "Oh Syaoran, my dear friend, you don't need to go easy on me, I taught you some of those fancy sword moves." Syaoran growled like a wolf and lunged at his friend.Eriol side stepped and Syaoran landed, sprawling on the floor. Eriol laughed full heartedly. Who would'nt find the situation funny if the prince of the powerful realm of Letington was sprawled on the floor, head first with his feet feet stuck up in the air in a funny angle.
"You'll pay for that." Syaoran muttered, trying to wipe the mud off his face with much dignity. Eriol smiled. "Yes yes, I know." There was an audible clang of swords as the two faced each other off. Syaorans eyes were trained and alert, his moves were skillful and fluid. Eriol's eyes were teasing and concentrated, he moved silently and darkly. It was strange how they circled each other for a long while. "HYAH!" Syaoran made the first move. The move was too swift for Eriol to fend off totally, He rose his sword just in time to have the sword glance off his shoulder. "Ow!" He exclaimed. Syaoran just grinned as he spun around and used his sword to knock Eriols sword out of his hand. Eriol smiled and sighed. "You won again your highness." Syaoran grinned. "How about sparring? Are you in the feeling for that?" Eriol shook his head. "Although I'm not as skilled as you are in your sword and martial arts, I can outwit you when it comes to textbooks and spells." Syaoran did not need to hear that, his face darkened into a scowl. Eriol grinned. "Although, you are very intelligent in tatics and moving about an army..." The damage was done. Syaoran was back in his sour mood when a high pitched voice called them.
"Brother! Cousin Eriol!" The both looked up as the third to youngest daughter of Letington came running to them. Like her brother, her eyes were the same shade of amber, but her hair was a lighter shade of brown and flowed all the way down the her ankles. Dressed in a pink silk dress she hurried to both of them. "Mother said come in, Princess Meiling has arrived!" Syaorans voice lowered to a grumble as his sister left. "Who in the right mind would marry their own COUSIN!" Syaoran exclaimed angrily as he walked toward the throne room. Eriol coughed. "You should wash your face." Syaoran stubbornly refused. "I won't, I'm not going to be all clean just for some stupid cousin of mine who I've known for a long time."
"SYAORAN!" Syaoran winced as someone came barreling into his back. "Meiling." He said weakly as he tried to push her away. "Ew, what happened to your face?" Meiling asked, her red eyes narrowing and her nose crinkling up into a disgusted face. "I fell." He replied shortly. He hated her. She was so annoying. His mother looked at him sternly. "Go wash your face right now..." Syaoran sighed and did as told. 'Who in the world have to marry somebody whos your COUSIN.'
"Its almost time..." The wizard held up a hand. "Is the royal family all gathered in the throne room?" "Yes." A soldier replied. (The wizard was the same old man who Nubis met at the tower.) The wizard smiled. "This is good, everything is working out fine. Since today is the announcement of the prince's berothal to Princess Meiling, every one of the Li family will die tonight. Don't let anyone remain alive. Anyone loyal to the Li seal is to be killed off immediately." The soldier nodded and left. Nubis came up next to the wizard. "Opitus, when I give the signal, create a spell to keep everyone in the room." Silently, Nubis raised a gloved hand. A golden net of magic escaped from the wizards hand as he hummed a spell net. The magic curled about the room, enclosing everyone within it.
Syaoran grumbled as he made his way down to the basement of the castle. He grabbed the water pump firmly between his hand and washed cleanly. the mud came off his face easily. Shaking his wet head, he decided to dilly dally and washed his sword as well, he sheathed it after it was cleansed throughly. Straightening his royal attire and armor, he padded up the stairs and tried to enter the throne room. The door remained closed. Confused, he kicked the door. Nothing happened. "Mother? Meiling!" He called. "Open the door!" There was no answer. Syaoran stepped back into the shadows of the wall, wondering what was going on. His magical aura sensed something, using his magic, he probed the door and was instantly shocked. Stepping back and shaking his head from the magical shock, he stared. It was magic... something was keeping him from going inside.
Eriol left the room right after Syaoran did. He sighed softly as he walked into the garden and sniffed the violets. He too would have to marry, but just like Syaoran, he didn't want to marry someone within family, he wanted... he wanted to marry off of love. He winced at how sentimental it sounded. He looked up at the castle walls. Some day he would leave this place... someday... His eyes widened, how strange, the watchmen were facing towards the castle... Wait... wasn't that Opitus? His teacher in magic? Eriol grinned and was about to call out to him but stopped as he realized something. Opitus was casting a spell!
Syaoran cursed, what was a spell to get rid of an enclosing spell? He wished he could remeber! He couldn't remeber anything... he hated studying... he loved performing his favorite spells... but this... He wished Eriol was there... But.... There was sudden screaming and chaos from inside. "MOTHER!" Syaoran screamed. "FATHER! MEILING! ERIOL!" Syaoran pounded on the door and hid when he heard thundering footsteps. Hiding in the shadows, he stared as thousands and thousands of soldiers in black passed by him. Unlike his father Own, they wore black and purple... Within the soldiers was... "Nubis..." Syaoran muttered lowly with disbelief. Nubis turned around smartly and faced the soldiers. "Within these walls, all of the Li family has been killed! You enemy has been destroyed!" A cheer rose up from the soldiers. "I! As son of the fallen Drendon, will be your new king!" The walls resounded with cheers and hoots of many soldiers. Syaoran fell against the wall in shock. Nubis... his fathers personal bodygaurd... betrayed... his father? Syaoran leaned against the wall, his chest constricted so tightly he felt as if he could'nt breathe. "No..." He whispered as the soldiers headed out with Nubis... Every persons face which betrayed his father was seared into his mind as they passed.
Percy...
Klien...
Link...
They were all once his friends in knight school...
And... Opitus... Of course, he must've cast the spell... Betrayer... BETRAYERS!
Syaoran felt his heart bleed and his soul scream for vengence. But no tears fell, he cried dry tears. Dry tears for the dead. He turned and silently sneaked out of the castle, and managed to swin through the moat and dissppear from the city, unoticed by anyone.
This was the beggining of the war...
To be continued....
A/N: The beggining might start off a bit slow, but I promise, this story is going to be a masterpeice. Read and Reveiw please! Hahaha.... ^.~