The two children
The moon was high, its reflection sparkling on the black water. The moon on the water rippled as a bare foot touched it. A girl dressed in a short white dress that had a gold belt and a white piece of material around her shoulders. She opened her eyes to reveal jade green as beautiful as fresh spring grass. Her auburn hair added to her beautiful features and as she stood there, she looked like an angel.
Hands touched the walls of glass, as the boy pressed his head against the window. The soft moonlight shone on his sad face. His amber eyes shone brightly in the darkness, loneliness shining the beautiful features of his face. He gazed straight at the moon, searching for someone to bring him a cure for this sorrow.
The girl put out her hands, and then clasped them behind her back. She leaned back her head, and her wind caught her hair, pushing it pack. Wings of pure white burst out of her back, and she floated there, suspended in mid-air by the wings on her back. She closed her eyes, and slowly let her foot touch the moons beautiful, rippling reflection.
She unclasped her hands an brought them out in front of her. Cherry blossoms floated down from an unknown source and she caught one in her out stretched hands. She brought it close to her chest. Her eyes snapped open as The moon started to move and the sun showed hints of rising.
Her wings enveloped her, and she disappeared under the black water. The cherry blossom that she had been holding floated down to the surface of the water.
"Sakura-hime!" A voice called. "Yes?" The young girl asked. "Are you descent?" The voice asked. "Yes, you may come in," the girl replied. She had auburn hair, jade green eyes and the most beautiful smile. A young woman opened the door and walked in.
"Sukayomi!" The young princess exclaimed, hugging the young woman with long brown hair and blue eyes.. "Are you tired?" The lady asked. "Not at all. I wasn't out very long. But I felt a presence. A boy around the same age as me. He was so sad," Sakura said, her hand clenching into a fist. "Maybe tonight, you can ask the moon to tell you of the identity of this young boy," Sukayomi said. "Yes," Sakura said, nodding.
Knock. "Syaoran- kun?" A voice asked. The young boy turned and looked at the closed door. "You may enter," the boy replied. He sat down on his bed. A man with black hair and eyes came into the room holding a long robe. "Good morning," The man said. The boy stared in shock and terror at the clothes that the man was holding.
"Put this on and go down to the river underneath the castle," the man said, holding out the robe. "But.." The boy began. "Now, Syaoran!" The man ordered. "Yes father-sama" the boy said. The man put the robe on Syaoran's lap and left the room, locking the door behind him.
Syaoran felt the cloak made of a cold and thin material. The robe was black with gold symbols on the bottom. It also came with a top and trousers that went underneath the robe, also black. The outfit was cold and felt distant, just like he would be when he entered the river with it on.
Syaoran's father entered the room again. "Are you ready?" He asked. Syaoran nodded. His father walked over to him and helped him up. The robe reached the ground even on Syaoran who was quite tall for his age. As they walked, son behind father, Prince behind King, they received bows from the the servants, who knew by the robe that Syaoran was wearing that they were going to the river.
The reached the opening in the wall that led to the river and the King stopped and stepped aside. Syaoran bowed to him, then ducked underneath the opening and entered the room. He was at the top of a series of steps, and began to walk down them.
The river was a calm place to everyone else. It welcomed them and comforted them, lending them it's magnificent power. With Syaoran however it tortured him. Taunted him for being such an outcast. And then it ripped his body and soul apart.
When he reached the last step, he took in a breath. He did not know when it would be when it would be when he would be free of the spell. Once he had been gone for a month. Syaoran stepped on the water, causing ripple in the calm water.
He walked atop the water, and stopped in the middle of the water. He let a tear fall out of the corner of his eye and fall to the top of the water. Black mist seemed to float all around him. He looked at the water and gasped.
Reflected in the water was a girl around fourteen. His age. She was beautiful, and it didn't even feel right to call her a girl. She had white wings and opened her eyes as she clutched a cherry blossom in her hands. She smiled at him. I'll save you. Even her voice was beautiful and calm.
The reflection disappeared, and the water around him flew up to the side of the room. It shot up and formed a ceiling over him. He was never awake long enough to see this. But then the water shot down at him, and shot right through his body.
His eyes went misty and cold, and he lost all feeling. He was stripped of his memories, his feelings, everything. The water calmed down, as if staying still to admire what it had done. The boy stood there, his toes just touching the water.
Syaoran's father felt Syaoran's presence slip away, and went down the steps. He saw the teenage boy hovering above the water, and went over to get him. The water was nice and calm, welcoming him to it's home. The water didn't harm him, not like it harmed his son.
He walked over to the boy and touched his hand. The boy looked down at him with those lifeless eyes. He seemed even more distant then before. The boy turned, and touched the water. The King and his son walked back over to the steps.
The servants weren't even surprised at the look of their prince, just bowed at the King as he walked by. The King stood aside as his emotionless son walked into his room. As soon as the boy was inside and lying down, the King locked the door.
Sakura sighed, and lay down on her bed. That boy looked so sad, so distant. She wanted to find him, to help him. And then she heard the door rattle. She ran over to it and unbolted it. Sukayomi ran in.
"Princess! You know the boy you are looking for?" She asked. Sakura nodded. "Well, there is going to be a masked dance just a few days after the new moon!" Sukayomi exclaimed. "Do you think that he will be there?!" Sakura asked. Sukayomi nodded enthusiastically. Sakura hugged her. "Thank you!" She cried.
Syaoran groaned. Hunger, thirst and pain stabbed at him all at once. A servant was right beside him, and handed him a small glass that contained something that he was always given after these ordeals. Syaoran accepted it gratefully and sipped it. It was wonderful.
"How long have I been gone?" Syaoran asked. "Three weeks, your highness," the servant said. The new moon was yesterday," Syaoran said. "Yes," the servant replied. Syaoran bowed his head. Every new moon, he sneaked out of the castle to revive his magic.
"Also, you presence has been requested at a masked dance, and your father demands that you accept," the servant said. "When?" Syaoran asked. "Tomorrow," the servant replied. "Alright. I accept," Syaoran said. He didn't want to go, but the punishment for him to disobey his father would be something horrible.
He had had it happen to him once before, three years ago. He had been given a silver robe and been ordered to the river. Everything had been normal at first, except that his father had come in and waited at the top step. When he had reached the middle, the water had entered his body as usual.
Except this time, it didn't put him to sleep. He had been forced to stay awake as he was stripped of everything. His father had later told him that he was lucky he hadn't done something worse. Syaoran didn't want to know the full version of that power.
Syaoran was treated this way because of one thing. He held the power of the moon, which opposed his father's magic. His mother had also been able to use the power of the moon, and had been killed because of it. Syaoran missed his mother, because she had protected him from his father. Not to mention that she was the kindest person he had ever met. Of course here, that wasn't hard to beat.
Syaoran lifted his hand to the window. The moon was shining brightly. Syaoran put his hands to the window. He felt the brightness of the quarter moon on his face, breaking through it like a barrier and entering his soul.
Sakura smiled. Her wings gently flapped as she soared over the sea, invisible to all. She loved having these wings that enabled her to soar across the sky. She lifted her head and flew up. She lifted her hands, and pointed to the sky. Cherry blossoms danced around her, coiling around her.
The small girl ran beside the water, grass crumpling then springing up again like coils under her feet. She laughed and twirled, her dress spinning around her. Then she noticed a boy around her age staring at the moon.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I believed that I was alone," Sakura said. The boy spun around and looked at her. "Who are you?" The boy asked. His voice was small and gentle. Sakura held out her hand. "My name is Sakura," she said. The boy looked at her outstretched hand. He reached out for it, and gently touched it.
Light surrounded the boy, and soon, he had gone. On the ground was a cherry blossom, and a gold necklace. Sakura picked it up. It was a chain with a pair of wings on it. Where the wings joined, there was a crescent moon. Sakura held the pendant to her chest and smiled.
Princess Sakura. Sakura looked up and spun around. "Who's there?" Sakura asked. I can help you save that boy. Please, wake up your power. Save the boy. Return as yourself. Return, princess of the moon.
Sakura's eyes snapped open. She was hovering over the moon's reflection. In the middle of the moon she saw another reflection. A girl in white dress with... beautiful wings coming out of her back. She gasped as she realized who that girl was. Me!
Hello! I was really bored, had writers block and decided to write this story. I got the idea off the play in Carcaptor Sakura: the sealed card. The setting, and other stuff belongs to me. The only thing that I don't own is Sakura, Syaoran and their descriptions. But I hope you like this!!