Disclaimer: I do not own Cardcpator Sakura- wish I did- but I don't so don't blame me for any problems with the story.
On with the story!
Chapter One
"Is there any reason behind this war Papa?" a little girl asked, her long brown hair framing her thin face as she rested against her pillow, beneath the warm sheets. The tall broad shouldered man sitting beside her chuckled. He had a story book in his lap which he was reading to his seven year old daughter.
"This war has been raging on for so long, I can't even remember how it started," he replied, closing the book and placing it on the shelf across her bed. He walked to the door but stopped when he heard a soft quiet voice.
"Good night Papa," his daughter said, pulling the sheets over her small body. He smiled at the sight, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose.
"Good night Sakura. Sweet dreams. I hope you never get to experience the war first hand," but his daughter didn't hear what he had just said. She was all ready asleep.
Ten Years Later...
Light seeped through the white curtains of the large bedroom. The sleeping form stirred and opened her pale green eyes slowly, only to shut them again when the rays hit her face. She groaned and turned over, shielding her face from the sun. The door opened and a tall woman with short black hair and dark eyes walked into the room. She opened the curtains to the displeasure of the sleeping girl.
"Please wake up M'lady. It's morning all ready," she said, speaking softly. Sakura groaned.
"Do I have to?"
"Yes. Please, your mother is expecting you." At this Sakura sat up in bed.
"Expecting me? Why?"
"She didn't say. All she said was that she needed to talk to you and it was very important. Please, hurry. She seemed worried," the woman replied walking to the door.
"Thank you Rumi."
Sakura forced herself out of bed and changed as fast as she could (she was still half asleep). After placing on her pink kimono with pink pants and white shoes, she ran through the halls of the palace, towards the kitchen where she found her mother reading a long scroll. Without looking up, she spoke to her.
"Sakura, I have just received word that your father is fine." Sakura looked confused.
"Is that it?" Nadeshiko placed parchment onto the table and stared worriedly at her daughter.
"What?"
"He wants you to join him in Jinka." Sakura's eyes widened at her words.
"WHAT!"
"All this fighting is stupid. It's been going on for so long now, I don't even know why it started," a tall boy said. He had well built muscles and messy chocolate colored hair. He was staring out of the window of his room.
"If you're so against it then why don't you try to stop it?" another boy asked. He had neatly cut blue hair and dark blue eyes. The brown haired boy glared at his friend.
"I would, Eriol, if they'd let me out of the palace grounds once in a while." The blue haired boy grunted.
"They know you'd run off to try and stop the war. That's why they keep you here. You're the only heir to the throne and if you die before the corronation...well, let's just say no one will be happy around here."
He knew his friend was right. He just didn't want to admit it. He was a proud young man and didn't want his ego to be bruised. He looked back out the window and sighed.
"Whatever, it's still a stupid rule." He made a decision right there and then that he would sneak out that night and stop that war. He didn't care how he would do it. Even if it meant dying.
"And don't even try to think about running away. I'll follow you and tell your mother," a voice said, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"How..?"
"We're cousins or have you forgotten Syaoran?" Eriol said wickedly.
The day went fast as slow as anything. He knew Eriol was manipulating the time somehow to prove his point. His cousin was trained in using magic, taught by the legendary Wizard Clow himself. Never the less, he was going to escape. He all ready had it planned out. Once everyone was asleep, he would sneak out swiftly and quietly, making sure not to wake his sisters and mother. He knew he could never sneak past Eriol's room without waking him up but that was the only route out of the palace.
He knew as soon as he left the palace grounds, he would be in unfamiliar territory but his worrier instincts would get him through. He carried whatever he needed; sword, bow and arrow, food supplies. He didn't want to carry too many things- it would only slow him down even more. In a few steps, he was standing at the hidden entrance that would ensure his freedom. He sighed and took a step. Ten steps later, he was out. Night had finally settled upon the sky. This was the perfect time to escape and that's just what he did, not aware of the figure watching form above.
A/N: well, that was the first chapter to the story. If you want to find out more, please review and any requests for later chapters would be much appreciated. thanx p.