This is my first Card Captor Sakura fic!! So please read and give some review to let me know how I am doing. This is only the prologue, so it's very short, but after this, the story goes without breaking, so for each update, I may cut anywhere I feel like, so the length will be rather uneven. This is to achieve a more free-style of writing. I do not want to be bound by the number of words for each chapter.
Also, because this is the prologue, please be patient with me. The story will get better, believe me.
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Reflection of the Moon
The moonlight cut through the clouds that blocked its way, casting itself like a spotlight onto the Earth. It was full moon tonight, and the moon seemed extremely willing to show itself that almost every crater on its surface could be seen by human eyes. In contrast, the night seemed almost black, and stars were too weak to compete with the brightness of the moon.
The silvery beams just happened to cast onto a mother and her four year old so, giving them an almost ethereal glow. The vast expanse of a lake stretched out before them, the surface so peaceful that it reflected everything even clearer than a mirror. There was also a moon in the water.
Suddenly, the smooth surface shattered, and the moon in the water also broke into pieces, like a perfect jigsaw puzzle that was accidentally kicked apart. But it soon put itself together again, and the surface was smooth as ever.
"Mother, why can't I touch the moon?" the child asked as he lifted his hand out of the water. He did not whine or cry as most of the kids at his age would. Only a streak of sadness passed through his eyes.
"Because what you are trying to touch is only the reflection of the moon., the real moon is high up in the sky," Nadeshiko smiled gently and pointed at the full moon. "It is so far away from us that it is almost impossible for us to reach it, and that is what that makes it beautiful. Do you still want it, Touya?"
"Yes." A determined expression replaced the sadness, and he stretched out his arm towards the moon in the water. "But it keeps breaking once I try to touch it. Does it detest me so much?"
"No, it just doesn't know how to be touched without getting broken. If you can reach the real moon, the one in the sky, then it would not shatter. But when you finally reach it, you would discover its other side, the side without the sun shining on it, and it is not as beautiful as you think. Would you still want it?"
"I like the moon, I like everything about it, even the face I could not see. Because it is the moon, I will definitely like it."
"And because Touya is Touya, the moon will definitely like Touya."
As the night got deeper and deeper, Touya cast one last longing glance at the moon, both the one in the sky and the one in the water, before going back to the mansion.
That night, the moon glowed brighter than ever, illuminating the peaceful face of a boy as he fell asleep.
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Which side are you on? The side in the water, with the reflection, or the side in the sky? What is it that separates them? The thin surface of the water, or the solid surface of a mirror? What if we want to cross that obstacle, to each the other side?
The glass breaks with a crash, and the reflection is destroyed forever. The water breaks with ripples, but will always join together, and the reflection is trapped forever. Why is it so hard, to touch something that is supposed to be one? Is it because they live in different worlds?
Humans are in neither world. The reflection is only an illusion that cannot be touched. The real thing is too far away that cannot be reached. Will the wish of the little boy ever come true?
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Touya wakes up. Flashes of the dream still linger in his mind. It is too surreal, but he has no idea what it means. Why does such a distant memory suddenly comes to the top o f his mind? He has a vague feeling that it is trying to give him some hints. What I s frustrating is that he totally does not get the hints.
He gives an agitated growl and decides to ignore the dream. No point using up all your brain cells on something that has not even happened in real life. The moon . . . the reflection . . .
Subconsciously he looks out of the window, into the sky. It is dawn, so only a ghost of the moon still hangs in the sky, almost as faint as any passing cloud. It sort of reminds him of the colour of Yukito's hair.
Speaking of Yukito, he had better hurry up, or he will be late meeting him at the lane with sakura tress.
The moon . . . the reflection . . .