Prologue
The cold wind blew against my frail, pink skin as I walked through the moonlit forest. It was bitterly cold out, and the wind chill didn't make it any warmer. I didn't care, though; my mind was on other things at the moment. I could never seem to stop and enjoy anything anymore; I guess life is never that peaceful when you're a Clow card. I had just received word from Windy that several more of my fellow Clow cards had been hunted down by the dreaded Clow Mistress. What did that make now, six? I sighed as I sat by the trunk of a particularly dreary-looking Maple tree. I felt so helpless; so weak. If the others couldn't defeat her, what makes me think I could? The fact of the matter was, I couldn't. I, the great Power, was nothing compair to the Clow mistress. I could feel tears beginning to build up in my eyes as I thought about going back to the book of Clow. I could remember clearly the hundreds of years I and the others had spent locked inside that book. I remember how it felt to be blind and deaf, not being able to see, hear, or touch anything. All I could do was think. So I thought, and I thought some more. Entertaining for the first few years, I grant you, but it soon became so incredibly dull that I was almost driven to insanity. I didn't want to go back to that! I would do anything to avoid going back! But the truth was, I WAS going back, whether I liked it or not. I could just sit and wait for her to hunt me down.
I felt a teardrop roll down my cheek. It had been a long time since I had cried, probably a few centuries. Clow Reed created me to be the strongest of the cards, both physically and emotionally. He would be so ashamed of me if he saw me now. I had failed him, just like I had failed everyone else. I dropped my head into my hands and cried some more.
The cold wind blew against my frail, pink skin as I walked through the moonlit forest. It was bitterly cold out, and the wind chill didn't make it any warmer. I didn't care, though; my mind was on other things at the moment. I could never seem to stop and enjoy anything anymore; I guess life is never that peaceful when you're a Clow card. I had just received word from Windy that several more of my fellow Clow cards had been hunted down by the dreaded Clow Mistress. What did that make now, six? I sighed as I sat by the trunk of a particularly dreary-looking Maple tree. I felt so helpless; so weak. If the others couldn't defeat her, what makes me think I could? The fact of the matter was, I couldn't. I, the great Power, was nothing compair to the Clow mistress. I could feel tears beginning to build up in my eyes as I thought about going back to the book of Clow. I could remember clearly the hundreds of years I and the others had spent locked inside that book. I remember how it felt to be blind and deaf, not being able to see, hear, or touch anything. All I could do was think. So I thought, and I thought some more. Entertaining for the first few years, I grant you, but it soon became so incredibly dull that I was almost driven to insanity. I didn't want to go back to that! I would do anything to avoid going back! But the truth was, I WAS going back, whether I liked it or not. I could just sit and wait for her to hunt me down.
I felt a teardrop roll down my cheek. It had been a long time since I had cried, probably a few centuries. Clow Reed created me to be the strongest of the cards, both physically and emotionally. He would be so ashamed of me if he saw me now. I had failed him, just like I had failed everyone else. I dropped my head into my hands and cried some more.