Prologue
He knew at his current state, he couldn't possibly win against the Sai Clan, not alone. He needed more magic, and hadn't his mother told him exactly where to go to get that? And if he ever wanted to see her, his mother, again, his only hope left was that the strange power of which his mother spoke would be able to accomplish what he himself, could not, to turn back time, so he could save her and the rest.
That was why 13 year old Shaoran had come back to Tomoeda. To obtain the power his mother had told him about years ago. Why hadn't he gotten the cards when she had told him about them? He remembered coming to Tomoeda once before. His memory had been sketchy about the events around that time. He tried hard to remember what had prevented him from finding the illustrious Clow cards when his mother told him about them 3 years ago. Had it been because of the clan's attack? Was he not willing to leave his family? Was that the reason he hadn't completed the task his mother assigned to him? He couldn't remember at all. All he knew was he regretted the decision not to get them when he had the chance. Now he would go there, to the place he was told so few years ago. He didn't have long, the Sai Clan was getting more powerful by the minute, their ambitions coming closer into reach than anything else. Now that he was back….now he would do what he couldn't before, the last time he was in Tomoeda. However just because one forgets the past, does not mean it didn't happen. She would still be there always until the day he returned, waiting for him.
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Chapter 1: The Return
Shaoran rested his head on his knees in front of himself. His headaches had become worse lately, leaving him unable to concentrate properly. It wouldn't be long before his plane landed, and he would be closer yet to his destination. "We will now begin our descent Estimated time of arrival…." the rest was lost to Shaoran who drifted off to sleep.
"Excuse me" Shaoran felt someone pushing his arm and slowly opened his eye. The flight attendant smiled at him. "We're here now. Everyone's already gotten off"
"Oh! Sorry" he said turning a bit red and quickly gathering his things. Shaoran had less trouble than he thought he would understanding what everyone was saying. He thought simply learning Japanese wouldn't be as easy to put into practice when he finally got to Japan, but it seemingly came like second nature to him.
He let out a sigh of relief when he finally reached the address of the house in Tomodea that he had stayed in. He'd found the address before he left from some letters his mother had apparently sent him while he was there. Reading them confused him. The contents didn't seem to make sense. So seemingly implied that he had cards of his own, but he was sure that was never the case. He looked upon the house. There was something nostalgic about but he could only remember a few things about living there. He brought his belongings in and laid down on the closest couch. Exhausted from the days trip, he fell into an uneasy sleep.
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Shaoran was running, running as fast as his legs would carry though the darkness, but it seemed his pursuer would catch him any moment, no matter where he ran he couldn't escape it. He turned his head hoping to see how far away it was, but all he could see was the ongoing darkness.
"Didn't I tell you before, when you fall asleep, we can find you?" A menacing voice asked seemingly out of nowhere.
Shaoran kept running trying to ignore the voice.
"It matters not where you run, or how hard you try, it's just a matter of time"
Shaoran's foot steps echoed through the silent darkness, until suddenly he felt his feet unable to move. He looked down at them to see them being engulfed by the darkness that surrounded him. He fought desperately to free himself.
The voice laughed seeing him struggle against it. "Why fight it? After all, your already ours. "
The darkness continued to eclipse his body, until he was unable to see, unable to breathe.
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Shaoran sat bolt upright, almost falling off the couch he'd been sleeping on. His shirt stuck to him coated in a layer of sweat. He put his hand to his forehead, the strong headache from before gradually receding. He shakily stood up and looked out the window. He'd have to find the cards and fast. Before they found him.