Here's the first chapter to my new story!
What War Does By ms. evil
Tears come from the eyes; they are used to wash away dirt or unfamiliar objects in your eyes. But have you ever felt sad or happy and feel water brimming your eyes? Yes, sometimes you see happy tears and sad tears but what Tomoyo saw everyday, were tears of pain.
When she walks the stone paths of the villages to recruit new soldiers she sees families cry in pain as their loved ones leave them. She also saw little kids abandoned in the streets crying. She never knew why people cried for the only emotion she knew of was happiness, taught to her from her best friend Sakura.
When there were no battles to be fought, or studying to be done, Tomoyo would lie in her bed thinking. Why do people cry? Tears are only drops of clear, salty liquid that comes from your eyes, or at least that was what Tomoyo had thought.
One day she was sitting in the library looking up into the skies.
"Mistress Daidouji?"
"What is it Terada?" Tomoyo said staring blankly at the heavens above.
"Queen Kinomoto wants to see you," Terada replied.
Tomoyo sighed, she could never get ten minutes to herself, " Tell her I'm coming," she said still staring at the sky. Terada nodded and walked out. After watching a few clouds drift away Tomoyo got up and walked out of the room.
Sakura sat in her golden throne awaiting the arrival of the ebony haired sorceress, growing impatient she yelled at the guards around her.
"What is taking so long!" she yelled at them when suddenly the mahogany doors opened.
"So, why did you call me here today?" Tomoyo asked carrying her staff. Sakura had always admired that staff, made of silver and crystal with small sapphires embedded into the handle, while a large violet orb sat at the top. Intricate designs weaved through the gems making it even more elegant. But the funny thing was it never got scratched or broken during battle, 'Must be magic,' Sakura thought.
"Yes, Tomoyo another battle will be held in the village of Coneant," Sakura said.
"Why would we want a village?" Tomoyo asked. Normally they would fight for large wealthy cities.
"That village has very fertile lands and the best crops around," Sakura answered her emerald eyes looking at her best friend.
"Whenever you're ready," Tomoyo said shrugging, so what if that stupid village had good crops, in fact this whole war was pretty stupid.
"Troops will be leaving in three hours, and you'll be leading them," Sakura said leaning back in her throne.
Tomoyo bowed and walked out of the room. 'There she goes, off to another chance where she might die,' Sakura thought watching her friend leave.
*Meanwhile*
"You call this food! This is only fit for the peasants!" King Syaoran, or Li, hissed at the cook.
"Oh come on Syaoran, it's not that bad," Syaoran's best friend and sorcerer said.
"Go back to learning spells or something," Syaoran spat. Tomoyo's only rival in the terms of magic stood before Syaoran, staff in hand.
"Besides Eriol, you have a battle to get to. The village of Coneant, now go," he added. The blue haired sorcerer nodded and left. Syaoran sat in the chair and watched him leave.
And strangely enough the two rulers thought the same thing at the exact same time. 'I will win this war, I do have the strongest sorcerer/sorceress of all time on my side.'
*On the battlefield*
Tomoyo smelt the stench of rotting flesh all around her. 'The others must have already been here,' she thought looking at the small wood houses burn to the ground. Suddenly a cry was heard behind her. Turning around she saw the enemy attacking them.
Turning her staff into a sword she attacked. Slicing a soldiers head off she saw allies of hers drop to the ground. 'They've gotten stronger,' she thought as she dodged an attack.
Blood stained her robes as the fight went on. Changing the sword to a bow and arrow she pierced the hearts of many, literally. She felt someone coming at her barely missing it she got a thin cut to the face; she then used an arrow and stabbed the person.
She flew into the air and shot even more people, with the ability to sense the difference between her allies and foes only made her accuracy even better.
After setting a mob on fire she noticed a sort of sun shaped staff in the crowd below, that's when she sensed magic being used. 'Who would have magic other then me?' she thought flying closer to the staff.
Suddenly a shot of pain pierced her left arm. She screamed in pain as she landed on the ground she then killed the person who had shot her, using only one arm to defend herself Tomoyo fought her way to the staff, letting her magic slowly heal her arm.
Getting tired Eriol decided to end this quickly, creating a shield around him he recited a spell.
Tomoyo felt a spell being used, she made a shield around her just to be safe. In a flash of light every person around her disappeared. Surprised she looked around spotting one other survivor.
Eriol sighed, the village now belonged to his king, even though many lives of their own men were sacrificed. Looking around to insure his victory he spotted someone, alive, and to make it even more interesting it was a girl.
Tomoyo couldn't believe it, that person had actually survived a spell like that? Unexpectedly he popped up in front of her. She was stunned but regained her senses and put her staff up to his neck, transforming it into a sword.
Eriol felt the cold steel press against his neck as he watched the staff change. He smirked, "So you must be the almighty sorceress of the north," he said.
"And I'm assuming you're the sorcerer of the south," Tomoyo said coldly.
"You assumed correctly," Eriol said in an icier tone. They could feel each other's energy levels, they were low but still strong. In rapid motion his sun staff was brought to her neck. Tomoyo could feel the sharpness of the thing and she knew he meant business.
"So are you going to kill me or what?" she challenged.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Eriol replied.
Tomoyo scowled at him, this was a standoff, neither of them would win. They could either die or walk away with nothing.
The bitter smell of blood filled surrounded them. Looking into each other's eyes they both saw the same amount of hate they had for each other. Arch rivals that had never met, rivals that could tear worlds apart with just a wave of their hands and a few simple words.
"I'm going to challenge you," Tomoyo said.
"Excuse me?" Eriol asked, "Challenge me to what, a game of dress up?"
"Shut up you stupid excuse for a sorcerer. I challenge you to a dual. We will settle this once and for all," Tomoyo replied really hating his guts right now.
Eriol took a few steps back, "I have no time to play little games with girls," he said, then disappeared.
Anger built up in Tomoyo, "Who are you calling a girl!" she shouted into the air, then disappeared back to her kingdom.
When Eriol appeared back in his room he felt something running down his neck. Curious he touched his hand to it, blood. That sorceress's blade had cut him. Suddenly a clean piece of paper fell into his hands.
I do not play dress up.
A/N: So do you like it? I felt so tempted to write up a chapter one for this story! So I will say it again, if you want me to continue this story review. Or I will be forced to discontinue it. Hahahah just kidding, but please review anyways.
What War Does By ms. evil
Tears come from the eyes; they are used to wash away dirt or unfamiliar objects in your eyes. But have you ever felt sad or happy and feel water brimming your eyes? Yes, sometimes you see happy tears and sad tears but what Tomoyo saw everyday, were tears of pain.
When she walks the stone paths of the villages to recruit new soldiers she sees families cry in pain as their loved ones leave them. She also saw little kids abandoned in the streets crying. She never knew why people cried for the only emotion she knew of was happiness, taught to her from her best friend Sakura.
When there were no battles to be fought, or studying to be done, Tomoyo would lie in her bed thinking. Why do people cry? Tears are only drops of clear, salty liquid that comes from your eyes, or at least that was what Tomoyo had thought.
One day she was sitting in the library looking up into the skies.
"Mistress Daidouji?"
"What is it Terada?" Tomoyo said staring blankly at the heavens above.
"Queen Kinomoto wants to see you," Terada replied.
Tomoyo sighed, she could never get ten minutes to herself, " Tell her I'm coming," she said still staring at the sky. Terada nodded and walked out. After watching a few clouds drift away Tomoyo got up and walked out of the room.
Sakura sat in her golden throne awaiting the arrival of the ebony haired sorceress, growing impatient she yelled at the guards around her.
"What is taking so long!" she yelled at them when suddenly the mahogany doors opened.
"So, why did you call me here today?" Tomoyo asked carrying her staff. Sakura had always admired that staff, made of silver and crystal with small sapphires embedded into the handle, while a large violet orb sat at the top. Intricate designs weaved through the gems making it even more elegant. But the funny thing was it never got scratched or broken during battle, 'Must be magic,' Sakura thought.
"Yes, Tomoyo another battle will be held in the village of Coneant," Sakura said.
"Why would we want a village?" Tomoyo asked. Normally they would fight for large wealthy cities.
"That village has very fertile lands and the best crops around," Sakura answered her emerald eyes looking at her best friend.
"Whenever you're ready," Tomoyo said shrugging, so what if that stupid village had good crops, in fact this whole war was pretty stupid.
"Troops will be leaving in three hours, and you'll be leading them," Sakura said leaning back in her throne.
Tomoyo bowed and walked out of the room. 'There she goes, off to another chance where she might die,' Sakura thought watching her friend leave.
*Meanwhile*
"You call this food! This is only fit for the peasants!" King Syaoran, or Li, hissed at the cook.
"Oh come on Syaoran, it's not that bad," Syaoran's best friend and sorcerer said.
"Go back to learning spells or something," Syaoran spat. Tomoyo's only rival in the terms of magic stood before Syaoran, staff in hand.
"Besides Eriol, you have a battle to get to. The village of Coneant, now go," he added. The blue haired sorcerer nodded and left. Syaoran sat in the chair and watched him leave.
And strangely enough the two rulers thought the same thing at the exact same time. 'I will win this war, I do have the strongest sorcerer/sorceress of all time on my side.'
*On the battlefield*
Tomoyo smelt the stench of rotting flesh all around her. 'The others must have already been here,' she thought looking at the small wood houses burn to the ground. Suddenly a cry was heard behind her. Turning around she saw the enemy attacking them.
Turning her staff into a sword she attacked. Slicing a soldiers head off she saw allies of hers drop to the ground. 'They've gotten stronger,' she thought as she dodged an attack.
Blood stained her robes as the fight went on. Changing the sword to a bow and arrow she pierced the hearts of many, literally. She felt someone coming at her barely missing it she got a thin cut to the face; she then used an arrow and stabbed the person.
She flew into the air and shot even more people, with the ability to sense the difference between her allies and foes only made her accuracy even better.
After setting a mob on fire she noticed a sort of sun shaped staff in the crowd below, that's when she sensed magic being used. 'Who would have magic other then me?' she thought flying closer to the staff.
Suddenly a shot of pain pierced her left arm. She screamed in pain as she landed on the ground she then killed the person who had shot her, using only one arm to defend herself Tomoyo fought her way to the staff, letting her magic slowly heal her arm.
Getting tired Eriol decided to end this quickly, creating a shield around him he recited a spell.
Tomoyo felt a spell being used, she made a shield around her just to be safe. In a flash of light every person around her disappeared. Surprised she looked around spotting one other survivor.
Eriol sighed, the village now belonged to his king, even though many lives of their own men were sacrificed. Looking around to insure his victory he spotted someone, alive, and to make it even more interesting it was a girl.
Tomoyo couldn't believe it, that person had actually survived a spell like that? Unexpectedly he popped up in front of her. She was stunned but regained her senses and put her staff up to his neck, transforming it into a sword.
Eriol felt the cold steel press against his neck as he watched the staff change. He smirked, "So you must be the almighty sorceress of the north," he said.
"And I'm assuming you're the sorcerer of the south," Tomoyo said coldly.
"You assumed correctly," Eriol said in an icier tone. They could feel each other's energy levels, they were low but still strong. In rapid motion his sun staff was brought to her neck. Tomoyo could feel the sharpness of the thing and she knew he meant business.
"So are you going to kill me or what?" she challenged.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Eriol replied.
Tomoyo scowled at him, this was a standoff, neither of them would win. They could either die or walk away with nothing.
The bitter smell of blood filled surrounded them. Looking into each other's eyes they both saw the same amount of hate they had for each other. Arch rivals that had never met, rivals that could tear worlds apart with just a wave of their hands and a few simple words.
"I'm going to challenge you," Tomoyo said.
"Excuse me?" Eriol asked, "Challenge me to what, a game of dress up?"
"Shut up you stupid excuse for a sorcerer. I challenge you to a dual. We will settle this once and for all," Tomoyo replied really hating his guts right now.
Eriol took a few steps back, "I have no time to play little games with girls," he said, then disappeared.
Anger built up in Tomoyo, "Who are you calling a girl!" she shouted into the air, then disappeared back to her kingdom.
When Eriol appeared back in his room he felt something running down his neck. Curious he touched his hand to it, blood. That sorceress's blade had cut him. Suddenly a clean piece of paper fell into his hands.
I do not play dress up.
A/N: So do you like it? I felt so tempted to write up a chapter one for this story! So I will say it again, if you want me to continue this story review. Or I will be forced to discontinue it. Hahahah just kidding, but please review anyways.