Author's Note: I worked really hard on this chapter…trust me, this was not the easiest. With help from my beta-readers, this couldn't be possible. Well, Sakura's gonna be in a situation where there are instant connections. I hope that you guys like this. Review!
Chapter 3: The Kind Prince—The Shrewd Advisor
Tomoyo and Sakura quickly stood up on their feet. Although their gowns their gowns were covered with dirt and grass stains, they still managed to bow respectively to the prince and his advisor.
Sakura had to admit that Tomoyo was right on numerous things. Indeed that both of the boys were handsome; however, the prince appearance made Sakura think for a while. It was as if she met him before, now that she remembers a boy with chestnut hair in her drams. His bangs concealed his eyes as he gave her a powerful item encrusted with jewels.
When she back to her conscious state, Sakura looked into the prince's soft chocolate eyes and she felt drawn to them. She felt like a magnet attracted to light. The prince's skin was slightly tan, free of any blemishes. He seemed to be the ideal man—tall, lean, and cut with a small grin plastered upon his thin lips.
Red tints left a train on Sakura's cheeks as she coyly stared. The prince seemed a bit older than her, maybe by a year or so. His satin green and white robes were evident of his superiority in the kingdom. Sakura noticed an item hanging about his neck. It looked like a broach with a foreign symbol, but Sakura never recalled seeing it in her dream.
Strangely enough, the prince looked exactly identical to the mysterious boy in her dreams.
And beside him, there was his advisor dressed in dark robes. His pale skin coordinated his handsome countenance. His clear spectacles rimmed his sapphire blue eyes. Just like Tomoyo have said, they were mysterious, odd in a sense though. The boy seemed about the same age as the prince and was equally as tall. He was free of all blemishes with a lean and cut body.
Sakura looked down at her fingers. Her heart was beating fast, as she constantly prayed not to cause embarrassment upon herself. She glanced over at Tomoyo, who was slightly fidgeting. Her amethyst eyes tried to escape the gaze of the sapphire blue eyes the advisor possessed. He too seemed too handsome to resist.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, prince Syaoran." Tomoyo said. She was still fidgeting. Her bottom lip quivered. "I was so caught up in tending the gardens I was unaware that you've returned."
The boy grinned. "There is no need to apologize, Tomoyo. I am always so sure that you've been up and about to your duties. How can I blame you for doing your job?"
Tomoyo smiled sheepishly. "Well, I've always taken my duty as an attendant seriously. Making sure you and your family are pleased is my major concern."
The prince, Syaoran chuckled. "And the duties you complete are always well done. By the way," He glanced over at Sakura. "Would you care to introduce me to her, Tomoyo?"
"Oh, this is Sakura Kinomoto. As you see, she was helping me tend the garden." Tomoyo replied.
Sakura smiled. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. Tomoyo certainly told me a lot about you."
He chuckled again. "I hope she's a good reference. I would hate to have a bad name on my plate."
Sakura laughed at his humor. "She spoke very highly of you. I can you assure that."
Eriol need invited himself in the conversation. He grabbed Sakura's left hand and placed a soft kiss on it. "I am also pleased to meet you, lady Sakura. My name is Eriol and I am Syaoran's advisor."
"It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Master Eriol. Tomoyo has told me quite a few things about you as well." Sakura said, smiling.
Sakura then looked beside Tomoyo. She was staring down at her feet, with her fingers intertwining. Sakura wondered why Tomoyo was so timid. She was never that way before when those two met. She then looked at Eriol with a charming smile on his lips. She was thinking that she might've developed an infatuation for him, or perhaps not…whatever the cause was, Tomoyo was quivering. Her cheeks were flushing as though she tried to retrain calm and casual.
"Look at me." Tomoyo glanced down at her dirty gown. "I am filthy all over. I shall come back with a fresh new gown. Sakura, I shall bring you a new one as well." She said, and casually walked off.
Eriol watched her walk distantly walk back to the castle. Sakura glanced at them. "Maybe I should go with her."
Before Sakura could leave, Syaoran gently grabbed her wrist. Sakura stopped in her tracks and looked at him inquisitively. Her cheeks were turning that rosy red. She was almost feeling the way Tomoyo felt—very timid. It was probably the way he looked at her. However, his eyes remained unemotional even though he was grinning at her. It wasn't a devious grin, but perhaps a soft and gentle one.
"Yes, prince Syaoran?" Sakura asked. Her voice almost got caught up in her throat.
"You seem very mysterious to me. I want to know a little more about you." He said. He let her wrist go.
"What is it that you want to know?" She asked.
"I've met strangers a few times in my life. However, never did I meet anyone with no recollection of her past. That's such a mystery to me. It makes me even more curious about you."
Sakura's eyes widened as she mentally questioned how he would know. Syaoran recognized the look on her face. "If you're concerned how I would know this, my mother told me earlier."
She then looked at her shoes. A small blush crept upon her plump cheeks. Her arms were fidgeting, too embarrassed to look at the superior prince. "Why are you timid? Are you in fear of me?" He asked.
Hearing the prince's question, Sakura shook her head furiously out of nervousness, then with a hint of shyness still lingering. Timidly, she replied, "N-no Prince Syaoran. I have no reason to fear you." Unaware of it, her eyes are still planted to the ground. "Please, excuse me…" She bowed greatly.
Sakura mentally scolded herself for being so timorous, and unable to control her fidgeting. What is the matter with me? Why am I acting this way? I have no reason to…or is it? Her races yet again, causing her cheeks to turn rosy. In an attempt to cover up, she says something aloud without thinking. "I am not aware of my past, but for some time, I have been aware of something…my dreams have shown me a person…one that feels familiar. I cannot explain it but…" She looks up at him shyly. "This person…the one in my dreams I mean…reminds me of you, Prince Syaoran."
Syaoran raised an eyebrow. "A dream? Please enlighten me."
"There was a boy and he was giving me something. It looked a sword embellished with jewels. The moment I held it, I knew it was filled with great power and magic. However, I never learned his name, except his face. But even with his face, it was still a mystery to me."
Syaoran seemed interested. "How odd that you dream of a boy and barely have recollection of his appearance."
"His hair concealed his eyes. How I was supposed to know what he looked like? Everything else in my dream is vague to me. I just remember him saying that only I could save the world. I asked for his name and he didn't answer me. I am unsure if it's by the works of fate, or just a mere coincidence, but you certainly resemble that boy."
The prince couldn't help but become more curious about this dream, and its connection not only to him, but perhaps to something much greater. Dreams have been known to become windows into much greater things, such as the past, future, or other connections to the working world around them.
His gentle eyes met hers. Reassuringly, Syaoran then said, "It cannot be certain what this might mean or what will become of it, but you should never be fearful of speaking with me. Perhaps, after some time, we may come to find out what your dreams are trying to tell you."
"This is the first time I dreamed about something like that. I doubt I'll have another dream like that again."
"Perhaps you may be right, but fate always had strange ways sending messages." Eriol said. "I always told that things happen for a reason. Instead of worrying and questioning, seek it. Fate might just give you the answers you want."
"How do I know where to start?" Sakura asked. She blinked her eyes like a curious toddler.
With a simple nod, Eriol replied, "That will most likely become apparent to you when the time is right."
Sakura sighed in hidden frustration. She spoke softly to herself, "But that time seems to be out of reach. If I know nothing else about my past, should I at least find out why this happening and it's meaning? It could give me some clues about myself and…"
Her word died away until it could be only heard within her own mind. And that if that boy…truly is Prince Syaoran…
Sakura sighed. They could be right, and she knows that fate talks to her in so many different and mysterious ways. She looked up and smiled. "You could be right." She said, looking down at the precious star-shaped key.
Then she looked up at Syaoran and Eriol. "I only know of my name and my destiny. As you said, Eriol, maybe when the time is right, fate could open up to my past—or perhaps reveal more of my destiny." She exhaled. "But I will talk to you again soon, Prince Syaoran, and Sir Eriol."
Sakura bowed respectably and carried on her way to the castle.
Syaoran and Eriol stared at the girl distantly. Eriol's grins turned into his famous mysterious smile. His eyes held an odd glint as if he knew something was about to happen.
"That Sakura Kinomoto is one interesting character." He told Syaoran.
Syaoran nodded his head. "I couldn't agree more. There is more to her than meets the eye." And he was right.
Author's Note: Wow…over 4 pages long. The reason why they're so short is because I'm trying to save disk space and I'm limited so yea…but continue to read for me please! And review! Review! See you in the next chapter!
