A/N: How long has it been since I posted...? But to those who actually waited, thank you. I am extremely sorry for stopping there, but I had a bit of a Writer's Block. Well, here's the story!

Sakura woke up and stretched. She winched as a slight pain shot between her legs. She rubbed her sore legs and slipped out of bed. She went into the shower and washed herself off. She breathed in the stem and felt the heat go through her nose. When she came out, she saw Syaoran still sleeping. She smiled and quickly dressed. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans, a red tanktop, and a pair of brown high heel boots. She saw Syaoran stir in his sleep. She smiled and rubbed his head.

"Go back to sleep." Sakura slipped out of the room after pocketing her cards. She came face-to-face with Yelan. "Yelan-sama." She bowed her head.

Yelan smiled and cupped Sakura's chin with her hand. "Raise your head. I have something to discuss with you."

Sakura followed Yelan to her room. The room was different from the others. For some reason, Sakura felt a tremendous amount of magic in the air, floating around like dust.

Sakura turned to Yelan. "What is this room?"

Yelan smiled sadly. "My late husband's bedroom." She turned to Sakura. "My dear, can you feel the magic floating around?"

Sakura nodded. "It is very strong. But…" Sakura stopped.

Yelan smiled. "I know. The magic is disappearing." Her eyes turned sad. "It's natural. Nothing in this world can last forever. Not even magic. Unless…" Yelan turned to Sakura. "Unless it has another medium to reside in."

Sakura stepped back. "I can't possibly!" She shook her head. "This magic is passed down by Your generation. I can't just take th-"

Yelan interrupted her. "Then marry my son. He does make you happy, right?"

Sakura blushed and stuttered on her words. "W-we're only 17! We can't possibly get married now!"

Yelan laughed at the blushing girl. "Well. I suppose I can wait a year." She waved to the air. "But I don't believe the magic would wait for you." She smiled. "Just take it. Worry about the future later."

Sakura looked at her worriedly. "I…"

Yelan smacked her on the waist. "Just take it."

Sakura reluctantly said yes. She took out her pendant and it turned into her staff. "Come. Magic of the descent of Clow. I, Sakura Kinomoto, will be your new host." The specks of magic flew towards Sakura. One by one, they all disappeared within her. When she was done, she sighed. "Rest assure, I will take care of this magic."

Yelan smiled. "I know you will." Her smile widened. "Now. Let's go into the dining hall for some breakfast before we discuss the wedding." She silently laughed at Sakura's bewildered face.

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Yelan called to her son. "Syaoran-kun."

The table looked at her. "Yes, mother?" Syaoran asked.

"How would you feel by marrying Sakura-san?" Yelan asked bluntly.

The table choked on the sudden question. Syaoran was the first to recover. "Mother. What are you talking about? We're only 17."

Yelan snorted. "Who cares about age? I want a grandchildren before I pass."

Sakura drank some water. "Yelan-sama. Must this question be brought up now?"

Yelan stared at her. "If not now, when?" She turned to her son and smiled. "So, Syaoran. Yes or no?"

Syaoran blushed furiously. "Mother. Not now."

Yelan clapped her hands. "I'll take that is a yes and start planning for the wedding."

"Y-Yelan-sama…"

A/N:This one was much shorter than the other. But I'm planning to end the story soon. Well! Isn't this fun! Syaoran and Sakura would be getting married! Will it be a happy couple for the two? Who knows? Well, keep in touch!