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The wolf

He was drifting. Soaring through the night sky. Swimming in a dark and deep ocean. He surfaced from the black water landing on warm, disembodied sand. His hands tried to grasp onto the disintegrated rocks but the grains of sand slipped through his fingers with ease. He lifted his head and scanned his surroundings.

He was surrounded by sparkling black sea and trees of the deepest green. He must be on an island, a deserted island. He stood up, using his sword to steady himself. He looked to the side. Hien was tied to his side. A... sword? He asked himself. He had no weapon, to his knowledge.

He started to walk, the hot sand burning his feet. He walked into the forest of trees that had surrounded him. He walked for a little bit, then found an ancient relic. It had inscriptions that must have been the writing of any humans that had lived in this place. He knelt down, running his fingers along the writing.

Only those who have been lost can enter here, if they seek refuge and shelter. The guardians of Lidream wish you luck, and have food, drink and shelter for your use. On the bottom, was a group of symbols. A flame, a lightning bolt, a leaf, a teardrop, swirls and a group of icicles all in a circle, forming a perfect ring around the symbol in the middle. A loop and twisted rope. The bond of friendship and love. He ran his finger across the carved rope, following it's symbol. And dreams. He swirled his finger with the loop.

He stood up, and walked forward. Along the way, he saw the weirdest types of creatures. Swans that were a mixture of white and yellow, blue wolves and walking leaves. They played around, some dancing in the little spots of sunlight that penetrated the trees.

His foot hit a rock and he went flying through the air, crashing to ground as water rushed over him, catching him in it's wave. He sat, up, his clothes dripping. He was in a lake, rocks surrounding it, making it a circle of water.

A creature came up to him. It was in the shape of a wolf with a horn, the crimson and yellow of it's fur giving it the illusion that it was on fire.

It stared at Syaoran. Who are you? Syaoran gasped and looked straight into the creatures eyes. The wolf like being had not moved it's mouth, but Syaoran could here it's words ever so clearly in his head. The wolf put it's nose to Syaoran's chest.

Syaoran felt as if his body was opening, like his chest had disappeared. The wolf slowly evaporated into Syaoran's body, leaving Syaoran staring at thin air in shock. He fell to the bottom of the lake, hitting his head on the rocks at the bottom.

He was running. From what, he didn't know. But he could only feel that it was something terrible. He couldn't feel the ground, but he could here his footsteps echoing in the blackness of the world that he was in.

He fell, unable to keep on going. He turned around. The water demon was coming closer and closer, it's blue hair shimmering. It was right there. Right in front of him. Then a wolf of fire came bounding out of his chest and fought off the demon. He sighed in relief. "Thank you," he whispered. He put his arms around the wolf. The wolf had a coat of complete fire, burning Syaoran. But to him, the fire was a comfort. No problem.

He was back in the lake. "That... was you?" Syaoran asked. The beast came out of Syaoran in a swirl of flame. We have been together ever since you were born. In another world, My counterpart was called a 'kudan'. When you came to that world, he joined up with you, just as I did. "Who are you?" Syaoran asked. I... We are called many things. Guardians, mainly. "Like on the relic!" Syaoran exclaimed. The wolf nodded.

All in this world can use magic. You don't come from this world, no one except from the creatures were actually born in this world. But, you are still an inhabitant of this world, a native. You, are born of fire. Fire runs around within you with your blood. Therefore, you have a fire guardian.

"But, I'm a creation!" Syaoran exclaimed. No. When you were five, you had your right eye eaten. Syaoran remembered the time he had been running away. With it, was half of your heart. Then, when you were thirteen, your other eye was taken in the same manner. Then, your time was turned back. You were near death, when you disappeared. Kidnapped.

"Do you know why?" Syaoran asked. You always harbored a unique power. No one understood it, or even knew what it was. "Unique... Power?" Syaoran asked. Yes. And you can also see the future in your dreams. Not all of it, but some of it.

"One time I saw a girl. She was coughing blood. And I couldn't see her face, but it felt like I knew her. Then... I was possessed and stabbed Hope," Syaoran said.

Screams rang through the air. Syaoran and the beast turned around. Fire was coming from the forest, consuming the trees, it's smoke blocking out the sun. "Run!" The wolf cried. "But..." Syaoran protested. "Run!" The wolf repeated. Syaoran turned and ran.

He didn't know where he was going. He ran up a hill, which felt strangely familiar. There was a clearing with a view of the whole area. Syaoran noticed that the sea had disappeared. Syaoran looked down. Men attacked the wolf, cutting at it with their swords. "No. Don't hurt him," Syaoran whispered. A tear rolled down his cheek. He could remember some of the thins that had happened.

He was running, the wind catching his hair and clothes. His guardian followed close behind, it's coat of fire glinting in the sun. Finally, the guardian caught up with him, bowling him over. Syaoran laughed, the guardian on his chest. Syaoran ran his hand down the wolf, patting it on the head occasionally.

Syaoran put his hand to his mouth, then squeezed it so that his thumb and forefinger fitted into his mouth. He whistled, the sound piercing the air. The guardian burst into flame, sending the men soaring through the air. The guardian looked up at him, and nodded. Syaoran jumped off the edge of the hill, landing beside his guardian.

Syaoran felt a pain in his shoulder. He spun around to find an archer staring at him. Syaoran looked to his side. An arrow was sticking out of his shoulder, dark red blood dripping down the wood.

The men looked at the two. The small boy with the wolf beside him. They were a majestic sight to all eyes. "Retreat!!" Came the command. Everyone had failed to capture the creatures. The men went soaring back to their own dimension.

Syaoran collapsed to his knees, having hurt his leg from jumping from such a height. Thank you. The wolf said. "It's about time I re- payed you," Syaoran said. The two laughed. Syaoran looked at the wolf as this world started to disappear before his eyes. "Thank you..." Syaoran passed out.

"I can't believe how sneaky those men are. Harming a child."

"They will do anything to get what they want. They won't feel any guilt."

The words scrambled in Syaoran's head, making no sense whatsoever. A cold, wet cloth was on his forehead, and blankets surrounded him. Pain was coming from his shoulder and leg, flooding his mind.

Syaoran slightly opened his eyes. He was blinded by blue sky, the sun peaking through the tall trees. He groaned. Warm hands took away the cloth and were placed on his forehead. "You still have a fever," a woman said. Syaoran looked at her. She had short red hair, amber eyes and light brown skin.

"Where... am I?" Syaoran asked. His voice was weak and feeble, barely recognizable. The lady smiled. "You're in the forest. What is your name?" The lady asked. "Syaoran," he replied. "Syaoran, do you remember anything?" The lady asked. Syaoran closed his eyes. Smoke. Screams. A whistle. Voices. A wolf. Syaoran's eyes snapped open.

"My guardian! Is he alright?" Syaoran asked. "Yes. He's fine. But you didn't answer my question. But I'll take your exclamation as an answer. What element are you?" The lady asked. "Fire," Syaoran replied. The lady smiled. "Same as me!" The lady said. A wolf walked over, it's coat blazing in the sun. "Syaoran, this is my guardian," the lady said. The wolf bowed it's head at Syaoran.

"Listen, Syaoran. You have been injured. Badly. An arrow went right through your shoulder, and your leg is broken. You are going to have to stay here for a while," the lady said. "But... how did I get here? In this world?" Syaoran asked. "Your body isn't here. Only your soul is. Welcome... to Lidream," the lady said. Syaoran gasped. He turned his head. "Lidream," he whispered.

"What is your last name?" The lay asked. She picked up a bowl and dipped the cloth into the water. "Li. Syaoran Li," Syaoran replied. The lady dropped the bowl. "Oh! Please, excuse my clumsiness, your highness," the lady said. Syaoran looked at her. "What? Prince Syaoran... have you forgotten?" The lady asked. Syaoran closed his eyes and nodded.

"My past is fragments now. But... There is one thing I want to ask you. Where can I find my mother?" Syaoran asked. "I'm sorry. But, your mother was murdered a long time ago. Your father too." The lady replied. A tear formed in Syaoran's eye and he turned away from the lady. Why... can't I remember? But... I don't want to remember! I don't! "I'll leave you now," the lady said. She bowed and left, her guardian following her.

Tears rolled down Syaoran's burning face. He quickly wiped them away, but more followed. I can't remember them. And now... They're dead. Syaoran couldn't be bothered to wipe the tears away, so he just let them fall. He watched as the sun disappeared from the gaps in the trees and the sky became flecked with red, purple, blue, yellow, pink and gold. He could see the first star, there all alone. Like me. Syaoran thought as he silently cried himself to sleep.

The lady came back when the moon was high in the sky. She saw the prince curled up in the blankets, his eyes red from crying. She walked over to him and washed his face. His fever was getting worse instead of better, so she got a new cloth, refilled the bowl and dabbed his forehead.

The prince had been through so much, and it wasn't easy to get on this side of the woods. To be in this part, you had to be truly lost. She had lived here for decades, but sometimes the three princes wold come and play here, visit her, and brighten up her world. She had vowed to protect them all, but, not being able to cross through the gate, had failed.

She was a healer, and the prince had been brought to her when his eye had been eaten. She looked at the prince. It must be hard. Living with only half a heart. She thought. The prince's guardian came up to him and pressed his nose to the boy's chest. The prince smiled, obviously comforted by this gesture.

Eleanor sat beside Syaoran's bed, holding his hand as if he would disappear if she let go. Please wake up. Please, please, please wake up. Tears fell from Eleanor's jade eyes, rolling down Syaoran's hand. "Mother can't be dead. She can't be dead," Someone muttered. Eleanor looked up. It had been Syaoran. "Syao? Syao it's alright!" Eleanor said. Syaoran had never mentioned a mother in all the time that they had been traveling. Maybe this was the reason why? "Syao, you're having a nightmare. Wake up!" Eleanor said.

Hope walked in through the door. She looked at Eleanor, and Eleanor nodded. Eleanor stood up, and left the room, shutting the door behind her. Hope glared at Syaoran. He didn't move as her gaze bored into him. "I know what you did. Why did you do that? Why did you give your mind for my life?" Hope exclaimed. Tears were building up in her chocolate brown eyes.

"Idiot. Even without your memories you are still a kind hearted person. You will never change, will you? But you had better wake up, or you'll hurt Eleanor, and everyone else," Hope said. Her tears fell onto Syaoran's cheeks, mixing with his own. Eleanor knocked on the door and came in.

Hope made her tears disappear, leaving no trace. She smiled at Sakura. "Do you want some time alone?" She asked. Hope walked out the door, but Eleanor didn't notice that Hope's finger was bleeding.

Eleanor looked down at Syaoran's face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, some dry, clearly not his. Eleanor turned and looked at the closed door where Hope was a few minutes ago. "Hope," she whispered.

Hope ran, heading for the clearing in the forest. She fell by the rocks beside the lake and buried her face in her hands. She sobbed into her hands, the tears occasionally escaping through the gaps between her fingers. "You had better come back. The others will be distraught if you die. But, please come back. I won't be able to stand it, finally getting close to someone again and then them dying. Please... Come back! Or I'll never forgive you!!" Hope cried in betwe