Somewhere Between Time and Space

by kakiyoka

[MedievalFantasyAU] One fateful day, Sakura, a novice spirit-mage, rescued a near-death boy, who claimed to remember nothing but his name: Li Syaoran. That time, little did she know that his real identity would reveal the world's darkest secrets. Would their encounter ignite an unquenchable tragedy, or would it give birth to a miracle unlike anything the world had ever seen?

1. Prelude

Somewhere Between Time and Space

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Genre: Medieval Fantasy, Adventure, Suspense, Slow Burn Romance, Drama, Friendship

Pairing: Sakura x Syaoran

Rating: T (strong language, violence, blood and mild gore)

Loosely based on PMD2 or Pokemon Mystery Dungeon 2 (Explorers of Darkness/Time/Sky) spiced with some new twists and original sub-plots.

This fic includes graphic violence of a physical nature. Please read at own risk. Where triggers may apply, readers will be notified at the top page of that chapter, and a list of trigger warnings will be provided at the bottom page of the same chapter to avoid spoilers.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura nor Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

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Prelude

The world lost gravity. Everything went black.

Then came a voice. Trying to make sense of it was futile. This bleak, unnerving static buzz had been a constant refrain in my ears. That I hadn't gone deaf or insane was a mystery.

I was drifting in a never-ending abyss. The cold paralysed me. An invisible force whirled me down, sucking me to death. I waved my hands and reached nothing. I gasped for air and gulped brine. I writhed against the current and crashed into the seabed.

A part of me was hoping that Suiryuu would come to rescue me like it always did; and I hated it.

It was frustrating to be this powerless.

The world lost gravity for the second time. Everything went silent.

And then I could hear again. This time, the sky roared. The ocean raged. The weather cried. I dared myself to peek. Flashes of purple lightning bolted across clouds. The wind howled and thunder boomed one after another. Incessant droplets were falling down from the heavens.

Everything was scary and beautiful at the same time. Could you believe it? It was raining.

The lashing tears from the sky stung my face, trickled into my mouth, and I tasted something familiar at the back of my palate—the metallic tang of fresh blood. Waves of regret swept over me. The gods, His Highness Fate, or whoever ruling this world must be laughing out loud at my naiveté right now.

She was right. There was no way we could put an end to our hideous world unless I killed that psycho bitch.

...Huh?

What the heck was I talking about?

Why should I kill who?

Somehow, my memory wouldn't cope. Neither would my rationale. And my entire body felt like a total crap. Things couldn't be worse than this. But as pain became numb and haze came to vision, fear gripped my mind.

That was it. I was dying.

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Oh well.

At least I was dying in the rain.

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Wait.

What?

Why did dying in the rain matter anyway?