The next morning Sakura awoke in a hut made of branches
and leaves. Sunlight poured in through a hole in the roof and other small
cracks.
She sat up on the bed that she had been laying on and
found that she wasn't wearing the clothes that she had on yesterday. Instead,
she was wearing a dress made of deerskin and moccasins had been laid on
the floor for her.
As she was putting the shoes on, the flap over the door
was pushed aside as a plump Indian woman walked in with a bowl in one hand
and a piece of some kind of bread in the other.
"Good morning," she said with a distinct accent, "Would
you like something to eat?"
"Sure," Sakura said timidly as the woman handed her the
food.
"Um, if you don't mind me asking, where am I?" Sakura
asked.
"You are in my village. I am Clivet. My tribe is called
the Arrows and is known among all Indians as the tribe with the fiercest
warriors," the woman answered.
"Why am I here though?"
"That I cannot answer. If you are not the one, then you
will be taken back to wherever you came from," Clivet replied.
When Clivet answered the last question, Sakura felt sorrow
wash over her as she thought of her dad and brother and what happened to
them.
"How is it that you can speak my language?" Sakura asked.
"I am the tribe translator and I'm here to teach you our
language," she explained, "Lessons start now."
It took Sakura a period of two years, one month, and a
day to learn the language of the Indians. During that time, she also learned
how to sew deerskin, make moccasins, and cook certain foods. Sakura also
noticed that the men were hardly ever around and whenever they were, new
girls would be with them.
One evening Sakura was sent to get some water from the
stream. As she was walking back, an arrow whizzed by and struck the tree
standing a couple feet away from her.
She whipped her head around to the direction where the
arrow had come from and saw a figure in the bushes.
"Who are you?" she asked demandingly.
The figure stepped forward and Sakura saw what he looked
like. Tall, muscular, ruffled brown hair, and intense amber eyes.
"Why do you want to know?" he asked challengingly.
"That arrow almost hit me! I could gotten seriously injured
or even dead. Now tell me who you are!" Sakura yelled.
"The girl has courage. Not everyone would talk to the
future tribe leader that way," Syaoran thought to himself.
"Well?" Sakura asked.
"I am Syaoran," he answered, waiting to see the surprise
on her face. He saw none.
"Well, Syaoran, I would advise you to watch where you
shoot. I have to go." And with that Sakura picked up her water buckets
and walked away.
Syaoran watched as she walked away and went over to the
tree to retrieve his arrow.
"Wait a minute, I forgot to ask who she was!" he
thought to himself, "There's something about her, like as if we were
destined to meet. That's it! I mean, she's it! I have to tell mother!"
Syaoran ran back to his hut to tell his mother about the
girl he'd met today and that he'd found her, the chosen one.
Well, that's all for now. I promise I'll type the next
chapter as soon as i get back from vacation. Don't forget to review! If
you have any additional questions, e-mail me at ordhan_415@hotmail.com
