Celeste didn't want to tell any of them about the light that had saved her until she was sure what it was. She only knew that to be in Soren's grasps meant her death. It was only a feeling she had but she was positive that those visions were of her dying, slowly and painfully.
Surprising everyone but Eriol, Yue insisted on taking Celeste home when it became dark. Eriol had been feeling a connection between the two but he didn't think Yue would allow her to breach the ice surrounding his heart. He didn't know if Sakura or anyone else felt the odd connection but he wouldn't say anything to anyone. He didn't think it was anyone's business but his and hers. Of course, if he could find anyway to help them along, he would sure try.
Sakura escorted the group to the door and said goodbye to Eriol and Tomoyo. After they were down the street, she turned to Shaoran and looked into his eyes. They took a few minutes in saying goodbye; a little make-out session before he had to leave.
Sakura reentered her house and leaned her back on the now closed door. She was still worried about Celeste and now the way Yue was acting had her worrying about him. She climbed the stairs to her room, noticing that Kero was already in his drawer, snoring softly, and proceeded to dress for bed.
During the short flight, Celeste lay in Yue's arms as he carried her home. Being this close to him brought back a memory from her vision. She closed her eyes and focused on the warm sensation that she recognized and used her magical senses to pinpoint exactly what it was.
Yue extended a tendril of magic and opened the doors to Celeste's room as he landed on her balcony. He noticed that she had closed her eyes but she had not fallen asleep. He wanted to speak with her more about her vision. She had begun to melt the ice that he had frozen around his heart and he couldn't lose her, not when he wasn't even sure of his feelings.
After Yue opened the balcony with his magic, Celeste's eyes flew open and she gasped. She recognized it now; the silver light from her vision had come from Yue. His magic and the light were the same. He was her only hope of being saved from the evil clutches of that mad man. She had to tell him as long as she didn't want this vision to come true.
Hearing her gasp, Yue looked down and saw her eyes wide open. He set her down on her floor and, only when her feet were firmly planted, he released her and took a step back. He stood there, not knowing where to start when she spoke up.
"Yue, you have to help me." She said, tears leaking from her eyes and running down her cheeks, as she couldn't hold them in any longer.
Yue just looked at her, his eyes practically begging her to continue. His voice had stopped working and couldn't seem to get it started again. He watched as Celeste stepped over to her bed and sat down on the edge. He followed and stood a step away, wanting to give her room to speak but enough that she wouldn't feel cramped.
Celeste didn't let her grief close her throat so she began to tell Yue almost everything, but with a slight revision. "In my vision, Soren takes me someplace and tortures me. He is going to hurt me very badly and, I'm not exactly sure, but I have a feeling that it leads to my death."
Yue watched her closely, his eyes growing wider at the confession. She stopped for a moment, collecting her thoughts and breathing in the sweet air that her lungs craved. Her crying had become harder, and she couldn't hold back now if she wanted to.
"I had another vision in class today. This one was a little different. Soren still hurt me but before he could finish, a bright, silver light shone through the window. It caused him pain and it saved me, I think."
Yue's mind started working when she stopped and he sat beside her on the bed. She turned her head to him and buried her head in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and petted the back of her head, running his hand down her beautiful red hair.
She sniffled and pulled away slightly. She turned her face up to look into his eyes and said, "When you flew me here, I knew that the light from my vision came from you. You might be my only hope to be saved from Soren."
Yue looked back into her eyes and saw the fear and desperation in them. He couldn't look away and just said, "I will save you any way I can. Do you know where he takes you?"
"No, only that it is a large room with a balcony and the light shines from the balcony." She said with a few more tears and her face, once again, buried in his robes.
He held her like that for some time and she eventually wore herself out with her crying. He carefully moved her to the head of the bed and laid her down. He removed her shoes and slid her beneath the blankets on her bed. He pulled the sheets up to her chin and she sighed in contentment. The night would repair the damage crying had done to her face but she still looked so beautiful to him.
As he watched her sleep, the moonlight streaming in through the still open balcony doors, he noticed how her face seemed to glow. The wet streaks marring her cheeks shimmered in the light and only strengthened the look of beauty she possessed. His thoughts wandered to how beautiful she truly was and he wondered how this beauty had come into his heart when he thought no one would ever enter it again.
He lowered his head down and lightly brushed his lips across her forehead. He then stood to his full height and walked out onto the balcony. Spreading his wings, he looked back and whispered, "I will do everything in my power to save you." And with that, he flew off towards home.
As he magically closed the balcony doors, the wind caused a fallen white feather to float up and land on the bed next to the sleeping form of Celeste. She turned over and sighed in her sleep, mumbling to her savior, "Yue . . ."
Soren sat in his throne like chair, a large book in his lap, skimming over the pages. He was snarling every once in a while as he had yet to find what he was looking for. He had been searching for days through all of his books and he not found a way to get his revenge, yet.
He grew frustrated and threw the book across the room in his anger. Soren stood and began pacing the room restlessly. After a few minutes he had calmed himself enough to return to his chair and pick up another large book from the large stack that had accumulated next to him.
Soren flipped through the pages, quickly scanning each one. He suddenly stopped at a picture of two people facing each other, a bright light coming from each of them and twirling around between them. He read the words there and finally understood. As he continued to read it, the smirk on his lips grew wider with every passing second.
After a little while he looked up into the fire roaring before him. He now had the perfect means to enact his revenge. The only problem he faced was that retched angel. He would have to go first.