disclaimer: I do not own and will never own Card Captor Sakura (though I wish I did)
it is owned by CLAMP. This author is merely borrowing so please don't sue me!!!^_^;
n/a: hello. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update this fic.
Our CPU suddenly had some problems and it had to be sent to an expert so
that it could be fixed. Fortunately, my files weren't destroyed ^_^ and
so were my fic files ^_^. Well, I hope you just like this chapter!
Fated Circle: Four Sacred Treasures of Earth
~Part 5
Nadezha: Flight to Hope
Chapter 27
The next day, Syaoran woke me up with a tickling blow to my ear. We all
fixed up our things inside a magic sack that Tomoyo provided. The sack
was as small as an ordinary purse bit it was stretchable and bottomless.
Tomoyo said that we could pack the whole mansion inside it and it would
never grow any bigger than its original size or heavier than its original
weight.
"Sakura," Syaoran called. I was in the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"I'll put something on the bed for you to wear. You'll be more comfortable
in it."
"okay." I replied. After I finished bathing (Syaoran was out tending to
Shadowbane), I looked at the bed to see neatly folded pieces of clothing.
There were black baggy pants, a simple white shirt with long and baggy
sleeves, a pink silk tunic and a scarlet sash. On the side of the bed
was a pair of black boots. "Hmm… not bad." I murmured, and I put them
on. The fit was just right and not too loose or not too tight. It was
comfortable, just like Syaoran said.
When I went down to meet the others at the breakfast table, I found out
that we were wearing almost the same thing but different color combinations.
Syaoran wore black pants and boots; white, loose, long-sleeved shirt
with a short collar; a green tunic and a brown belt around his waist.
Eriol was wearing brown leather boots, dark green pants, white long-
sleeved shirt with a loose collar, dark-red vest with golden buttons,
and a black belt with a golden buckle around his waist. Tomoyo, on the
other hand, was wearing black boots; dark-blue, baggy pants (like mine);
a baggy, long-sleeved, loose sapphire shirt and a sky blue sash around
her waist. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind her head (my hair
was braided) and she wore a white bandana.
To say the least, Tomoyo almost looked like a gypsy. All you had to do
was put some make-up on her and replace her small, but eye-catching,
sapphire earrings with large golden rings.
After we finished our breakfast, Syaoran and Eriol led us to the garden
where Shadowbane and Thunderstorm were parked, the two birds happily
greeting us as we appeared before them.
"See? What did I tell you? Nothing is changed OR destroyed." Eriol
proudly said while patting his Averin with his right hand and sweeping
his left hand in the air, emphasizing the surroundings.
Tomoyo only nodded.
I went over to Shadowbane and he lowered his head to allow me to stroke
the soft, white feathers. "Good morning Shadowbane!" I greeted cheerfully.
He replied by gently rubbing his cheek to mine
"Hey stop that Shadowbane! You're making me jealous!" Syaoran jokingly
said as he approached us.
In response, Shadowbane cheek-rubbed with me a little bit longer (almost
knocking me off balance) before he lifted his proud white head, looked
at me with one of his golden eyes and screamed with glee. I laughed with
Shadowbane for a while, and then faced Syaoran who had his hands akimbo
and his lips in a playful pout.
When all the necessary arrangements were done, we took flight. Tomoyo
and I rode behind our partners and holding on tight around their waist.
We bore no weapons (since Syaoran was the only experienced flyer-fighter
in the group and Tomoyo and Eriol had enough magic) and no other heavy
equipment with us so that our flight would be faster.
The first day's flight was long and hard and we, only getting used to
it, took short breaks to un-cramp our muscles. When the day was almost
over, Tomoyo made a magically-weaved island in the middle of the ocean
and we rested there.
"Where are we now?" I asked Syaoran, who was lying down beside Shadowbane
and staring at the starry night sky.
Syaoran sighed. "Not yet half-way there."
I sat down beside him. "How far is Nadezha?"
"if you're talking in Averin-flight, about a week and three days or so...
not including this one; if by sea-boats, two months."
I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you sure? Two months to a week and
three days? That's awfully fast!"
He suddenly sat up and looked at me. "Hey! We're talking Averins here!
They're a hardy folk you know. This day is like their warm-up day that's
why we didn't get too far." He lay back down again and resumed star-
gazing. "You better rest, Sakura, we won't be resting like this again in
four days."
"WHAT!"
"Shh! We're trying to be quiet here." Syaoran scolded, "Eriol has put
Iridyss' magic to use and cloaked us to blend with the sea. Waters don't
scream you know."
I sighed and plopped down beside him and looked at the dotted sky.
"And that's only my best count." He told me, "If we get attacked, it
might take longer. But Eriol and I agreed that we'd use Iridyss'
concealing magic until we reach our goal."
"Won't he get tired?"
"Maybe...I asked him that too, but he told me that we'd have reached
Nadezha by then."
We both grew silent and I suddenly envied the stars and everything
around me. They all contributed something to our mission: sun, stars and
moon provide light; calm waves relax our minds and so on and so fourth.
I was a mere burden, incapable of doing anything. "Syaoran, why did you
bring me here? I mean, do I really need to wake that magic within me?" I
suddenly asked.
"Huh?" he said. Sleepiness was clear in his voice.
"Nothing. Just go o sleep." I told him, and before I knew it, he was
snoring.
In the days that followed we traveled day and night, non-stop. Syaoran
and I often exchanged seats (Syaoran would fly Shadowbane slowly then)
so that I could sleep securely in his arms.
But by the end of the third day from our last rest, there was a change
in plans.
*Syaoran, Sakura, do you hear me?* Eriol asked in our heads Syaoran
then hand-signaled to Eriol, who was flying beside us, to assure him
that we heard. *I have an idea: why don't we fly non-stop straight to
Nadezha? I mean, no rest at all, not even after four days?* he asked.
"WHAT!" I shouted.
*How about the Averins? They won't last that long!* Syaoran objected.
*Tomoyo's songmagic will handle that. She's agreed to this. So far,
we've seen nothing of the wraiths and Tomoyo and I think it best to keep
it that way by keeping ahead of them* Eriol explained.
Syaoran grew silent for a while, and then he faced me. *how about you
Sakura?* he asked, *just speak out in your mind and we'll hear it.*
I nodded. *though I know that it is against all my muscles,* I said in
my head, it was kind of an odd feeling for me, *I agree. I think that it
is reasonable.*
*It's settled then, we'll fly on.* Eriol said, and then he and
Thunderstorm sped up with Syaoran and Shadowbane following closely
behind.
In the afternoon of the 11th day (I kept count), we started to see the
coastline of Nadezha's beaches. All of my muscles shouted in glee in the
promise of a nice, long rest after being cramped up for days and days.
The flight proved to me many things. First, how fast an Averin flies
(it didn't feel like it was fast but we reached Nadezha in a week and
four days!) and second, how strong Tomoyo's songmagic really is. Each
time any of the Averins would grow slow or tired (Syaoran and Eriol
would "speak" with their Averin), either of the two divers would signal
Tomoyo and she'd sing a tune. Even my body felt rejuvenated after it!
And the Averins flew like they were fresh from a nice rest.
Then I noticed that we weren't going inland at all. Shadowbane and
Thunderstorm just kept on following the coastline, not landing or
steering inland.
"Syaoran, where are we going? We don't seem to be going inland." I
suddenly asked.
"Somewhere more isolated."
"More isolated?"
"Yup. The Uncharted Forests." He simply answered.
"UNCHARTED Forest? Why there? I mean, who would live there?"
"A friend of mine…and yours. Just wait and see." He said, "OH! And
don't forget your etiquette!"
"A friend of mine? Remember my etiquette?" I echoed in puzzlement. *I
wonder who…or what might we be meeting here?* I asked in my thoughts.
to be continued
it is owned by CLAMP. This author is merely borrowing so please don't sue me!!!^_^;
n/a: hello. I'm really sorry that it took me so long to update this fic.
Our CPU suddenly had some problems and it had to be sent to an expert so
that it could be fixed. Fortunately, my files weren't destroyed ^_^ and
so were my fic files ^_^. Well, I hope you just like this chapter!
Fated Circle: Four Sacred Treasures of Earth
~Part 5
Nadezha: Flight to Hope
Chapter 27
The next day, Syaoran woke me up with a tickling blow to my ear. We all
fixed up our things inside a magic sack that Tomoyo provided. The sack
was as small as an ordinary purse bit it was stretchable and bottomless.
Tomoyo said that we could pack the whole mansion inside it and it would
never grow any bigger than its original size or heavier than its original
weight.
"Sakura," Syaoran called. I was in the bathroom.
"Yes?"
"I'll put something on the bed for you to wear. You'll be more comfortable
in it."
"okay." I replied. After I finished bathing (Syaoran was out tending to
Shadowbane), I looked at the bed to see neatly folded pieces of clothing.
There were black baggy pants, a simple white shirt with long and baggy
sleeves, a pink silk tunic and a scarlet sash. On the side of the bed
was a pair of black boots. "Hmm… not bad." I murmured, and I put them
on. The fit was just right and not too loose or not too tight. It was
comfortable, just like Syaoran said.
When I went down to meet the others at the breakfast table, I found out
that we were wearing almost the same thing but different color combinations.
Syaoran wore black pants and boots; white, loose, long-sleeved shirt
with a short collar; a green tunic and a brown belt around his waist.
Eriol was wearing brown leather boots, dark green pants, white long-
sleeved shirt with a loose collar, dark-red vest with golden buttons,
and a black belt with a golden buckle around his waist. Tomoyo, on the
other hand, was wearing black boots; dark-blue, baggy pants (like mine);
a baggy, long-sleeved, loose sapphire shirt and a sky blue sash around
her waist. Her hair was tied in a loose ponytail behind her head (my hair
was braided) and she wore a white bandana.
To say the least, Tomoyo almost looked like a gypsy. All you had to do
was put some make-up on her and replace her small, but eye-catching,
sapphire earrings with large golden rings.
After we finished our breakfast, Syaoran and Eriol led us to the garden
where Shadowbane and Thunderstorm were parked, the two birds happily
greeting us as we appeared before them.
"See? What did I tell you? Nothing is changed OR destroyed." Eriol
proudly said while patting his Averin with his right hand and sweeping
his left hand in the air, emphasizing the surroundings.
Tomoyo only nodded.
I went over to Shadowbane and he lowered his head to allow me to stroke
the soft, white feathers. "Good morning Shadowbane!" I greeted cheerfully.
He replied by gently rubbing his cheek to mine
"Hey stop that Shadowbane! You're making me jealous!" Syaoran jokingly
said as he approached us.
In response, Shadowbane cheek-rubbed with me a little bit longer (almost
knocking me off balance) before he lifted his proud white head, looked
at me with one of his golden eyes and screamed with glee. I laughed with
Shadowbane for a while, and then faced Syaoran who had his hands akimbo
and his lips in a playful pout.
When all the necessary arrangements were done, we took flight. Tomoyo
and I rode behind our partners and holding on tight around their waist.
We bore no weapons (since Syaoran was the only experienced flyer-fighter
in the group and Tomoyo and Eriol had enough magic) and no other heavy
equipment with us so that our flight would be faster.
The first day's flight was long and hard and we, only getting used to
it, took short breaks to un-cramp our muscles. When the day was almost
over, Tomoyo made a magically-weaved island in the middle of the ocean
and we rested there.
"Where are we now?" I asked Syaoran, who was lying down beside Shadowbane
and staring at the starry night sky.
Syaoran sighed. "Not yet half-way there."
I sat down beside him. "How far is Nadezha?"
"if you're talking in Averin-flight, about a week and three days or so...
not including this one; if by sea-boats, two months."
I looked at him in disbelief. "Are you sure? Two months to a week and
three days? That's awfully fast!"
He suddenly sat up and looked at me. "Hey! We're talking Averins here!
They're a hardy folk you know. This day is like their warm-up day that's
why we didn't get too far." He lay back down again and resumed star-
gazing. "You better rest, Sakura, we won't be resting like this again in
four days."
"WHAT!"
"Shh! We're trying to be quiet here." Syaoran scolded, "Eriol has put
Iridyss' magic to use and cloaked us to blend with the sea. Waters don't
scream you know."
I sighed and plopped down beside him and looked at the dotted sky.
"And that's only my best count." He told me, "If we get attacked, it
might take longer. But Eriol and I agreed that we'd use Iridyss'
concealing magic until we reach our goal."
"Won't he get tired?"
"Maybe...I asked him that too, but he told me that we'd have reached
Nadezha by then."
We both grew silent and I suddenly envied the stars and everything
around me. They all contributed something to our mission: sun, stars and
moon provide light; calm waves relax our minds and so on and so fourth.
I was a mere burden, incapable of doing anything. "Syaoran, why did you
bring me here? I mean, do I really need to wake that magic within me?" I
suddenly asked.
"Huh?" he said. Sleepiness was clear in his voice.
"Nothing. Just go o sleep." I told him, and before I knew it, he was
snoring.
In the days that followed we traveled day and night, non-stop. Syaoran
and I often exchanged seats (Syaoran would fly Shadowbane slowly then)
so that I could sleep securely in his arms.
But by the end of the third day from our last rest, there was a change
in plans.
*Syaoran, Sakura, do you hear me?* Eriol asked in our heads Syaoran
then hand-signaled to Eriol, who was flying beside us, to assure him
that we heard. *I have an idea: why don't we fly non-stop straight to
Nadezha? I mean, no rest at all, not even after four days?* he asked.
"WHAT!" I shouted.
*How about the Averins? They won't last that long!* Syaoran objected.
*Tomoyo's songmagic will handle that. She's agreed to this. So far,
we've seen nothing of the wraiths and Tomoyo and I think it best to keep
it that way by keeping ahead of them* Eriol explained.
Syaoran grew silent for a while, and then he faced me. *how about you
Sakura?* he asked, *just speak out in your mind and we'll hear it.*
I nodded. *though I know that it is against all my muscles,* I said in
my head, it was kind of an odd feeling for me, *I agree. I think that it
is reasonable.*
*It's settled then, we'll fly on.* Eriol said, and then he and
Thunderstorm sped up with Syaoran and Shadowbane following closely
behind.
In the afternoon of the 11th day (I kept count), we started to see the
coastline of Nadezha's beaches. All of my muscles shouted in glee in the
promise of a nice, long rest after being cramped up for days and days.
The flight proved to me many things. First, how fast an Averin flies
(it didn't feel like it was fast but we reached Nadezha in a week and
four days!) and second, how strong Tomoyo's songmagic really is. Each
time any of the Averins would grow slow or tired (Syaoran and Eriol
would "speak" with their Averin), either of the two divers would signal
Tomoyo and she'd sing a tune. Even my body felt rejuvenated after it!
And the Averins flew like they were fresh from a nice rest.
Then I noticed that we weren't going inland at all. Shadowbane and
Thunderstorm just kept on following the coastline, not landing or
steering inland.
"Syaoran, where are we going? We don't seem to be going inland." I
suddenly asked.
"Somewhere more isolated."
"More isolated?"
"Yup. The Uncharted Forests." He simply answered.
"UNCHARTED Forest? Why there? I mean, who would live there?"
"A friend of mine…and yours. Just wait and see." He said, "OH! And
don't forget your etiquette!"
"A friend of mine? Remember my etiquette?" I echoed in puzzlement. *I
wonder who…or what might we be meeting here?* I asked in my thoughts.
to be continued