Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura doesn`t belong to me, but is CLAMP`s
original work. This fanficseries is partly based on CCS and their
characters are used without permission and i is reserverd for entertainment
purpose only. Card Captor Sakura is the copyright of CLAMP, first published
by Kodansha Co. Ltd.1996
Posted July 2002
Destiny`s child
4th chapter desires and losses
Once existed a mysterious world. To another time, far beyond the one we know. A world with its own rules, in some way similar to ours, but nevertheless different. This world... will be the place where the fate of thousands of dimensions will be decided in the fight about the destiny's souls.
"Shaolan!", Sakura yelled a last time before she was out of reach. The wolfwarrior forced himself to turn away, not allowing himself to look back only one time more. Intense he tried to concentrate on the task lying down before him... the opportunity came almost too fast... Crashing against a tree next to Syaoran, a little figure collapsed to its knees.
"Mac!" , Weakly the bard turned her head to him, her lips forming unhearable words. "...r..u..n...", she seemed to whisper, pointing with her sea-blue eyes behind him. His eyes widened in surprise at the sound of whispering clicks behind him, but too late. Before he could slash the creature with his lifted sword, it charged him in incredible speed.
" Shi.." was the last thing he could say before darkness surrounded him in a grip of thousands of cuts. The spider had captured him with a tight thorny grip, the warrior barely able to breathe. As he was already thinking that this was his last battle, the creature suddenly shrieked in agony, its grip losing its deadly strength; he was released to pant hard again.
" Leave him alone, monster!", a shaking voice toned from behind the spider, there she stood... with trembling knees and in her hand a broken large sword, which was stained with green blood on its top. Not able to do anything but stand, quivering and bleeding from cuts all over her body, she watched with big blue eyes the monster approaching her.
He tried to reach the creature, but he knew he couldn`t make it in time. He could see the creature opened its fangs for its final deadly grasp and...
" Don`t breathe!"
... a strange gleaming mist broadened over it. Surprised all of them stood still, not anyone able to move. Only sublimately he noticed Mac collapsing to the ground, his own eyes fixed on the dust dancing through the air. He almost breathed the stuff in before remembering the voice`s warning; although the urge was burning hard inside him he held his breath. Instead Syaoran turned around.
It had collapsed. It had just collapsed without a tone.
Almost gasping in astonishment he caught himself just in time. With his amber eyes wide open he was waiting, still holding his breath, until the dust was gone. The warrior`s sight became clear again...
" What are you standing there, kiddo, we have better stuff to do than staring!" That voice was unique...
" Vin..cara? How...?" He turned around, searching for the ghost. And there she stood next to the still unconscious girl... in flesh and blood. Not caring about Syaoran`s gasping she lifted the little bard up on her shoulders and carried her away. He couldn`t believe that he saw the black haired, only too real woman, walking away.
" Damn brat, what are you waiting for?! This is not a zoo full of strange animals."
After that the warrior wizard`s mind managed to snap back into reality, remembering the spider. In amazement he stared at the spider, which looked as though it would wake up every moment.
" How..."
" I`ll explain it, but first we` gotta run! I don`t know how long it will be knocked out!", Angrily she was glaring at him from the end of the violently created grove. Quickly he followed the ghost-by-name, who already dashed into the depth of the mysterious woods.
" I poisoned it with the dust of a very dangerous flower. But since it has been very expensive `cause it`s very rare, I don`t have any more. And to my form... it`s a little complicated. Now it is more important... to have a plan... for defeating it! Somebody... must have sent it... after us!"
" How can you know..."
" Didn`t you notice? This creature doesn`t belong 'here'... and that means..."
A shadow, as it has been called for, appeared in front of the battlemates. The explanations and questions forgotten, they ran for their lives. Hard panting the exhausted wolfwarrior turned to the woman, who, although handicapped by her additional burden, was still fast.... But not fast enough.
" Go on, I`ll distract it! Make it to safety!"
By an agreeing wink of Vincara he stopped immediately, taking one of his always prepared ofudas out of his clothes.
" Rounen Shourai!"
A lightning appeared out of the sky and struck his opponent... or should have. Without a sign of any wound it was approaching him.
What... this thing is immune to magic?!
The warrior wizard was stretching out his senses for the spider`s magic, but the creature had already reached him; he could barely dodge the attacks and his exhaustion and recent wounds weren`t of any use for him.
"Shit..." he whispered in frustation, as the creature cut his chest. It was as good as impossible to defend.
He had only one chance... With a quick jump he tried to slash the monster`s head. His sword lifted, all his power concentrated on this very move, he cut right through its eyes and... hit the ground.
Surprised the amber-eyed boy lost his balance, his opponent above him turning its ugly head to his eyes. One of its legs was about to smash him, but instead it... went right through him?! Lying down, he was staring at the part of the leg that vanished in his chest, and appeared again as the monster quickly moved away from him.
The creature was.... immaterialized? He shook off his surprise with some effort and got up again to withdraw from that... thing.
How can someone defeat a creature that was immune both to magic and to swords?! Wait... Mac had managed to hurt it as it had captured me in its grip... But how...
A strange thought shot into his mind. While trying to dodge the shrieking spider`s attacks he was concentrating his magical senses on his surroundings.
The wizard`s eyes widened in shock. Something about his opponent felt... wrong to him... or it was more as though.. the place it was in...
(It doesn`t belong to 'here')
At this very moment, in which he realized, the monster used the opportunity to attack him. With a painful cry he withdrew, holding his now bleeding sword arm.
" Comin` for rescue, kiddo!" a dark voice toned and Vincara leapt from above them directly on the spider`s back.
Before their opponent was able to hit her, the lithe woman had already removed from it to push Syaoran with her into the depth of the Yrieel woods. Mockily she looked over his most recent wound.
" You really can`t take care of yourself, can you?", she grinned at him, a long dagger appearing in her hand from nowhere. Not in the mood for jokes, holding his wounded sword arm, he answered between dodges and slashes and running...
" That`s not the... moment for... jokes... You ensured... Mac`s security, I... think by your sudden appearance... I have... a plan..."
" Woah, you... figured it out... You`re more clever... than I thought... for a kiddo..."
" You knew... how to... defeat it... from the very beginning...", the warrior observed more than asked panting and sighing. The broadening grin was answer enough.
" Better I set up... the trap... You should... really appreciate it...`cause I... hate playing the... bait... But you`re... a little too small... to fight the... big ones...", she mocked him gasping.
Before he was able to protest against that statement Vincara had approached the creature, attacking it with her funnily small weapon. The warrior didn`t like to admit it, but she was really fast...
Amazed he leapt on a tree above the incredible fight scene, spying fascinated at the battle of pure speed taking place below. Lithe and with almost inhumanly speed the ghost-by-name dodged and between many missings, she even managed some hits. But he could see that Vincara wasn`t a professional fighter... her hits were neither strong nor important enough to outbalance her disadvantages. The cinnamon-haired warrior followed this unfair battle quickly by leaping from branch to branch, able to witness the arising exhaustion of Vincara.
But only minutes later it became worse than that. The amount of the dark- skinned woman`s injuries were increasing frequently, the deadly-looking cuts appearing too soon, and her face went more and more pallid, while she was sweatdropping from pure concentration and suffering under the spider`s attacks.
Timing... think of the right timing, he had to tell himself again and again, the only thought that prevented himself from jumping out of his hideout to interfere that terrible scene. Leaping with all his agility he reached afterall a very high oak, where he had a very good sight... and waited. Waiting... that was something the young warrior hated the most. He really hoped Vincara just played her bad state and wouldn´t...
There, the creature had gripped the weakened woman, so it was now standing directly under the branch he was sitting on. Quietly as a cat, he jumped.
Despite his hurting sword`s arm he slashed right through the body of the monster. Distracted and full of gayety about its recent prey it didn`t notice the fast moving warrior above it... and regretted it bitterly.
First as the sword was sticking out of its back it shrieked. Half in agony, half in surprise to collapse... finally. Slowly Syaoran was approaching the spider, selfconscious if the last attack had been enough.
" Is it... really... dead?" Hesitating he touched his sword, still beware of the defeated monster. Laughing sounded from behind him. Wincing he looked back at Vincara, who was partly walking, partly crowling to him, her sores almost scaring him. His own wounds were nothing in comparison with Vincara`s. Almost smiling she looked back, not caring about her state.
"It`s dead enough... Come on, let`s get Mac and then push off..."
She staggered lightly, her face almost completely turning pale, and fell on her knees. "Vincara, are you alright?!", he hurried to the kneeling woman`s side, trying to support her. " Despite the thousands of cuts which ache like hell...?", she answered mockily, but her state denied her sarcastic words, they couldn`t hide her trembling knees as she was about to get up and her sweatdropping skin.
" Don`t look at me this way, kiddo, I really hate arousing compassion... I`m okay...", a weak smile crossed her face, "Remember... we have to wake up our little sleeping cutie... she`s not far from here..." Reluctantly he followed the from her weakness stumbling and reeling woman, who refused being supported by him. What else besides that could he do?
To distract himself from those depressive thoughts he asked a question, itching to say it for quite some time. "How could you know how to defeat it?" A little surprised the exhausted woman`s sloe eyes fixed on the boy, seeming to recover a little from exhaustion out of some kind of...pride...
"You ask why...?`cause I fought it before... and I made it, with my great agility and cleverness!" He sweatdropped by those words, but Vincara seemed to feel better this way... so he asked further... in a mistrusting tone.
" Alone...?"
The black haired woman`s pride seemed to have a little decrease.
"Well... I had a little help... I was travelling with some travellers, fighters, who had needed my abilities as a thief... experienced fighters I called friends... and trusted..."
A bitter expression darkened the mysterious -thief`s- face, seemed to falter again. He had the feeling as if... a sad story was hidden behind it... A story of betrayal.
Suddenly Vincara stumbled and came back to reality, blinking at him. As if the wounded woman had read his thoughts she continued, as though she didn`t want him to think about it any more...
" The creature we fought was an 'Ughrol', This race is very rare and lives in another sphere - we can see it still, but can`t touch it - on the third isle of this world, the goal between the spheres, the dark deserts. It is impossible that only by coincidence it had been able to get here, to say nothing of wanting. And their territory is - from our sight - very far... It is impossible to capture a creature of another untouchable sphere..."
A heavy silelence widened between them, Vincara as pallid as never before, exactly as Syaoran.
" ...Our enemy must be really powerful...", Syaoran broke the uneasy atmosphere.
" Yeah... as strong as a rune god..."
He stared at the mysterious looking thief questioningly.
" Five rune gods to protect the very world of Es-Rahj`s, in form of fabulous creatures, who are under the command of the Guardians..."
" Guardian?!"
" Some kind of immortal being... much more than a god... the source of life. Water... wind... earth... fire..."
Fire...
The memory of the day before had him shuddering, the fire that seemed to persecute them...
Soon, as he noticed relieved, the little bard came into sight, leaned on a trunk. With soft voice the black haired weakened woman caressed through Mac`s orange hair and looked for her state. The little bard was, despite her unconsciousness and some bruises, unbelievingly unharmed.
Out of sudden a cry of agony escaped Vincara, and he witnessed the ghost-by- name`s final collapse.
" Vincara, Vincara!"
Worried the wolfwarrior hurried and looked over her, while she was murmuring incoherent stuff, very pallid and her hair clinged to her skin. Half panicking he shook her with his heal arm, trying to make her notice reality again. Gripping his shirt obviously in pain, she opened her eyes a little.
" Guess I... overdid... the bait playing a... little... It really... got me... while I was... searching... for the right... place of attack..."
The, although wounded, woman managed to release herself from his grip, and stepped to Mac, her body already starting flickering, but it was not her normal flickering, it looked... unhealthily.
" Sorry... kiddo... I think I have to... retreat some time... from action. Would you please... watch for her... as long as I`m... not here...? I would search... for a better sitter... but at the moment... you`re the only one... nearby..."
She really cares for Mac... despite her own life, he noticed surprised. A strange thought came into his mind.
"... You materialized before, didn`t you? I mean... the fire back then when you two had disappeared... Mac couldn`t remember because she had fainted... and you saved her life. "
" Woah,... now my image is ruined... `think you`re gonna be a better sitter than... I thought." Smiling the mysterious woman turned around to Mac and caressed the girl`s hair one time more affectionately, as softly as though touching a delicate flower.
" You will be in safe hands... my cute little Mac... I promise... I`ll come back... I will be always with you...", she whispered her last words before dissolving into a gleaming mist, which surrounded him, like a caressing, to vanish completely in front of his chest. Feeling dizzy out of sudden because of the appearing heavy exhaustion, he lurched a little, holding his head as if that would help.
" Ca... ra...?"
Surprised he wheeled around to look into the wide-open eyes of Vincara`s protege.
" Where did she... go?", Mac demanded to know with weak, but determined voice.
His words stuck in his throat he wasn`t able to say anything at all, but the expression on the boy`s face and his silence were answer enough.
With empty, widening eyes she was staring at the amber-eyed boy "... You think she`s... dead?"
For an eternity those words were hanging above them, as a dark cloud, only worse, and it was stiffening the air. Mac clinched her fists, her eyes closed in an undefineable mood.
" She`s not dead... She promised to come back, didn`t she?"
Astonished by the tone of her voice, he looked down at the upset bard, who kneeled there almost desperately.
"She... never breaks a promise!", she yelled at him, tears in her bright shining eyes. Her voice was painfully echoing in his head like a bell, and confused he sat down.
The warrior wizard didn`t know how to respond, his thoughts circling him, making him feel more dizzily. Every single magical sense told him that the ghost had left the world... Not a single trace of her life force was left. But how could he be so cruel to tell Mac... to destroy the girl`s hopes, she held on so tightly, completely?
Before she passed off to the ground, Mac whispered a last time.
" She will come back..."
author`s comments:
Myrwin: Finally I have it... This damn action chapter full of informations about Es-Rahjs nobody wants to know... Originally I intended to end this chapter later... but I lost patience... so I cut the rest off into the 6th chap...
Boy:... Something like putting ME out of this chapter completely!?
Myrwin: No... that was planned from the very beginning...
Vincara: AND I DIE?!?!?!
Sakura: Uhm... you were already dead, weren`t you? I mean... you`re a ghost...
Vincara: * death glare * Sakura: *sweat drop *
Syaoran: Uhm... I don`t want to complain but... Did you notice that you changed my name from Shaolan to Syaoran...?
Starblade( originally Dominatrix): I think I saw the garbage men take her mind somewhere `cause it seemed to be damaged a little...
Myrwin:* death glare * Starblade: * smile*
Mac( tries to get attention): And me? What a stupid speech is the last thing I say? And why am I always the one who seems to have no fighting skills? I`m not that bad...
(Myrwin murmurs: You sure?)
(Others murmuring: Why do we have to be in a story of such an unskilled author...)
Myrwin: HEY! I resent that!
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TO BE CONTINUED (no matter if you like it or not)
Destiny`s child
4th chapter desires and losses
Once existed a mysterious world. To another time, far beyond the one we know. A world with its own rules, in some way similar to ours, but nevertheless different. This world... will be the place where the fate of thousands of dimensions will be decided in the fight about the destiny's souls.
"Shaolan!", Sakura yelled a last time before she was out of reach. The wolfwarrior forced himself to turn away, not allowing himself to look back only one time more. Intense he tried to concentrate on the task lying down before him... the opportunity came almost too fast... Crashing against a tree next to Syaoran, a little figure collapsed to its knees.
"Mac!" , Weakly the bard turned her head to him, her lips forming unhearable words. "...r..u..n...", she seemed to whisper, pointing with her sea-blue eyes behind him. His eyes widened in surprise at the sound of whispering clicks behind him, but too late. Before he could slash the creature with his lifted sword, it charged him in incredible speed.
" Shi.." was the last thing he could say before darkness surrounded him in a grip of thousands of cuts. The spider had captured him with a tight thorny grip, the warrior barely able to breathe. As he was already thinking that this was his last battle, the creature suddenly shrieked in agony, its grip losing its deadly strength; he was released to pant hard again.
" Leave him alone, monster!", a shaking voice toned from behind the spider, there she stood... with trembling knees and in her hand a broken large sword, which was stained with green blood on its top. Not able to do anything but stand, quivering and bleeding from cuts all over her body, she watched with big blue eyes the monster approaching her.
He tried to reach the creature, but he knew he couldn`t make it in time. He could see the creature opened its fangs for its final deadly grasp and...
" Don`t breathe!"
... a strange gleaming mist broadened over it. Surprised all of them stood still, not anyone able to move. Only sublimately he noticed Mac collapsing to the ground, his own eyes fixed on the dust dancing through the air. He almost breathed the stuff in before remembering the voice`s warning; although the urge was burning hard inside him he held his breath. Instead Syaoran turned around.
It had collapsed. It had just collapsed without a tone.
Almost gasping in astonishment he caught himself just in time. With his amber eyes wide open he was waiting, still holding his breath, until the dust was gone. The warrior`s sight became clear again...
" What are you standing there, kiddo, we have better stuff to do than staring!" That voice was unique...
" Vin..cara? How...?" He turned around, searching for the ghost. And there she stood next to the still unconscious girl... in flesh and blood. Not caring about Syaoran`s gasping she lifted the little bard up on her shoulders and carried her away. He couldn`t believe that he saw the black haired, only too real woman, walking away.
" Damn brat, what are you waiting for?! This is not a zoo full of strange animals."
After that the warrior wizard`s mind managed to snap back into reality, remembering the spider. In amazement he stared at the spider, which looked as though it would wake up every moment.
" How..."
" I`ll explain it, but first we` gotta run! I don`t know how long it will be knocked out!", Angrily she was glaring at him from the end of the violently created grove. Quickly he followed the ghost-by-name, who already dashed into the depth of the mysterious woods.
" I poisoned it with the dust of a very dangerous flower. But since it has been very expensive `cause it`s very rare, I don`t have any more. And to my form... it`s a little complicated. Now it is more important... to have a plan... for defeating it! Somebody... must have sent it... after us!"
" How can you know..."
" Didn`t you notice? This creature doesn`t belong 'here'... and that means..."
A shadow, as it has been called for, appeared in front of the battlemates. The explanations and questions forgotten, they ran for their lives. Hard panting the exhausted wolfwarrior turned to the woman, who, although handicapped by her additional burden, was still fast.... But not fast enough.
" Go on, I`ll distract it! Make it to safety!"
By an agreeing wink of Vincara he stopped immediately, taking one of his always prepared ofudas out of his clothes.
" Rounen Shourai!"
A lightning appeared out of the sky and struck his opponent... or should have. Without a sign of any wound it was approaching him.
What... this thing is immune to magic?!
The warrior wizard was stretching out his senses for the spider`s magic, but the creature had already reached him; he could barely dodge the attacks and his exhaustion and recent wounds weren`t of any use for him.
"Shit..." he whispered in frustation, as the creature cut his chest. It was as good as impossible to defend.
He had only one chance... With a quick jump he tried to slash the monster`s head. His sword lifted, all his power concentrated on this very move, he cut right through its eyes and... hit the ground.
Surprised the amber-eyed boy lost his balance, his opponent above him turning its ugly head to his eyes. One of its legs was about to smash him, but instead it... went right through him?! Lying down, he was staring at the part of the leg that vanished in his chest, and appeared again as the monster quickly moved away from him.
The creature was.... immaterialized? He shook off his surprise with some effort and got up again to withdraw from that... thing.
How can someone defeat a creature that was immune both to magic and to swords?! Wait... Mac had managed to hurt it as it had captured me in its grip... But how...
A strange thought shot into his mind. While trying to dodge the shrieking spider`s attacks he was concentrating his magical senses on his surroundings.
The wizard`s eyes widened in shock. Something about his opponent felt... wrong to him... or it was more as though.. the place it was in...
(It doesn`t belong to 'here')
At this very moment, in which he realized, the monster used the opportunity to attack him. With a painful cry he withdrew, holding his now bleeding sword arm.
" Comin` for rescue, kiddo!" a dark voice toned and Vincara leapt from above them directly on the spider`s back.
Before their opponent was able to hit her, the lithe woman had already removed from it to push Syaoran with her into the depth of the Yrieel woods. Mockily she looked over his most recent wound.
" You really can`t take care of yourself, can you?", she grinned at him, a long dagger appearing in her hand from nowhere. Not in the mood for jokes, holding his wounded sword arm, he answered between dodges and slashes and running...
" That`s not the... moment for... jokes... You ensured... Mac`s security, I... think by your sudden appearance... I have... a plan..."
" Woah, you... figured it out... You`re more clever... than I thought... for a kiddo..."
" You knew... how to... defeat it... from the very beginning...", the warrior observed more than asked panting and sighing. The broadening grin was answer enough.
" Better I set up... the trap... You should... really appreciate it...`cause I... hate playing the... bait... But you`re... a little too small... to fight the... big ones...", she mocked him gasping.
Before he was able to protest against that statement Vincara had approached the creature, attacking it with her funnily small weapon. The warrior didn`t like to admit it, but she was really fast...
Amazed he leapt on a tree above the incredible fight scene, spying fascinated at the battle of pure speed taking place below. Lithe and with almost inhumanly speed the ghost-by-name dodged and between many missings, she even managed some hits. But he could see that Vincara wasn`t a professional fighter... her hits were neither strong nor important enough to outbalance her disadvantages. The cinnamon-haired warrior followed this unfair battle quickly by leaping from branch to branch, able to witness the arising exhaustion of Vincara.
But only minutes later it became worse than that. The amount of the dark- skinned woman`s injuries were increasing frequently, the deadly-looking cuts appearing too soon, and her face went more and more pallid, while she was sweatdropping from pure concentration and suffering under the spider`s attacks.
Timing... think of the right timing, he had to tell himself again and again, the only thought that prevented himself from jumping out of his hideout to interfere that terrible scene. Leaping with all his agility he reached afterall a very high oak, where he had a very good sight... and waited. Waiting... that was something the young warrior hated the most. He really hoped Vincara just played her bad state and wouldn´t...
There, the creature had gripped the weakened woman, so it was now standing directly under the branch he was sitting on. Quietly as a cat, he jumped.
Despite his hurting sword`s arm he slashed right through the body of the monster. Distracted and full of gayety about its recent prey it didn`t notice the fast moving warrior above it... and regretted it bitterly.
First as the sword was sticking out of its back it shrieked. Half in agony, half in surprise to collapse... finally. Slowly Syaoran was approaching the spider, selfconscious if the last attack had been enough.
" Is it... really... dead?" Hesitating he touched his sword, still beware of the defeated monster. Laughing sounded from behind him. Wincing he looked back at Vincara, who was partly walking, partly crowling to him, her sores almost scaring him. His own wounds were nothing in comparison with Vincara`s. Almost smiling she looked back, not caring about her state.
"It`s dead enough... Come on, let`s get Mac and then push off..."
She staggered lightly, her face almost completely turning pale, and fell on her knees. "Vincara, are you alright?!", he hurried to the kneeling woman`s side, trying to support her. " Despite the thousands of cuts which ache like hell...?", she answered mockily, but her state denied her sarcastic words, they couldn`t hide her trembling knees as she was about to get up and her sweatdropping skin.
" Don`t look at me this way, kiddo, I really hate arousing compassion... I`m okay...", a weak smile crossed her face, "Remember... we have to wake up our little sleeping cutie... she`s not far from here..." Reluctantly he followed the from her weakness stumbling and reeling woman, who refused being supported by him. What else besides that could he do?
To distract himself from those depressive thoughts he asked a question, itching to say it for quite some time. "How could you know how to defeat it?" A little surprised the exhausted woman`s sloe eyes fixed on the boy, seeming to recover a little from exhaustion out of some kind of...pride...
"You ask why...?`cause I fought it before... and I made it, with my great agility and cleverness!" He sweatdropped by those words, but Vincara seemed to feel better this way... so he asked further... in a mistrusting tone.
" Alone...?"
The black haired woman`s pride seemed to have a little decrease.
"Well... I had a little help... I was travelling with some travellers, fighters, who had needed my abilities as a thief... experienced fighters I called friends... and trusted..."
A bitter expression darkened the mysterious -thief`s- face, seemed to falter again. He had the feeling as if... a sad story was hidden behind it... A story of betrayal.
Suddenly Vincara stumbled and came back to reality, blinking at him. As if the wounded woman had read his thoughts she continued, as though she didn`t want him to think about it any more...
" The creature we fought was an 'Ughrol', This race is very rare and lives in another sphere - we can see it still, but can`t touch it - on the third isle of this world, the goal between the spheres, the dark deserts. It is impossible that only by coincidence it had been able to get here, to say nothing of wanting. And their territory is - from our sight - very far... It is impossible to capture a creature of another untouchable sphere..."
A heavy silelence widened between them, Vincara as pallid as never before, exactly as Syaoran.
" ...Our enemy must be really powerful...", Syaoran broke the uneasy atmosphere.
" Yeah... as strong as a rune god..."
He stared at the mysterious looking thief questioningly.
" Five rune gods to protect the very world of Es-Rahj`s, in form of fabulous creatures, who are under the command of the Guardians..."
" Guardian?!"
" Some kind of immortal being... much more than a god... the source of life. Water... wind... earth... fire..."
Fire...
The memory of the day before had him shuddering, the fire that seemed to persecute them...
Soon, as he noticed relieved, the little bard came into sight, leaned on a trunk. With soft voice the black haired weakened woman caressed through Mac`s orange hair and looked for her state. The little bard was, despite her unconsciousness and some bruises, unbelievingly unharmed.
Out of sudden a cry of agony escaped Vincara, and he witnessed the ghost-by- name`s final collapse.
" Vincara, Vincara!"
Worried the wolfwarrior hurried and looked over her, while she was murmuring incoherent stuff, very pallid and her hair clinged to her skin. Half panicking he shook her with his heal arm, trying to make her notice reality again. Gripping his shirt obviously in pain, she opened her eyes a little.
" Guess I... overdid... the bait playing a... little... It really... got me... while I was... searching... for the right... place of attack..."
The, although wounded, woman managed to release herself from his grip, and stepped to Mac, her body already starting flickering, but it was not her normal flickering, it looked... unhealthily.
" Sorry... kiddo... I think I have to... retreat some time... from action. Would you please... watch for her... as long as I`m... not here...? I would search... for a better sitter... but at the moment... you`re the only one... nearby..."
She really cares for Mac... despite her own life, he noticed surprised. A strange thought came into his mind.
"... You materialized before, didn`t you? I mean... the fire back then when you two had disappeared... Mac couldn`t remember because she had fainted... and you saved her life. "
" Woah,... now my image is ruined... `think you`re gonna be a better sitter than... I thought." Smiling the mysterious woman turned around to Mac and caressed the girl`s hair one time more affectionately, as softly as though touching a delicate flower.
" You will be in safe hands... my cute little Mac... I promise... I`ll come back... I will be always with you...", she whispered her last words before dissolving into a gleaming mist, which surrounded him, like a caressing, to vanish completely in front of his chest. Feeling dizzy out of sudden because of the appearing heavy exhaustion, he lurched a little, holding his head as if that would help.
" Ca... ra...?"
Surprised he wheeled around to look into the wide-open eyes of Vincara`s protege.
" Where did she... go?", Mac demanded to know with weak, but determined voice.
His words stuck in his throat he wasn`t able to say anything at all, but the expression on the boy`s face and his silence were answer enough.
With empty, widening eyes she was staring at the amber-eyed boy "... You think she`s... dead?"
For an eternity those words were hanging above them, as a dark cloud, only worse, and it was stiffening the air. Mac clinched her fists, her eyes closed in an undefineable mood.
" She`s not dead... She promised to come back, didn`t she?"
Astonished by the tone of her voice, he looked down at the upset bard, who kneeled there almost desperately.
"She... never breaks a promise!", she yelled at him, tears in her bright shining eyes. Her voice was painfully echoing in his head like a bell, and confused he sat down.
The warrior wizard didn`t know how to respond, his thoughts circling him, making him feel more dizzily. Every single magical sense told him that the ghost had left the world... Not a single trace of her life force was left. But how could he be so cruel to tell Mac... to destroy the girl`s hopes, she held on so tightly, completely?
Before she passed off to the ground, Mac whispered a last time.
" She will come back..."
author`s comments:
Myrwin: Finally I have it... This damn action chapter full of informations about Es-Rahjs nobody wants to know... Originally I intended to end this chapter later... but I lost patience... so I cut the rest off into the 6th chap...
Boy:... Something like putting ME out of this chapter completely!?
Myrwin: No... that was planned from the very beginning...
Vincara: AND I DIE?!?!?!
Sakura: Uhm... you were already dead, weren`t you? I mean... you`re a ghost...
Vincara: * death glare * Sakura: *sweat drop *
Syaoran: Uhm... I don`t want to complain but... Did you notice that you changed my name from Shaolan to Syaoran...?
Starblade( originally Dominatrix): I think I saw the garbage men take her mind somewhere `cause it seemed to be damaged a little...
Myrwin:* death glare * Starblade: * smile*
Mac( tries to get attention): And me? What a stupid speech is the last thing I say? And why am I always the one who seems to have no fighting skills? I`m not that bad...
(Myrwin murmurs: You sure?)
(Others murmuring: Why do we have to be in a story of such an unskilled author...)
Myrwin: HEY! I resent that!
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TO BE CONTINUED (no matter if you like it or not)