Sorry, once again for the late updates. I'm really sorry! I don't know how to work this stupid imac, and if this is screwed up, I'll try to fix it later. Well, let's get going!



Revean(remember him? He killed Sonomi.) lounged in a chair, listening to his reporting spy.
"Sir, I went to Mehmin, as you told me to. I asked around the slums for a girl called Tomoyo. A milliner said she used to have a seamstress named Tomoyo. It seems she was a friend of the Princess-to-be Sakura, she is now a lady of the court. I wen tot eh palace, and was hired on as a pageboy to observe Lady Tomoyo. She likes to take walks in the morning, and is also designing Sakura's wedding dress."
Revean smiled slowly, making the scar on his left cheek crinkle. It was a grotesque sight.
"Good job, Thale. I knew I could count on you," Revean said, and tossed him a bag of coins. Thale bowed nervously, and left. He did ask for more money; he knew the fate of those who did.
Revean sat where he was, thinking. THe palace was well protected, but he could sneak in by way of disguise. The girl went on walks- perfect for snatching her. ANd she was close to the princess! Better and better. He could hold her for ransom, collect the ransom money, then kill her. Finally, 12 years later, Revean was getting revenge for a 2-inch scar.

~*~

Eriol was writing a letter in his tent during twilight when he received two surprises. He was pondering over a part of the letter when a tall, silver-haired man came in, dressed in armor.
"Ress!" Eriol exclaimed. "What news?"
Ress sat down wearily, combing a hand through his sweaty hair, making it stand on end.
"The news is," Ress said, "that there is no news."
"Revean's laying low?" Eriol asked, clearly dismayed.
"Yup. No attacks, no news. Our spies say that all the bandits are resting, relaxing."
"He's planning something," Eriol murmured, tapping his chin.
"Yup. And we can't do anything. We're stuck going to the prince's wedding."
"True," Eriol said, grinning. He never thought that his cute descendant would get married!
"Oh, yeah- there's a squire from the palace outside. Says he has a letter."
"Bring him in," Eriol said. "You go rest."
"Sure thing."
The squire came in, holding a green-sealed envelope. Eriol smiled and took it, studying the envelope. The writing was clearly Syaoran's.



Eriol Hiiragizawa
Lord of Kyros and the Southland
General of the Southland Army
Sorcerer(Merlin-level), etc.
Address: Wherever he is now.

Just like Syaoran. Eriol opened the envelope and pulled out a short letter.

Eriol,
Mom says if you're not coming to the wedding, she'll hunt you down and hang you. Personally, I'd come to the wedding.
You're to be best man- hope you brought a nice suit. Sakura and Yelan are practically plotting to get you married. She doesn't know it, but Lady Tomoyo Daidouji is your future wife. All she knows is that she's to be you escort while you're here. I don't envy you- you'll soon see why. Be nice to her, will you? She's Sakura's close friend, and I'd mine too. I'd hate to have to kill you.
Anyway, I know you'll want to see her in your scrying glass. Hope you're coming soon. We need to discuss the bandits in Southron Forest. I've heard some things...

Syaoran


Eriol smiled thoughtfully. Lady Tomoyo...yet another empty-headed gossip, he thought. He brought his scryin glass, and did the proper spell to give him a shot of Tomoyo. His mirror showed him the dining hall with a soldier and a lady descending the steps. The mirror focused on Tomoyo, the lady. Eriol raised his eyebrows, as one word came to mind: tenshi. She was wearing a fluttering, flattering white dress. She wore little makeup- she didn't need any. Her beautiful lavender eyes were fringed by think dark lashes, and her lips were a natural pink. She had long dark gray hair that somehow had a purple sheen in the light. It fell down wavy, with a jasmine flower tucked behind her ear.
Knockout. Eriol tore himself away from nearly drooling, and scribbled a note to Syaoran.

Syaoran,
Yup, looked in my mirror- real knockout. Won't mind being stuck with her for a month- why do you not envy me? I'll be at the palace in two days.
Eriol
P.S. Oops, forgot a suit.

Getting out of his tent, Eriol gave the note to the squire, who galloped off. Stretching, he went to see his horse, Dodger. He was a coal black stallion with a gray mane and tale.
"We get to the palace tomorrow, Dodger," Eriol said affectionately. "You'll get a good grooming. I will, too- I'll be stuck in some suit." Eriol grimaced, then dug a carrot out of his pocket. "There's some other girl- again," Eriol continued. "No doubt they're trying ot get me to marry her. Yeah, right- I can't stand Court ladies- they're all so superficial. ALl they care about is appearance."
He patted Dodger's now, and stroked him. He had two more days of freedom.




Okay, okay, it was boring. *dodges tomatoes* I PROMISE, next chapter they'll meet. I deserve flamers, so go ahead and review. Sorry for such a sucky chapter....