Ohayo!

Sorry guys! I was trying to put in html, but I guess I'm not so good with computer stuff, ne? Well, I guess I'll stop with the wierd html stuff. I'll try to replace the 2nd chappie, seeing as it's so screwed up. Heh heh.

Well, there's not much to say, but I hope you've been enjoying the story so far...^_^ I know I like writing it! Yay, it's the chappie where Syaoran gets to play judge!!!! Hehe!

I've been thinking about the end of this fanfic, and as the original ending is tragic, I was thinking maybe I could change it. If you guys have any ideas at ALL on how I can make the ending happier, but still effective, I thank you forever ^.^!

Once again, please do not sue me, I do not own Cardcaptor Sakura or the Illiad. I do, however, own lint. ^_~

Here goes!

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The stink of the battlefield clouded Sakura's mind. As always, when worrying about Syaoran, Sakura's heart was wrung out. Some of the men's wives had seemingly gotten used to this routine of helping their men into their armor, possibly for the last time, but in truth, Sakura knew that no one felt as carefree as they acted. The men may be the defenders of the city, but the women are the ones who suffer...each morning they tie a weight to their hearts, the weight being the safety of their loved ones. If their lovers die, how much more will their heart be in pain? This desolation wreaked it's havoc on Sakura, she felt a million years older than she actually was, although she still retained her heavenly perfection given to her by the goddess Aphrodite.

Aphrodite was the most powerful goddess. At least, that's what Sakura thought. Aphrodite could turn men's lives upside-down, and ruin the lives of ordinary people. Aphrodite...given the humongous charge of love. Love, swifter than an arrow, less logical than anything else in the world. Love, that can make people do the silliest, and sometimes, most dangerous, things.

Sakura sighed and turned away from the outside world, her slim hand lightly resting on her cheek, and then smiled happily. Syaoran should return soon, and after a hard day's battle should want a hot meal and an inviting wife. Whatever would I do were he to not come back...

~~~~~~~~~~~9 years ago~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hong Kong

Left. Right. Down. Right. Kick. Jump. Up. Lef-

¡°Syaoran-kun!!!!!¡± A shrill voice broke through Syaoran¡¯s concentration.

¡°Nani (what)?¡± Syaoran looked up from his training, annoyed, only to gaze wearily at his new fianc¨¦e, Li Meiling, a princess of the Li kingdom, and his cousin. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of one hand, and walked towards where the towels were, draping it over his broad shoulders.

¡°Auntie Yelan says you must sleep early tonight as you are leaving tomorrow for Japan. I¡¯ll miss you soooooo much!¡± Meiling wailed. ¡°Hey, matte (wait)¡­¡± Meiling¡¯s ruby eyes narrowed suspiciously. ¡°What are you going there for anyways?¡±

Syaoran sighed. Since he had come back to the palace a year ago, Meiling had clung onto him like crazy, and his parents finally agreed to them being betrothed. What good is being a prince when you don¡¯t even have a choice on who you get to marry? After toweling his hair off, Syaoran walked off towards his quarters, ignoring Meiling.

¡°Matte Syaoran-kun!!!!!! They want to find you a Japanese bride, don¡¯t they? Well, they CAN¡¯T!!! I¡¯m already betrothed to you and we¡¯ll live happily ever after and¡­¡± Meiling¡¯s piercing statements eventually faded away from his mind as he headed off to his room, thinking of his new adventure to come.

Not even bothering to change his clothes, Syaoran flung himself, wearied, onto his bed, and drifted off into the world of slumber.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Syaoran¡¯s dream~~~~~~~~~~~

As Syaoran woke up groggily, he found himself lying on a spotless, marble floor. Huh? What am I doing here¡­ He pushed himself up from the floor, only to see three very regal ladies standing on a marble platform several feet before him. They didn¡¯t seem to notice him, and were arguing among themselves. Syaoran could only catch snippets of their conversation.

¡°¡­but obviously I¡¯m the one¡­as the goddess of beauty¡­¡±

¡°Come, come, Aphrodite, we all know¡­isn¡¯t about beauty¡­bribes¡­¡±

Syaoran strained to hear more.

¡°If he were truly a fair judge¡­to me¡­¡±

Suddenly, one of the three ladies noticed him, her foamy deer eyes gazing at him, her sensual body calling out to him, her very form radiating beauty. She looked at him meaningfully before opening those dainty pink lips and calling out to the others.

¡°Look, he¡¯s awake.¡± Her voice was heavenly soft, filled with the silkiness of charm. How beautiful¡­

The other two abrubtly stopped arguing, and turned to face him. A very majestic lady stepped forward, her cold eyes looking him over. ¡°Ah, so Hermes has brought him. Good.¡± Syaoran shuddered slightly under her icy gaze.

The third one, with an owl on her shoulder, looked at him, and he saw in her eyes wisdom and knowledge, and secrets of the universe from the beginning of time. Her gaze seemed to see right through his body to his soul.

That¡¯s when he realized¡­these were goddesses; Aphrodite, goddess of beauty and love, Hera, wife of Zeus and goddess of marriage, and Athena, goddess of wisdom and strategy. Syaoran almost froze with the shock of the knowledge, but then overcame the fear and bowed down low.

¡°Goddesses¡­¡±

Hera stood forward, and walked down the paved marble steps down from the platform, and stopped right in front of him.

¡°I see you recognize us. We are here today because of a slight¡­disagreement. There is an apple, an apple of the purest gold, with the words ¡°To the fairest¡± inscribed on it. You have been appointed as our judge, and shall choose which of us is most beautiful.¡± Hera nodded, and a servant Syaoran had not realized was there appeared with a golden apple on a cushion. Syaoran gaped. He could¡¯ve sworn the man was not there before.

Hera looked at him sternly, and he gulped. ¡°If you choose to award me this prize, I shall bestow upon you riches and honor, more than anyone has ever dreamed of.¡± After saying this, Hera stepped back, and Athena came up.

¡°If you choose to award me this prize, I shall bestow upon you the wisdom and cunning that no man has ever possessed.¡± She, likewise, stepped back, and the goddess who had entranced him since he arrived stepped forward.

She, standing in all her glory and radiance, merely smiled. Syaoran stared at her, transfixed. Her pale, marble-like arms shone with light. Her hair was in waves, caressing her supple body. Her slender waist flowed down into two willowy legs, and it seemed to Syaoran as if she was the wind itself, so smoothly and gracefully did she move. Becoming uncomfortable with the silence, Hera coughed.

Syaoran started, and, although he wanted to admire the goddess even more, he was scared of the goddess¡¯ wrath. Some mighty warrior you are, frightened of a woman. Even if she is a goddess¡­

Then, Aphrodite opened her perfect little mouth. ¡°Choose me, Syaoran-kun.¡± She seemed to caress Syaorans¡¯ name with her toungue. ¡°Choose me, and you will have the most beautiful lady in the world as your wife.¡±

Syaoran¡¯s mouth seemed to move on its own. ¡°Surely none can be more beautiful than you, Lady.¡±

The other two goddesses sucked in their breath. ¡°Is that your final decision?¡± Athena and Hera gazed at him, their faces showing anger, sorrow, jealousy, and hope at once.

Syoaran nodded, and handed Aphrodite the apple. Suddenly, the beautiful white room he was standing in swirled into nothingness.

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Ooooh! That was fun. This is a pretty long chappie, yay!! I luv Syaoran-kun! Hehe!

My favorite stories are ALL by little wolf LOVER. Little wolf LOVER is the BEST author ever. Wild Things!, Queen of the Wolves, The meaning of love, and the Galatian Queen are my favorite stories, and they¡¯re all by little wolf LOVER. Read those stories, they¡¯re the BEST!!!!!

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