*My very first CCS fic ever. . . brace yourselves, it could be a disaster!
I hope you all like it, and please review it and let me know if it's
terrible! It is S&S, probably with a little T&E too. WARNING: The
characters in this fic WILL BE OOC!*
Charmed
England, 1517
It was a dark night. The kind of night where evil dwelled in the shadows and people stayed inside the safety of their shanty homes. Dark ominous clouds rolled over the starless sky, breaking every now and then to allow a pale ray of moonlight to escape. Puddles of stagnant water dotted the mud roadways through the sleeping town. Carts filled with straw and wood lined the street, resting until another day of peddling was upon them. The wind howled fiercely, shaking loose scrap shutters on homes and knocking signs about furiously. A stray cat ran across the street and into a dark alley, seeking shelter from the wicked wind.
A woman suddenly burst from the alley, clutching with her a small bundle wrapped in a brown scrap of cloth. Her eyes were green and dull from years of hard work, probably as a peddler. Her face was round and fair, locks of auburn hair poking out from beneath a black cloak. On her hands she wore several rings and bracelets. She was dressed in a long black dress with a cloak covering her bare shoulders. She ran through the night, terrified of what was chasing her.
Up ahead there stood a church near shambles. Boards on the west wall held it up from the outside, and the roof had some holes. A large bell perched on the roof of the building swayed ever so slightly in the howling wind. The woman sprinted to the doors and pounded on them, looking behind her with terror on her youthful face. The door opened on a tired looking young man with brown hair and kind gray eyes.
"Friar, I beg you sanctuary for my child." The woman pleaded, her voice ringing with desperation. She looked behind her once again, then back to the sleepy Friar, who nodded and allowed her to hurry into the damp building. Pews lined the one room structure, most of them falling apart. Water dripped from the ceiling onto the dirt floor, creating mud puddles.
"My child, Friar, is in danger. You must take her and keep her from harm whilst I distract the one who is here to take her life." The woman said quietly, uncovering a tiny baby who looked to have been born only days before. She was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms, dressed in a small dirty brown dress.
"I will care for your child until your return." The Friar replied, taking the small newborn from her mother. Tears sprang to the young woman's eyes as she took a small ring off her finger. She tied it to a cord and placed it with her daughter. The small charm seemed to glow when in contact with the sleeping child's skin. The Friar looked at the woman, who was watching her baby sleep as she cried.
"This child is special, is she not?" The Friar asked. The woman nodded, her tears continuing.
"Yes, she is. She is going to save this world when no other can. My husband and I are charmed, you see." The woman answered, her voice quieting as she said the last sentence. The Friar gasped and looked at the woman in shock.
"Charmed? Why then are you putting your child in the care of a lowly Friar? The two of you combined can destroy any evil who would dare try and harm the head of the Charmed." The Friar asked, confused.
"My husband is dead, killed by the same hand that comes for my own life and the life of our baby. She is not yet able to defend herself. Please, for the sake of my baby and the future of your world as you know it, take her into your care. I will return for her when I am able." The woman replied, tears coming to her once again. She touched the child's tiny hand with her finger once more before kissing her head gently. The baby squirmed slightly, then rested.
"Goodbye, my baby. . . my Sakura." The woman said. She thanked the Friar and darted out the door into the night. Closing the door, the Friar walked back to his small room with the tiny infant and sighed.
"Little one, I am not one to take in children. The church is not in the shape for taking in little ones like yourself. I pray your mother is successful in destroying what is vying for your life." The Friar whispered, laying the baby on his messy bed in the corner of the room. He walked to a small closet and after some rummaging returned with a dusty old cradle.
"This is going to have to do for now, Sakura. You won't be sleeping in this bed for long." The Friar said as he dusted off the cradle and put some old blankets inside it for padding. Very gently, the young man laid the little girl inside, covering her to keep her warm. He took a moment to look at the tiny life as she slept, not knowing anything of what had been happening to her parents. His gray eyes widened as the newborn opened her eyes suddenly, and he found himself staring into two deep pools of jade. As suddenly as the child opened her eyes, she closed them again, and was sleeping soundly.
'You're certainly a special little being, Sakura. I pray your mother is victorious in ridding herself of the darkness that comes for your life.' The Friar thought to himself before blowing out the candle and crawling back into bed.
Meanwhile, the woman was running through a dark alley. Behind her was a tall man dressed in black. He had long brown hair and seemingly black eyes. His cloak flew behind him as he chased after the woman, determined to take her life and the life of the child she was hiding. His face had a fresh cut on his right cheek. He ran behind the woman, catching up to her slowly. She was tiring, and would soon hand over the child who spelled his death. Suddenly, the alley dead ended, and the woman beat her hands against the wall, knowing she was doomed.
"Nadeshiko, turn around and give me the child." The man said, his voice dark and sinister. Nadeshiko turned around and glared at the man with every ounce of hatred she had for him, the murderer of her husband.
"As you can see, I don't have a child. So you are wasting your time, Denitar." Nadeshiko retorted. Denitar took a step toward her, and Nadeshiko cringed with fear. This was it, the end. She was never going to see Sakura ever again. But she was safe, and she would complete her destiny someday thanks to the kind Friar.
"I know you are lying. I know you left the child with the prominent Li Clan. I saw you leave there three days ago with nothing in your arms. I will have the child, Nadeshiko. I will kill it, or make it my weapon to bring this world to its knees." Denitar spat, grabbing Nadeshiko's arm and dragging her roughly to him. She didn't cry out, she only stared into his eyes with bitter hatred.
"It doesn't matter what happens. The prophecy will be fulfilled." Nadeshiko whispered, muttering a spell that knocked Denitar away from her and onto the ground. In a rage, Denitar chanted, and Nadeshiko fell to the ground in pain, her stomach bleeding a river of crimson blood. Undeterred, Nadeshiko cried out another spell, which sent Denitar against the hard stone wall at the end of the alley. Denitar didn't waste another spell on Nadeshiko. He simply picked her up and threw her against the wall. Nadeshiko fell to the ground in a heap and breathed her last.
"Curses! She wasn't to die until she told me where the child was! No matter, I will have your baby soon, Nadeshiko, and you can do nothing about it." Denitar said, kicking the dead body and walking down the alley toward the street. At the end of the alley stood two men, one of which was holding a baby wrapped in brown cloth.
"Your Excellency, we have brought you the child from the Li home as you wished." The shorter man said, running his hand through his rusty red hair with satisfaction. The taller man handed the crying child to Denitar, who smiled wickedly. The graying man also smiled, punching his partner in crime in the arm in celebration. Denitar unwrapped the child and looked at its face. Two amber orbs stared back at him, and Denitar frowned.
"You idiots, this child has amber eyes. This child is not Charmed." Denitar cried, his voice rising. He roughly handed the now wailing baby to the shorter man, who cringed in fear. The taller man walked with Denitar back to Nadeshiko's body, which was still lying on the ground at the end of the alley.
"How do you know that this is not the child of Nadeshiko and Fujitaka?" The tall man asked, his blue eyes blazing. Denitar shook his head and looked at the man with his cold dark eyes.
"The Charmed always have eyes of emerald. That child there, Yftabar, is not Charmed, as he has amber eyes." Denitar replied, walking back to the short man who was holding the child they'd stolen. Denitar took the baby into his arms and smiled wickedly.
"You, my boy, will make the people fear me. Though you are not Charmed, you will instill fear into the hearts of all. " Denitar said maliciously, walking into the misty night, the two men following behind solemnly.
*That's the end for now, review if you think this has some potential! And Yftabar is pronounced yiff-tah-bar for anyone who looked at the name and was like "whaaaa?!" lol! Thanks, everyone, and don't forget to send out a tiny review.*
Charmed
England, 1517
It was a dark night. The kind of night where evil dwelled in the shadows and people stayed inside the safety of their shanty homes. Dark ominous clouds rolled over the starless sky, breaking every now and then to allow a pale ray of moonlight to escape. Puddles of stagnant water dotted the mud roadways through the sleeping town. Carts filled with straw and wood lined the street, resting until another day of peddling was upon them. The wind howled fiercely, shaking loose scrap shutters on homes and knocking signs about furiously. A stray cat ran across the street and into a dark alley, seeking shelter from the wicked wind.
A woman suddenly burst from the alley, clutching with her a small bundle wrapped in a brown scrap of cloth. Her eyes were green and dull from years of hard work, probably as a peddler. Her face was round and fair, locks of auburn hair poking out from beneath a black cloak. On her hands she wore several rings and bracelets. She was dressed in a long black dress with a cloak covering her bare shoulders. She ran through the night, terrified of what was chasing her.
Up ahead there stood a church near shambles. Boards on the west wall held it up from the outside, and the roof had some holes. A large bell perched on the roof of the building swayed ever so slightly in the howling wind. The woman sprinted to the doors and pounded on them, looking behind her with terror on her youthful face. The door opened on a tired looking young man with brown hair and kind gray eyes.
"Friar, I beg you sanctuary for my child." The woman pleaded, her voice ringing with desperation. She looked behind her once again, then back to the sleepy Friar, who nodded and allowed her to hurry into the damp building. Pews lined the one room structure, most of them falling apart. Water dripped from the ceiling onto the dirt floor, creating mud puddles.
"My child, Friar, is in danger. You must take her and keep her from harm whilst I distract the one who is here to take her life." The woman said quietly, uncovering a tiny baby who looked to have been born only days before. She was sleeping peacefully in her mother's arms, dressed in a small dirty brown dress.
"I will care for your child until your return." The Friar replied, taking the small newborn from her mother. Tears sprang to the young woman's eyes as she took a small ring off her finger. She tied it to a cord and placed it with her daughter. The small charm seemed to glow when in contact with the sleeping child's skin. The Friar looked at the woman, who was watching her baby sleep as she cried.
"This child is special, is she not?" The Friar asked. The woman nodded, her tears continuing.
"Yes, she is. She is going to save this world when no other can. My husband and I are charmed, you see." The woman answered, her voice quieting as she said the last sentence. The Friar gasped and looked at the woman in shock.
"Charmed? Why then are you putting your child in the care of a lowly Friar? The two of you combined can destroy any evil who would dare try and harm the head of the Charmed." The Friar asked, confused.
"My husband is dead, killed by the same hand that comes for my own life and the life of our baby. She is not yet able to defend herself. Please, for the sake of my baby and the future of your world as you know it, take her into your care. I will return for her when I am able." The woman replied, tears coming to her once again. She touched the child's tiny hand with her finger once more before kissing her head gently. The baby squirmed slightly, then rested.
"Goodbye, my baby. . . my Sakura." The woman said. She thanked the Friar and darted out the door into the night. Closing the door, the Friar walked back to his small room with the tiny infant and sighed.
"Little one, I am not one to take in children. The church is not in the shape for taking in little ones like yourself. I pray your mother is successful in destroying what is vying for your life." The Friar whispered, laying the baby on his messy bed in the corner of the room. He walked to a small closet and after some rummaging returned with a dusty old cradle.
"This is going to have to do for now, Sakura. You won't be sleeping in this bed for long." The Friar said as he dusted off the cradle and put some old blankets inside it for padding. Very gently, the young man laid the little girl inside, covering her to keep her warm. He took a moment to look at the tiny life as she slept, not knowing anything of what had been happening to her parents. His gray eyes widened as the newborn opened her eyes suddenly, and he found himself staring into two deep pools of jade. As suddenly as the child opened her eyes, she closed them again, and was sleeping soundly.
'You're certainly a special little being, Sakura. I pray your mother is victorious in ridding herself of the darkness that comes for your life.' The Friar thought to himself before blowing out the candle and crawling back into bed.
Meanwhile, the woman was running through a dark alley. Behind her was a tall man dressed in black. He had long brown hair and seemingly black eyes. His cloak flew behind him as he chased after the woman, determined to take her life and the life of the child she was hiding. His face had a fresh cut on his right cheek. He ran behind the woman, catching up to her slowly. She was tiring, and would soon hand over the child who spelled his death. Suddenly, the alley dead ended, and the woman beat her hands against the wall, knowing she was doomed.
"Nadeshiko, turn around and give me the child." The man said, his voice dark and sinister. Nadeshiko turned around and glared at the man with every ounce of hatred she had for him, the murderer of her husband.
"As you can see, I don't have a child. So you are wasting your time, Denitar." Nadeshiko retorted. Denitar took a step toward her, and Nadeshiko cringed with fear. This was it, the end. She was never going to see Sakura ever again. But she was safe, and she would complete her destiny someday thanks to the kind Friar.
"I know you are lying. I know you left the child with the prominent Li Clan. I saw you leave there three days ago with nothing in your arms. I will have the child, Nadeshiko. I will kill it, or make it my weapon to bring this world to its knees." Denitar spat, grabbing Nadeshiko's arm and dragging her roughly to him. She didn't cry out, she only stared into his eyes with bitter hatred.
"It doesn't matter what happens. The prophecy will be fulfilled." Nadeshiko whispered, muttering a spell that knocked Denitar away from her and onto the ground. In a rage, Denitar chanted, and Nadeshiko fell to the ground in pain, her stomach bleeding a river of crimson blood. Undeterred, Nadeshiko cried out another spell, which sent Denitar against the hard stone wall at the end of the alley. Denitar didn't waste another spell on Nadeshiko. He simply picked her up and threw her against the wall. Nadeshiko fell to the ground in a heap and breathed her last.
"Curses! She wasn't to die until she told me where the child was! No matter, I will have your baby soon, Nadeshiko, and you can do nothing about it." Denitar said, kicking the dead body and walking down the alley toward the street. At the end of the alley stood two men, one of which was holding a baby wrapped in brown cloth.
"Your Excellency, we have brought you the child from the Li home as you wished." The shorter man said, running his hand through his rusty red hair with satisfaction. The taller man handed the crying child to Denitar, who smiled wickedly. The graying man also smiled, punching his partner in crime in the arm in celebration. Denitar unwrapped the child and looked at its face. Two amber orbs stared back at him, and Denitar frowned.
"You idiots, this child has amber eyes. This child is not Charmed." Denitar cried, his voice rising. He roughly handed the now wailing baby to the shorter man, who cringed in fear. The taller man walked with Denitar back to Nadeshiko's body, which was still lying on the ground at the end of the alley.
"How do you know that this is not the child of Nadeshiko and Fujitaka?" The tall man asked, his blue eyes blazing. Denitar shook his head and looked at the man with his cold dark eyes.
"The Charmed always have eyes of emerald. That child there, Yftabar, is not Charmed, as he has amber eyes." Denitar replied, walking back to the short man who was holding the child they'd stolen. Denitar took the baby into his arms and smiled wickedly.
"You, my boy, will make the people fear me. Though you are not Charmed, you will instill fear into the hearts of all. " Denitar said maliciously, walking into the misty night, the two men following behind solemnly.
*That's the end for now, review if you think this has some potential! And Yftabar is pronounced yiff-tah-bar for anyone who looked at the name and was like "whaaaa?!" lol! Thanks, everyone, and don't forget to send out a tiny review.*