*Chapter two! Yay! I am thinking that this fic is going to turn out to be
something! In this chapter, seventeen years have passed, and Sakura's
growing up. See how the events pan out and read!*
Charmed
Medieval England, 1534
The sun shone brightly down on the church, its warm rays falling upon the green grass in the front yard. In the seventeen years that had passed, many things had happened. Martin Luther had written the Wittenberg Theses, and the Reformation was beginning. The church had become popular again; the townspeople started returning to worship within its walls. Over time, money scraped together helped to fix the damage inside and out, and the structure was now in good condition. Inside the pews were new and untouched by the elements.
Outside the church, playing among the gravestones, were several small children ranging in age from about four to nine. A man in his mid fifties stood at the heavy wooden door, watching the children play. He had only started the orphanage within the church less than fifteen years before, after he had been left with a small child to tend to. Her mother had never returned, and the little girl left behind made for the beginning of the Chesterton Orphanage.
"Sakura! Sakura!" a girl around six called, running into the church and into a small room. Inside the tiny room slept a young woman around the age of seventeen. She had shoulder length auburn hair and a round pretty face. Her eyes opened, revealing a dazzling green hue.
"What is it, Katherine?" Sakura asked, stretching and slowly rising from her bed. The small child clung to the older girl's brown dress and cried out.
"Markus stole my dolly, Sakura!" Katherine wailed, tears forming in the little girl's cinnamon eyes. Sakura scooped the child up into her arms and proceeded out of the room and into the sunlight. She set the redhead down beside another little redhead with identical cinnamon eyes.
"Markus, give your sister back her doll, please." Sakura said, making the boy produce a cruddy old doll. He handed it to his sister, then stuck his tongue out at the little girl as she skipped away. Sighing, Sakura joined the Friar at the steps, taking a seat next to him.
"Good morrow, Friar." Sakura said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling. The Friar nodded his good morning and smiled.
"I had the most peculiar dream last night, Friar. Like none I have ever had. I dreamt I was running away from something, and I ran here, to you. And I gave you something. . . something small. Then I ran away. What could that possibly mean?" Sakura said, absently plucking the petals off a daisy she found on the ground nearby. The Friar's gray eyes widened as he heard the girl speak, and he stood suddenly and ushered Sakura to follow him.
Sakura walked with the Friar without a word, following him into the back of the church to where his room was. He opened the door and allowed Sakura to enter, and she sat down in a feeble old chair quietly.
"Sakura, there is something you need to know." The Friar said quietly, searching through his belongings for something.
"Friar, is something troubling you? Has it something to do with my dream?" Sakura asked, becoming worried. The Friar started to speak, but heard a man's voice inside the church. He instructed Sakura to stay still, and walked out to greet the man outside.
"Syaoran! Syaoran, where are you?" an old man around sixty five called. He was walking through the halls of a great castle, searching the rooms. His blue eyes wandered about the many rooms, until he found what he was looking for in a large dark room.
"Syaoran! Did you not hear me calling?" the man asked. A young man around seventeen turned around and faced the old man, his amber eyes watching him coldly.
"Aye, I heard you, Yftabar. I chose, however, not to reply." Syaoran answered, running a hand through his thick brown hair and turning his attention back to the book he was reading.
"Your father craves word with you, Syaoran." Yftabar said, motioning for the boy to follow him. Syaoran sniffed, then followed the old man through the halls to the dining hall, where Denitar was eating with a man with red hair sprinkled with gray. He looked to be in his early fifties. Upon Syaoran's entrance, Denitar stood and embraced the boy.
"There he is, the future Prince of England. How are you today, Syaoran?" Denitar asked, his dark eyes sparkling with evil. Syaoran smirked and took his place at the table, helping himself to the food.
"I am well, father. Stronger than ever." Syaoran replied, taking a bite of chicken and chewing it thoughtfully.
"I'd say your son is ready for the challenge, Denitar." The redheaded man piped in suddenly, causing the boy to look at the old men, then his father curiously.
"Challenge?" Syaoran asked, confused. All his life he was being prepared for something big, he knew that. Was this the event he had been waiting so long for? Denitar nodded his head and smiled evilly.
"Yes, I concur with you, Malistroi. My son is ready to defend his home and conquer what is rightly ours." Denitar said, looking at his son and laughing at his confused face.
"You, my boy are going to be my warrior. You're going to win back what was stolen from us so long ago. Do you remember the lessons I taught you, Syaoran?" Denitar asked. Syaoran nodded, his eyes darkening.
"Yes, father. I know the story. About how once our family ruled this world in its entirety. How the Charmed line destroyed my mother and everyone else in our line but you and myself. I remember how they freed the world from our control and banished us. If it is the world you want, father, I will have it for you." Syaoran said, his voice angry and filled with evil.
"Very good, my son. Now go, prepare yourself. You depart this castle at dawn tomorrow to find your enemy and destroy her. Only then will this world be ours again." Denitar ordered. Syaoran stood and bowed, then turned to leave, his green cloak flowing behind him as he stalked out of the dining hall and back to his room.
"Things are turning out nicely." Malistroi said, rubbing his hands together cruelly.
"Yes, all these years of corrupting him have paid off, Denitar. He is convinced that the Charmed line is evil and he will do anything to stop the girl. I can feel the world falling into our hands as we speak, however I have one important question." Yftabar added.
"What could there be to question? Syaoran is going to kill that girl, and we will have no problem taking this place for ourselves." Malistroi argued. Denitar silenced the two bickering men and laughed evilly.
"I know the question and the answer. After he kills the girl we will have no further need of him. Syaoran will die before he can fulfill his own destiny." Denitar hissed, his dark eyes narrowing. Together the three men laughed and celebrated their coming victory.
The Friar walked back into his room and motioned for Sakura to rise and join him. Sakura obliged, and followed the Friar out the door to the altar, where a young man was standing with an older man. The blonde looked at Sakura with longing blue eyes.
"Sakura, this is Phillip of Canterbury. His son William is interested in taking your hand in marriage. Wilt thou consent?" The Friar asked. Sakura was astounded for a moment, and she looked at William with confused green eyes.
"Friar, you have been most good to me. But I cannot accept this match." Sakura replied quietly, turning and running into her room and leaving the three men alone. William turned to her father and frowned, and Phillip looked at the Friar angrily.
"You promised me, Matthew, that I would leave this church with a daughter in law. Now I must demand you go and fetch that child of yours and bring her to us at once!" Phillip demanded, his face reddening.
"Phillip, you have been a friend to me for years, and your generous contributions to my humble orphanage is a blessing, but Sakura is. . . special. Is there no one else young William fancies?" The Friar asked, desperately looking at William.
"I will have no one but her. She will be my wife." William said stubbornly. The Friar sighed and walked to Sakura's room, where she was sitting on her bed in silence, her hands in her lap.
"Friar, I am sorry but I cannot marry William. I have a feeling. . . that I am meant for something else. I understand it's strange, but I feel it every day." Sakura said, her emerald eyes searching for understanding from the kind Friar.
"I understand, child. You have been special since the night you came here. Do you remember the story?" The Friar answered. Sakura nodded, a small smile crossing her beautiful face.
"It was a dark night. My mother loved me very much, but couldn't keep me. She left me here and told you that I was going to do something important someday." Sakura stated, rubbing her hands together and standing up suddenly.
"What is it, my child?" The Friar asked, concerned for the young woman he had raised and grown to love. Sakura paced the room, thinking hard.
"I need to leave, Friar. I cannot surrender my freedom to William, I have not completed what I was born to do. I know it. You must stall for me whilst I climb out the window and escape." Sakura cried, her eyes wide with excitement. The Friar shook his head and took hold of Sakura's slim arm.
"I have a better idea. Follow my lead, child." The Friar replied, leading Sakura out to the foyer where William and Phillip were waiting.
"She has consented, but on one condition." The Friar stated. Sakura's eyes widened when she heard this, and her eyes misted with tears for a moment. She watched William look her over with lust in his eyes, and felt her stomach turn in disgust.
"She may have one condition. However that is all I will grant." Phillip replied to William's dismay. Smiling falsely, the Friar continued.
"Give her tonight. Fetch her tomorrow, and she will be a happily blushing bride for your William." The Friar asked. Sakura took a breath and watched William lick his lips. She turned her eyes from him and internally prayed Phillip would accept the offer.
"Agreed. Have her clean and dressed at dawn." Phillip muttered. Before he turned to leave, William kissed Sakura's cheek. Sakura stared stonily ahead as he whispered into her ear.
"Tomorrow night will be the best night of my life thanks to you. You will be a perfect ornament for my mantle, Sakura." He said, moving along with his father out the door. Sakura shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. What had the Friar gotten her into?
*The end for now, keep watching for an additional chapter! Thanks a lot!*
Charmed
Medieval England, 1534
The sun shone brightly down on the church, its warm rays falling upon the green grass in the front yard. In the seventeen years that had passed, many things had happened. Martin Luther had written the Wittenberg Theses, and the Reformation was beginning. The church had become popular again; the townspeople started returning to worship within its walls. Over time, money scraped together helped to fix the damage inside and out, and the structure was now in good condition. Inside the pews were new and untouched by the elements.
Outside the church, playing among the gravestones, were several small children ranging in age from about four to nine. A man in his mid fifties stood at the heavy wooden door, watching the children play. He had only started the orphanage within the church less than fifteen years before, after he had been left with a small child to tend to. Her mother had never returned, and the little girl left behind made for the beginning of the Chesterton Orphanage.
"Sakura! Sakura!" a girl around six called, running into the church and into a small room. Inside the tiny room slept a young woman around the age of seventeen. She had shoulder length auburn hair and a round pretty face. Her eyes opened, revealing a dazzling green hue.
"What is it, Katherine?" Sakura asked, stretching and slowly rising from her bed. The small child clung to the older girl's brown dress and cried out.
"Markus stole my dolly, Sakura!" Katherine wailed, tears forming in the little girl's cinnamon eyes. Sakura scooped the child up into her arms and proceeded out of the room and into the sunlight. She set the redhead down beside another little redhead with identical cinnamon eyes.
"Markus, give your sister back her doll, please." Sakura said, making the boy produce a cruddy old doll. He handed it to his sister, then stuck his tongue out at the little girl as she skipped away. Sighing, Sakura joined the Friar at the steps, taking a seat next to him.
"Good morrow, Friar." Sakura said cheerfully, her eyes sparkling. The Friar nodded his good morning and smiled.
"I had the most peculiar dream last night, Friar. Like none I have ever had. I dreamt I was running away from something, and I ran here, to you. And I gave you something. . . something small. Then I ran away. What could that possibly mean?" Sakura said, absently plucking the petals off a daisy she found on the ground nearby. The Friar's gray eyes widened as he heard the girl speak, and he stood suddenly and ushered Sakura to follow him.
Sakura walked with the Friar without a word, following him into the back of the church to where his room was. He opened the door and allowed Sakura to enter, and she sat down in a feeble old chair quietly.
"Sakura, there is something you need to know." The Friar said quietly, searching through his belongings for something.
"Friar, is something troubling you? Has it something to do with my dream?" Sakura asked, becoming worried. The Friar started to speak, but heard a man's voice inside the church. He instructed Sakura to stay still, and walked out to greet the man outside.
"Syaoran! Syaoran, where are you?" an old man around sixty five called. He was walking through the halls of a great castle, searching the rooms. His blue eyes wandered about the many rooms, until he found what he was looking for in a large dark room.
"Syaoran! Did you not hear me calling?" the man asked. A young man around seventeen turned around and faced the old man, his amber eyes watching him coldly.
"Aye, I heard you, Yftabar. I chose, however, not to reply." Syaoran answered, running a hand through his thick brown hair and turning his attention back to the book he was reading.
"Your father craves word with you, Syaoran." Yftabar said, motioning for the boy to follow him. Syaoran sniffed, then followed the old man through the halls to the dining hall, where Denitar was eating with a man with red hair sprinkled with gray. He looked to be in his early fifties. Upon Syaoran's entrance, Denitar stood and embraced the boy.
"There he is, the future Prince of England. How are you today, Syaoran?" Denitar asked, his dark eyes sparkling with evil. Syaoran smirked and took his place at the table, helping himself to the food.
"I am well, father. Stronger than ever." Syaoran replied, taking a bite of chicken and chewing it thoughtfully.
"I'd say your son is ready for the challenge, Denitar." The redheaded man piped in suddenly, causing the boy to look at the old men, then his father curiously.
"Challenge?" Syaoran asked, confused. All his life he was being prepared for something big, he knew that. Was this the event he had been waiting so long for? Denitar nodded his head and smiled evilly.
"Yes, I concur with you, Malistroi. My son is ready to defend his home and conquer what is rightly ours." Denitar said, looking at his son and laughing at his confused face.
"You, my boy are going to be my warrior. You're going to win back what was stolen from us so long ago. Do you remember the lessons I taught you, Syaoran?" Denitar asked. Syaoran nodded, his eyes darkening.
"Yes, father. I know the story. About how once our family ruled this world in its entirety. How the Charmed line destroyed my mother and everyone else in our line but you and myself. I remember how they freed the world from our control and banished us. If it is the world you want, father, I will have it for you." Syaoran said, his voice angry and filled with evil.
"Very good, my son. Now go, prepare yourself. You depart this castle at dawn tomorrow to find your enemy and destroy her. Only then will this world be ours again." Denitar ordered. Syaoran stood and bowed, then turned to leave, his green cloak flowing behind him as he stalked out of the dining hall and back to his room.
"Things are turning out nicely." Malistroi said, rubbing his hands together cruelly.
"Yes, all these years of corrupting him have paid off, Denitar. He is convinced that the Charmed line is evil and he will do anything to stop the girl. I can feel the world falling into our hands as we speak, however I have one important question." Yftabar added.
"What could there be to question? Syaoran is going to kill that girl, and we will have no problem taking this place for ourselves." Malistroi argued. Denitar silenced the two bickering men and laughed evilly.
"I know the question and the answer. After he kills the girl we will have no further need of him. Syaoran will die before he can fulfill his own destiny." Denitar hissed, his dark eyes narrowing. Together the three men laughed and celebrated their coming victory.
The Friar walked back into his room and motioned for Sakura to rise and join him. Sakura obliged, and followed the Friar out the door to the altar, where a young man was standing with an older man. The blonde looked at Sakura with longing blue eyes.
"Sakura, this is Phillip of Canterbury. His son William is interested in taking your hand in marriage. Wilt thou consent?" The Friar asked. Sakura was astounded for a moment, and she looked at William with confused green eyes.
"Friar, you have been most good to me. But I cannot accept this match." Sakura replied quietly, turning and running into her room and leaving the three men alone. William turned to her father and frowned, and Phillip looked at the Friar angrily.
"You promised me, Matthew, that I would leave this church with a daughter in law. Now I must demand you go and fetch that child of yours and bring her to us at once!" Phillip demanded, his face reddening.
"Phillip, you have been a friend to me for years, and your generous contributions to my humble orphanage is a blessing, but Sakura is. . . special. Is there no one else young William fancies?" The Friar asked, desperately looking at William.
"I will have no one but her. She will be my wife." William said stubbornly. The Friar sighed and walked to Sakura's room, where she was sitting on her bed in silence, her hands in her lap.
"Friar, I am sorry but I cannot marry William. I have a feeling. . . that I am meant for something else. I understand it's strange, but I feel it every day." Sakura said, her emerald eyes searching for understanding from the kind Friar.
"I understand, child. You have been special since the night you came here. Do you remember the story?" The Friar answered. Sakura nodded, a small smile crossing her beautiful face.
"It was a dark night. My mother loved me very much, but couldn't keep me. She left me here and told you that I was going to do something important someday." Sakura stated, rubbing her hands together and standing up suddenly.
"What is it, my child?" The Friar asked, concerned for the young woman he had raised and grown to love. Sakura paced the room, thinking hard.
"I need to leave, Friar. I cannot surrender my freedom to William, I have not completed what I was born to do. I know it. You must stall for me whilst I climb out the window and escape." Sakura cried, her eyes wide with excitement. The Friar shook his head and took hold of Sakura's slim arm.
"I have a better idea. Follow my lead, child." The Friar replied, leading Sakura out to the foyer where William and Phillip were waiting.
"She has consented, but on one condition." The Friar stated. Sakura's eyes widened when she heard this, and her eyes misted with tears for a moment. She watched William look her over with lust in his eyes, and felt her stomach turn in disgust.
"She may have one condition. However that is all I will grant." Phillip replied to William's dismay. Smiling falsely, the Friar continued.
"Give her tonight. Fetch her tomorrow, and she will be a happily blushing bride for your William." The Friar asked. Sakura took a breath and watched William lick his lips. She turned her eyes from him and internally prayed Phillip would accept the offer.
"Agreed. Have her clean and dressed at dawn." Phillip muttered. Before he turned to leave, William kissed Sakura's cheek. Sakura stared stonily ahead as he whispered into her ear.
"Tomorrow night will be the best night of my life thanks to you. You will be a perfect ornament for my mantle, Sakura." He said, moving along with his father out the door. Sakura shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. What had the Friar gotten her into?
*The end for now, keep watching for an additional chapter! Thanks a lot!*