*Another chapter here for your enjoyment. Thank you to those who have
reviewed, I appreciate it a lot! This is my first CCS fic, and I truly have
worried about if it is good enough. Anyway, on with the story.*
Charmed
"Friar, you have sentenced me to death!" Sakura cried after Phillip and William departed from the church. The Friar sighed and led Sakura back to his room, where he dug through his things hastily. Sakura's emerald eyes held back tears as she nervously paced the tiny room.
"Peace, dear child. All is well, and you are not by any means going with that insolent whelp of a boy tomorrow or any other day for that matter." The Friar answered, calming the young girl as he rummaged through his belongings. He finally returned from the closet with a large book and a small brown pouch tied with gold colored twine.
"What is the meaning of this, good Friar? How will this keep me out of the marriage bed?" Sakura asked, confusion written on her young face. The Friar simply smiled and opened the book to a page marked with a piece of black cloth. His old gray eyes softened as he took the cloth out of the book and fingered it.
"My child, this book holds the key to knowing your destiny. The material in my hands is that of your mother's." The Friar responded, eliciting a gasp of shock from Sakura. She gently took the fibers from the Friar and held them in her hand, looking at the black cloth and noticing the dried blood on a part of it. Her eyes misted, but Sakura didn't cry; she knew her mother had wanted to come back, she just didn't know that she'd died trying.
"My mother isn't coming for me then. She is in Heaven." Sakura whispered, clutching the cloth to her chest and looking down at her naked feet sadly.
"Yes, child your mother is gone. However she told me of a prophecy. It is inside this very book. It states that from the Charmed line, there will be born a girl child. She will be more powerful than any other of her line, as she is born of pure Charmed blood. She will come of age in the hopes of destroying an evil force bent on making this world his own. She will destroy the warrior's heart of stone and ultimately combine with an even greater force to destroy the evil forevermore. So says the prophecy." The Friar stated, his voice low and mysterious as he spoke. Sakura's eyes widened, but she remained confused.
"What has this prophecy to do with me, Friar? I am a normal orphan!" Sakura questioned. The Friar grinned widely and opened the small pouch in his hand.
"Give me your hand, Sakura." The Friar instructed. Sakura hesitantly did as she was asked, and the Friar pulled out a tiny silver ring. Topping it was a small pink stone in the shape of a circle. Sakura looked at the trinket as the Friar slid it onto her slim finger. The ring immediately began to glow with a soft pink light, which covered Sakura from head to toe.
"You are that child, Sakura." The Friar murmured as Sakura gasped in shock. Her garments immediately became different, turning from the old brown dress she was accustomed to wearing to a black sleeveless dress. It was tight around her waist, and flowed to her ankles. Silver embroidery lined the neckline of the dress, which plunged slightly. Her feet were dressed in black leather shoes with silver buckles on them. Her hair was clean and smooth, auburn ringlets cascading down her back.
"It's true then. I am meant to destroy the evil who craves this world." Sakura said after a moment of inspection. The Friar smiled and nodded, reaching into the closet and pulling out a black cloak. He dusted it off, and then tied it around Sakura, allowing the hood to fall behind her.
"It was your mother's. When she was killed, she was brought here for burial. I kept this cloak in hopes that when you came of age, and all of this came to be truth, that you would wear it." The Friar added. Sakura's mouth dropped as she listened; her mother was brought here? That meant she surely was buried somewhere nearby.
"Tell me, Friar. Where does the body of my mother lie?" Sakura asked, pacing the room once again in her new clothes.
"She is buried in the North woods, beside the body of your father. He perished just before your mother, murdered by the same hand." The Friar replied. He walked out of his room, taking Sakura to the pantry where he began packing some provisions.
"I want you to listen to me, child. You must leave this place and fulfill your destiny. You must prevail, or this world as we know it is doomed. Take this, and be on your way." The Friar said, handing a small pouch to Sakura, who looked at him with horrified sea green eyes.
"I don't even know where to begin this quest! Surely you know where I am to go, good Friar?" Sakura cried. When he shook his head, Sakura knew she would have to find out for herself where her path was leading.
"I will go forth, then. Rest assured, this world will not fall into the hands of evil. That is my solemn vow to you." Sakura said bravely, walking to the doorway of the church. By now it was dusk, and the children had been put to bed by the nursemaid. The auburn haired girl looked at the man who had raised her, then embraced him lovingly.
"I will miss you dearly, Sakura. May you be blessed in your travels and safe in your battles." The Friar said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"We will meet again, Friar. I will return to you soon." Sakura answered, turning and walking out of the church and into the dimming light.
Syaoran stretched in his bed and looked around. The dark mahogany wood fit his personality just fine, and the green decorations in his room seemed to remind him of something, but he couldn't figure out what it could be. He stared at the ceiling at the mural painted on it, at the angels fighting the final battle against the devil. Soon he would be fighting against the most evil being in existence, and he didn't even know where to look.
'Tomorrow is the beginning of my quest. I will find this. . . this girl. And I will kill her before she can take what is rightfully mine.' Syaoran thought bitterly. He got out of his bed and walked to the large windows. He opened them and stepped out onto the balcony of his room and looked out over the countryside.
"Soon all of it will be mine. I will do my father's bidding, then the world shall belong to us once again." Syaoran whispered, closing his amber eyes and sighing with contentment as a gentle wind blew against his face. He walked back into his room and climbed back into the large four poster, letting sleep claim him slowly. He began to dream, images flashing into his mind as he slept.
*Dream* Syaoran walked through a dense forest, a sword at his side. He was dressed in black for some reason; green was generally his color of choice. The outfit consisted of black pants resembling tights, and a black tunic with silver embroidery on the seams. The sleeves of his tunic were tight, showing off his muscular arms. Perched on his head was a black beret- looking hat with a white plume. Suddenly Syaoran stopped, looking left and right and narrowing his eyes.
Continuing cautiously, Syaoran suddenly stepped into a clearing. He looked around and noticed two large flat stones in the middle of the clearing, moss overgrowing them for the most part. The grass was short, unlike the overgrown forest he'd just been in. Rays of sunlight streamed through the leaves of the trees, scattering beams of light in different patterns across the ground. Syaoran took a step into the clearing and looked around. Seeing no one, he approached the two stones, which were lying flat against the ground. He noticed the letter N peeking out through the moss, and went to uncover it. Before he could uncover the word written on the stone, he felt a jolt go through his body.
"Augh!" Syaoran cried, falling away from the stone and lying on his back in pain. It felt like a searing blade had been sent through him, and the pain wasn't subsiding. He opened his eyes to see a figure standing over him, but he couldn't make out the face clearly.
"You. . . " he whispered hoarsely, cringing in pain as he struggled to stand. The figure consoled him, her voice melodic to his ears. *End Dream*
Syaoran sat up with a start, sweat running down his handsome face. He realized he had been dreaming, but it had been so real, it startled him. He noticed the sun was beginning to show in the sky, and got out of bed. He was beginning to change into his clothes when Denitar opened the door and walked in, a parcel in his arms.
"My son today is the day. I have brought a gift for you." Denitar said, giving Syaoran the parcel. Syaoran unwrapped it and gasped, noticing it was the exact outfit he had worn in his dream.
"Thank you, father." Syaoran said plainly, changing into it without another word. Denitar looked on as Syaoran looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"You look like a warrior, my son. No go, defeat my enemy, and enjoy the spoils of victory!" Denitar proclaimed. Syaoran frowned with determination and grabbed the hat, placing it on his head and nodding with satisfaction. He had to admit, he looked pretty intimidating in the new clothes.
"I will bring you the head of this girl, father. And the world will belong to us at last!" Syaoran said, grabbing his sword and stalking out the door. Denitar watched Syaoran leave the castle and head into the woods, an evil smile crossing his face.
"Soon you will be dead, Charmed one, and I will have this world in my clutches. . . "
*The end for now, I hope you all liked it! Now I have to study. I have 2 tests tomorrow, and I haven't really prepared for it. . . *sigh*. Thanks for reading!*
Charmed
"Friar, you have sentenced me to death!" Sakura cried after Phillip and William departed from the church. The Friar sighed and led Sakura back to his room, where he dug through his things hastily. Sakura's emerald eyes held back tears as she nervously paced the tiny room.
"Peace, dear child. All is well, and you are not by any means going with that insolent whelp of a boy tomorrow or any other day for that matter." The Friar answered, calming the young girl as he rummaged through his belongings. He finally returned from the closet with a large book and a small brown pouch tied with gold colored twine.
"What is the meaning of this, good Friar? How will this keep me out of the marriage bed?" Sakura asked, confusion written on her young face. The Friar simply smiled and opened the book to a page marked with a piece of black cloth. His old gray eyes softened as he took the cloth out of the book and fingered it.
"My child, this book holds the key to knowing your destiny. The material in my hands is that of your mother's." The Friar responded, eliciting a gasp of shock from Sakura. She gently took the fibers from the Friar and held them in her hand, looking at the black cloth and noticing the dried blood on a part of it. Her eyes misted, but Sakura didn't cry; she knew her mother had wanted to come back, she just didn't know that she'd died trying.
"My mother isn't coming for me then. She is in Heaven." Sakura whispered, clutching the cloth to her chest and looking down at her naked feet sadly.
"Yes, child your mother is gone. However she told me of a prophecy. It is inside this very book. It states that from the Charmed line, there will be born a girl child. She will be more powerful than any other of her line, as she is born of pure Charmed blood. She will come of age in the hopes of destroying an evil force bent on making this world his own. She will destroy the warrior's heart of stone and ultimately combine with an even greater force to destroy the evil forevermore. So says the prophecy." The Friar stated, his voice low and mysterious as he spoke. Sakura's eyes widened, but she remained confused.
"What has this prophecy to do with me, Friar? I am a normal orphan!" Sakura questioned. The Friar grinned widely and opened the small pouch in his hand.
"Give me your hand, Sakura." The Friar instructed. Sakura hesitantly did as she was asked, and the Friar pulled out a tiny silver ring. Topping it was a small pink stone in the shape of a circle. Sakura looked at the trinket as the Friar slid it onto her slim finger. The ring immediately began to glow with a soft pink light, which covered Sakura from head to toe.
"You are that child, Sakura." The Friar murmured as Sakura gasped in shock. Her garments immediately became different, turning from the old brown dress she was accustomed to wearing to a black sleeveless dress. It was tight around her waist, and flowed to her ankles. Silver embroidery lined the neckline of the dress, which plunged slightly. Her feet were dressed in black leather shoes with silver buckles on them. Her hair was clean and smooth, auburn ringlets cascading down her back.
"It's true then. I am meant to destroy the evil who craves this world." Sakura said after a moment of inspection. The Friar smiled and nodded, reaching into the closet and pulling out a black cloak. He dusted it off, and then tied it around Sakura, allowing the hood to fall behind her.
"It was your mother's. When she was killed, she was brought here for burial. I kept this cloak in hopes that when you came of age, and all of this came to be truth, that you would wear it." The Friar added. Sakura's mouth dropped as she listened; her mother was brought here? That meant she surely was buried somewhere nearby.
"Tell me, Friar. Where does the body of my mother lie?" Sakura asked, pacing the room once again in her new clothes.
"She is buried in the North woods, beside the body of your father. He perished just before your mother, murdered by the same hand." The Friar replied. He walked out of his room, taking Sakura to the pantry where he began packing some provisions.
"I want you to listen to me, child. You must leave this place and fulfill your destiny. You must prevail, or this world as we know it is doomed. Take this, and be on your way." The Friar said, handing a small pouch to Sakura, who looked at him with horrified sea green eyes.
"I don't even know where to begin this quest! Surely you know where I am to go, good Friar?" Sakura cried. When he shook his head, Sakura knew she would have to find out for herself where her path was leading.
"I will go forth, then. Rest assured, this world will not fall into the hands of evil. That is my solemn vow to you." Sakura said bravely, walking to the doorway of the church. By now it was dusk, and the children had been put to bed by the nursemaid. The auburn haired girl looked at the man who had raised her, then embraced him lovingly.
"I will miss you dearly, Sakura. May you be blessed in your travels and safe in your battles." The Friar said, his voice cracking with emotion.
"We will meet again, Friar. I will return to you soon." Sakura answered, turning and walking out of the church and into the dimming light.
Syaoran stretched in his bed and looked around. The dark mahogany wood fit his personality just fine, and the green decorations in his room seemed to remind him of something, but he couldn't figure out what it could be. He stared at the ceiling at the mural painted on it, at the angels fighting the final battle against the devil. Soon he would be fighting against the most evil being in existence, and he didn't even know where to look.
'Tomorrow is the beginning of my quest. I will find this. . . this girl. And I will kill her before she can take what is rightfully mine.' Syaoran thought bitterly. He got out of his bed and walked to the large windows. He opened them and stepped out onto the balcony of his room and looked out over the countryside.
"Soon all of it will be mine. I will do my father's bidding, then the world shall belong to us once again." Syaoran whispered, closing his amber eyes and sighing with contentment as a gentle wind blew against his face. He walked back into his room and climbed back into the large four poster, letting sleep claim him slowly. He began to dream, images flashing into his mind as he slept.
*Dream* Syaoran walked through a dense forest, a sword at his side. He was dressed in black for some reason; green was generally his color of choice. The outfit consisted of black pants resembling tights, and a black tunic with silver embroidery on the seams. The sleeves of his tunic were tight, showing off his muscular arms. Perched on his head was a black beret- looking hat with a white plume. Suddenly Syaoran stopped, looking left and right and narrowing his eyes.
Continuing cautiously, Syaoran suddenly stepped into a clearing. He looked around and noticed two large flat stones in the middle of the clearing, moss overgrowing them for the most part. The grass was short, unlike the overgrown forest he'd just been in. Rays of sunlight streamed through the leaves of the trees, scattering beams of light in different patterns across the ground. Syaoran took a step into the clearing and looked around. Seeing no one, he approached the two stones, which were lying flat against the ground. He noticed the letter N peeking out through the moss, and went to uncover it. Before he could uncover the word written on the stone, he felt a jolt go through his body.
"Augh!" Syaoran cried, falling away from the stone and lying on his back in pain. It felt like a searing blade had been sent through him, and the pain wasn't subsiding. He opened his eyes to see a figure standing over him, but he couldn't make out the face clearly.
"You. . . " he whispered hoarsely, cringing in pain as he struggled to stand. The figure consoled him, her voice melodic to his ears. *End Dream*
Syaoran sat up with a start, sweat running down his handsome face. He realized he had been dreaming, but it had been so real, it startled him. He noticed the sun was beginning to show in the sky, and got out of bed. He was beginning to change into his clothes when Denitar opened the door and walked in, a parcel in his arms.
"My son today is the day. I have brought a gift for you." Denitar said, giving Syaoran the parcel. Syaoran unwrapped it and gasped, noticing it was the exact outfit he had worn in his dream.
"Thank you, father." Syaoran said plainly, changing into it without another word. Denitar looked on as Syaoran looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"You look like a warrior, my son. No go, defeat my enemy, and enjoy the spoils of victory!" Denitar proclaimed. Syaoran frowned with determination and grabbed the hat, placing it on his head and nodding with satisfaction. He had to admit, he looked pretty intimidating in the new clothes.
"I will bring you the head of this girl, father. And the world will belong to us at last!" Syaoran said, grabbing his sword and stalking out the door. Denitar watched Syaoran leave the castle and head into the woods, an evil smile crossing his face.
"Soon you will be dead, Charmed one, and I will have this world in my clutches. . . "
*The end for now, I hope you all liked it! Now I have to study. I have 2 tests tomorrow, and I haven't really prepared for it. . . *sigh*. Thanks for reading!*