*Okay, it's snowing outside! Yay! I love snow, and snow means it's going to
be my birthday soon! December 10th is only a few more weeks away! Anyway, I
got bored so I decided to write some more for your enjoyment!*
Charmed
Sakura looked at the man standing in front of her. A feeling of worry shot through her as she looked the man over. He was wearing a black outfit similar to Syaoran's only it had a black cape with a red interior on it. He was tall with long brown hair that was graying. On his right cheek there was a scar running from right below his eye diagonally to his jawbone. He was looking at Sakura like she was a prize, which made her shudder slightly.
"It is a pleasure, Sakura. I am Denitar, Lord of this castle. I see my son Syaoran has become quite attached to you in such a short amount of time. You may abide within the castle walls until he returns, my child." Denitar said, trying his best not to kill the child on the spot.
"I thank you kindly, Lord Denitar." Sakura said politely. Syaoran started for the door, but turned and took Sakura's hands in his.
"I will return for you, love." Syaoran said bravely, kissing Sakura's lips ever so gently. Sakura returned the kiss, then watched as Syaoran left the castle and made his way back toward the forest. Sakura turned back to Denitar, who was wringing his hands excitedly.
"Well my child, you must be freezing. Come, sit by the fire. I will have one of my men prepare you a room." Denitar said, leading Sakura into the well furnished sitting room. Sakura sat in front of the fire and warmed her hands, not knowing Denitar was standing at the doorway with Malistroi and Yftabar.
"It is true then? Syaoran brought the girl here?" Malistroi whispered hoarsely.
"And he doesn't know she is the Charmed one?" Yftabar added, his eyes glimmering. Denitar smiled maliciously and nodded.
"He has no idea that the child he is to kill is the one he has brought right into my own home. When he cannot find the girl, he will return here. It is then I will tell him about Sakura's tragic death, and kill him as well. It is too perfect." Denitar whispered, looking at the redhead and grinning like a fiend.
Syaoran reached the small town about an hour after leaving the castle. It was cold, and all the huts and shops were boarded up to keep the biting wind out of the buildings. At the end of the street there stood a large church. Syaoran walked down the street, looking at people as they watched him pass by. They were dressed modestly, and his rich looking clothes made him appear royal. He passed a small brick and mud house with four older girls sitting outside. They were all dressed in brown muslin dresses, and were sewing and chattering outside in the cold.
'Strange. . . ' Syaoran thought as he continued. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew the girls, but had not even laid eyes on them before that moment. At the end of the dirt street there was a path in the grass leading toward the South woods. Syaoran decided to make his way toward that area in hopes of quickly finding and destroying the Charmed one.
"Friar, when is Sakura coming home? I miss her!" Syaoran heard a little girl call out from within the church walls. He walked closer, noticing one of the windows was slightly ajar. He peeked in and saw an older man sitting with about seven little boys and girls.
"She will be returning to us soon." The Friar replied, patting the child's head and setting her down to play with the other children.
'Could it be. . . my Sakura?' Syaoran thought, walking around to the door of the church. When he knocked on the door, it opened to reveal the kind Friar, dressed in heavy brown robes.
"Yes? What can I do for you, son?" The Friar asked, his eyes soft and kind. Syaoran took off his hat and bowed politely to the Friar, who nodded in return.
"My name is Syaoran, and I couldn't help but overhear you and the children talking about a girl named Sakura." Syaoran said, a little nervously.
"Yes, do you know her?" The Friar asked, moving aside and letting Syaoran into the small church.
"She is small, with auburn hair and amazing green eyes, is she not?" Syaoran asked. The Friar nodded and smiled.
"Have you word about her?" The Friar asked.
"She is staying at my castle as of now. I have fallen in love with her, and before I go to battle, I must ask you for her hand in marriage." Syaoran rushed. He was startled at his sudden outburst. In fact, he was startled by the way he was acting in general. He had never been so warm, so loving.
"I haven't her hand to give. Sakura is a special girl, her hand is her own to give." The Friar answered. Syaoran nodded, understanding. He would have to go back to the castle and ask Sakura for her hand himself.
"Where is the castle from which you hail, young Syaoran?" The Friar asked curiously, leading Syaoran back to the door of the church.
"I live in the castle of Lord Denitar." Syaoran replied. He watched as the Friar's face went pale and he began to shake.
"Sakura is in the castle of Lord Denitar?" The Friar asked urgently. Syaoran nodded, not understanding why the Friar was becoming so worried. He grabbed Syaoran and dragged him back to his room, where he brought out the large book from his closet.
"What is the meaning of this, Friar? I mustn't stay any longer, I must complete my quest!" Syaoran protested. The Friar flipped to a page in the book and thrust it in Syaoran's face.
"No. . . " Syaoran whispered, his face growing sheet white.
*Yep, it's another short chapter, and it has a cliffhanger. Sorry if you hate me! I'll update as soon as I possibly can!*
Charmed
Sakura looked at the man standing in front of her. A feeling of worry shot through her as she looked the man over. He was wearing a black outfit similar to Syaoran's only it had a black cape with a red interior on it. He was tall with long brown hair that was graying. On his right cheek there was a scar running from right below his eye diagonally to his jawbone. He was looking at Sakura like she was a prize, which made her shudder slightly.
"It is a pleasure, Sakura. I am Denitar, Lord of this castle. I see my son Syaoran has become quite attached to you in such a short amount of time. You may abide within the castle walls until he returns, my child." Denitar said, trying his best not to kill the child on the spot.
"I thank you kindly, Lord Denitar." Sakura said politely. Syaoran started for the door, but turned and took Sakura's hands in his.
"I will return for you, love." Syaoran said bravely, kissing Sakura's lips ever so gently. Sakura returned the kiss, then watched as Syaoran left the castle and made his way back toward the forest. Sakura turned back to Denitar, who was wringing his hands excitedly.
"Well my child, you must be freezing. Come, sit by the fire. I will have one of my men prepare you a room." Denitar said, leading Sakura into the well furnished sitting room. Sakura sat in front of the fire and warmed her hands, not knowing Denitar was standing at the doorway with Malistroi and Yftabar.
"It is true then? Syaoran brought the girl here?" Malistroi whispered hoarsely.
"And he doesn't know she is the Charmed one?" Yftabar added, his eyes glimmering. Denitar smiled maliciously and nodded.
"He has no idea that the child he is to kill is the one he has brought right into my own home. When he cannot find the girl, he will return here. It is then I will tell him about Sakura's tragic death, and kill him as well. It is too perfect." Denitar whispered, looking at the redhead and grinning like a fiend.
Syaoran reached the small town about an hour after leaving the castle. It was cold, and all the huts and shops were boarded up to keep the biting wind out of the buildings. At the end of the street there stood a large church. Syaoran walked down the street, looking at people as they watched him pass by. They were dressed modestly, and his rich looking clothes made him appear royal. He passed a small brick and mud house with four older girls sitting outside. They were all dressed in brown muslin dresses, and were sewing and chattering outside in the cold.
'Strange. . . ' Syaoran thought as he continued. He couldn't shake the feeling that he knew the girls, but had not even laid eyes on them before that moment. At the end of the dirt street there was a path in the grass leading toward the South woods. Syaoran decided to make his way toward that area in hopes of quickly finding and destroying the Charmed one.
"Friar, when is Sakura coming home? I miss her!" Syaoran heard a little girl call out from within the church walls. He walked closer, noticing one of the windows was slightly ajar. He peeked in and saw an older man sitting with about seven little boys and girls.
"She will be returning to us soon." The Friar replied, patting the child's head and setting her down to play with the other children.
'Could it be. . . my Sakura?' Syaoran thought, walking around to the door of the church. When he knocked on the door, it opened to reveal the kind Friar, dressed in heavy brown robes.
"Yes? What can I do for you, son?" The Friar asked, his eyes soft and kind. Syaoran took off his hat and bowed politely to the Friar, who nodded in return.
"My name is Syaoran, and I couldn't help but overhear you and the children talking about a girl named Sakura." Syaoran said, a little nervously.
"Yes, do you know her?" The Friar asked, moving aside and letting Syaoran into the small church.
"She is small, with auburn hair and amazing green eyes, is she not?" Syaoran asked. The Friar nodded and smiled.
"Have you word about her?" The Friar asked.
"She is staying at my castle as of now. I have fallen in love with her, and before I go to battle, I must ask you for her hand in marriage." Syaoran rushed. He was startled at his sudden outburst. In fact, he was startled by the way he was acting in general. He had never been so warm, so loving.
"I haven't her hand to give. Sakura is a special girl, her hand is her own to give." The Friar answered. Syaoran nodded, understanding. He would have to go back to the castle and ask Sakura for her hand himself.
"Where is the castle from which you hail, young Syaoran?" The Friar asked curiously, leading Syaoran back to the door of the church.
"I live in the castle of Lord Denitar." Syaoran replied. He watched as the Friar's face went pale and he began to shake.
"Sakura is in the castle of Lord Denitar?" The Friar asked urgently. Syaoran nodded, not understanding why the Friar was becoming so worried. He grabbed Syaoran and dragged him back to his room, where he brought out the large book from his closet.
"What is the meaning of this, Friar? I mustn't stay any longer, I must complete my quest!" Syaoran protested. The Friar flipped to a page in the book and thrust it in Syaoran's face.
"No. . . " Syaoran whispered, his face growing sheet white.
*Yep, it's another short chapter, and it has a cliffhanger. Sorry if you hate me! I'll update as soon as I possibly can!*