^^ I have started a new story! I got this idea ages ago but haven't had
much time to write it....so please R+R. Go easy on the criticism onegai..?
Prologue
"Okaa-san..."
A young 5 year old girl hid as she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her hair was a light auburn color, tied up in what looked like two bunches. However, strands of hair were now loose and fell down the sides of her face. Her emerald eyes looked as if they were once filled with happiness, but now they contained fear and pain.
"What was he doing...okaa-san...?"
She remembered her mother's screaming before she was stabbed by a knife. The blood staining her mother's silk dress...dripping onto the floor. All she could do was to stare in fear. Then her repeated shouts of "Wake up...okaa-san!" But her mother's eyes remained closed. Her useless struggle to escape before she was transported here. Not knowing what was going to happen to her, she cried even more.
"What's wrong?"
Someone had grabbed her by the wrist. She shrank back in fear, but she was trapped between that person and the wall.
"Stay away! Please just leave me alone." she screamed.
"I'm not going to hurt you...I promise." His voice, though young, was soft and comforting. Sakura turned and faced a boy who was not much older than she was. His hair was a light chocolate brown and his eyes, though fierce, had a softened expression as he looked at her.
"You're not going to hurt me?" she asked, a note of uncertainty still in her voice.
"I promise." he replied. "Here..." he handed her a handkerchief. "Everything will be fine."
She took the handkerchief gratefully. "Thank you..." she looked around nervously. "Where am I?"
"You're at the palace. A slave...like me." he added.
"A slave...?" she repeated. Slowly and reluctantly he nodded. "My name is Syaoran." he smiled.
"Oh...I'm Sakura." she replied.
"Sakura...? That's a really beautiful name."
Feeling slightly better Sakura tried to smile too. "I hope we can become good friends."
Prologue
"Okaa-san..."
A young 5 year old girl hid as she cried, tears flowing down her cheeks. Her hair was a light auburn color, tied up in what looked like two bunches. However, strands of hair were now loose and fell down the sides of her face. Her emerald eyes looked as if they were once filled with happiness, but now they contained fear and pain.
"What was he doing...okaa-san...?"
She remembered her mother's screaming before she was stabbed by a knife. The blood staining her mother's silk dress...dripping onto the floor. All she could do was to stare in fear. Then her repeated shouts of "Wake up...okaa-san!" But her mother's eyes remained closed. Her useless struggle to escape before she was transported here. Not knowing what was going to happen to her, she cried even more.
"What's wrong?"
Someone had grabbed her by the wrist. She shrank back in fear, but she was trapped between that person and the wall.
"Stay away! Please just leave me alone." she screamed.
"I'm not going to hurt you...I promise." His voice, though young, was soft and comforting. Sakura turned and faced a boy who was not much older than she was. His hair was a light chocolate brown and his eyes, though fierce, had a softened expression as he looked at her.
"You're not going to hurt me?" she asked, a note of uncertainty still in her voice.
"I promise." he replied. "Here..." he handed her a handkerchief. "Everything will be fine."
She took the handkerchief gratefully. "Thank you..." she looked around nervously. "Where am I?"
"You're at the palace. A slave...like me." he added.
"A slave...?" she repeated. Slowly and reluctantly he nodded. "My name is Syaoran." he smiled.
"Oh...I'm Sakura." she replied.
"Sakura...? That's a really beautiful name."
Feeling slightly better Sakura tried to smile too. "I hope we can become good friends."