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A/N: I believe somewhere in the manga it is said that Clow took seven hundred years to make the guardian's bodies and seven days to make their souls. Or some large number there abouts. In any case that's what I'm going by.
Also, in my head China doesn't have a Ministry of Magic, they just have a handful of large magic clans that act as government, the Li clan being the biggest, strongest, and most respected.
Japan doesn't have any Ministry of Magic because besides Sakura's immediate family, Yuki, and those of the Li clan who visit there are no magic wielding people. Why? Because Japan was the place where China sent the criminals and dishonored people, like what England did with Australia, only there are no native people in Japan. Thus anyone with magic was able to magic themselves out of such things. And the magic wielders did not send their people there because Clow said not to. (He wanted to make sure Sakura got the book.)
A Star In a Silken Purse
Chapter one – Death Becomes Her
They all worried about her. She was so bright, a star that guided them with unwavering hope. No, not hope, hope didn't even enter into it. She knew, without foresight, that everything would be all right in the end, she knew it with unwavering certainty.
Was it so strange then that they all gravitated to her? That they all loved her so?
Even shadows were paradoxically drawn to her light. But they did not wish to bask in it, but rather to devour it.
Shadows...
No longer did she shine bright, a beacon of hope and joy even for those too far gone in their despair to even want to see it.
No longer was she a pillar of strength, quiet, firm, and a mountain of indomitable will enough to lead even cowards to be heroes.
No longer...
Now she was but an ember, under soot and coal, or perhaps free-floating waiting for a wind to blow it out.
They all clung to the hope, should an ember land in a place rich with fuel and tended to with careful breaths of wind it could become a forest fire.
Fire…
Fire is an interesting element life supporting, and taking, embodying hope and destroying it.
They came wanting her power, and challenged her to duels. Knowing that only ancient rules protected them from facing the combined wrath of her and her allies, and that by honor she could not refuse. That only by winning according to the rules, fighting her on proxy for another, could they gain her power for their master.
She was too kind hearted to hurt the first one, let alone kill him.
Her enemy saw this, and took advantage.
The Rules did not protect her from battle after battle, they did not provide rest nor respite. And so, hoping to wear her down until they could kill her and finally win, they continued to come, sometimes many times in one day. After all, it only cost him ego and body battered followers and two apparitions. Nothing a potion and killing a few muggles couldn't cure.
He had miscalculated, just as Clow had. He failed to see this development like he had failed to see Touya's birth. The other failed to consider what would happen if her will gave out.
He sent them, he kept on sending them, not even a week between battles. Again and again for months and months, wearing, whittling her down to nothing, thinking that eventually she would fall.
She had been so tired, and the Cards so angry, they raged against these death specters for trying to hurt their Mistress, their friend, for dishonoring the duel by using it as a tool to take them away from one who they loved.
Her control had slipped. No one, not even the Cards, knew if she had done it with a misplaced thought, or if the Card had willed it. A tongue of fire, meant to burn a wand to ashes…
She killed her opponent, and with him died Sakura's brilliant joy.
Eriol sighed and wished that Europe would keep its problems to themselves.
Damn Voldemort anyways.
A/N: I believe somewhere in the manga it is said that Clow took seven hundred years to make the guardian's bodies and seven days to make their souls. Or some large number there abouts. In any case that's what I'm going by.
Also, in my head China doesn't have a Ministry of Magic, they just have a handful of large magic clans that act as government, the Li clan being the biggest, strongest, and most respected.
Japan doesn't have any Ministry of Magic because besides Sakura's immediate family, Yuki, and those of the Li clan who visit there are no magic wielding people. Why? Because Japan was the place where China sent the criminals and dishonored people, like what England did with Australia, only there are no native people in Japan. Thus anyone with magic was able to magic themselves out of such things. And the magic wielders did not send their people there because Clow said not to. (He wanted to make sure Sakura got the book.)
A Star In a Silken Purse
Chapter one – Death Becomes Her
They all worried about her. She was so bright, a star that guided them with unwavering hope. No, not hope, hope didn't even enter into it. She knew, without foresight, that everything would be all right in the end, she knew it with unwavering certainty.
Was it so strange then that they all gravitated to her? That they all loved her so?
Even shadows were paradoxically drawn to her light. But they did not wish to bask in it, but rather to devour it.
Shadows...
No longer did she shine bright, a beacon of hope and joy even for those too far gone in their despair to even want to see it.
No longer was she a pillar of strength, quiet, firm, and a mountain of indomitable will enough to lead even cowards to be heroes.
No longer...
Now she was but an ember, under soot and coal, or perhaps free-floating waiting for a wind to blow it out.
They all clung to the hope, should an ember land in a place rich with fuel and tended to with careful breaths of wind it could become a forest fire.
Fire…
Fire is an interesting element life supporting, and taking, embodying hope and destroying it.
They came wanting her power, and challenged her to duels. Knowing that only ancient rules protected them from facing the combined wrath of her and her allies, and that by honor she could not refuse. That only by winning according to the rules, fighting her on proxy for another, could they gain her power for their master.
She was too kind hearted to hurt the first one, let alone kill him.
Her enemy saw this, and took advantage.
The Rules did not protect her from battle after battle, they did not provide rest nor respite. And so, hoping to wear her down until they could kill her and finally win, they continued to come, sometimes many times in one day. After all, it only cost him ego and body battered followers and two apparitions. Nothing a potion and killing a few muggles couldn't cure.
He had miscalculated, just as Clow had. He failed to see this development like he had failed to see Touya's birth. The other failed to consider what would happen if her will gave out.
He sent them, he kept on sending them, not even a week between battles. Again and again for months and months, wearing, whittling her down to nothing, thinking that eventually she would fall.
She had been so tired, and the Cards so angry, they raged against these death specters for trying to hurt their Mistress, their friend, for dishonoring the duel by using it as a tool to take them away from one who they loved.
Her control had slipped. No one, not even the Cards, knew if she had done it with a misplaced thought, or if the Card had willed it. A tongue of fire, meant to burn a wand to ashes…
She killed her opponent, and with him died Sakura's brilliant joy.
Eriol sighed and wished that Europe would keep its problems to themselves.
Damn Voldemort anyways.
