A/N: To all the people who have reviewed this fic in the past and recently--thank you thank you thank you so much! *huggles everyone*
SAKURA
(POV)
I used to dream of the Tokyo tower--
Before Kero-chan and various other beings came and crossed my path in actuality, they first appeared in my dreams--my recurring subconscious visions of that fateful tower.
Kero-chan had once said that dreams are special. Powerful. That each bears a message, a warning of what is to come. And I believe him. After everything that happened to me and the cards in the past couple of years, I now have full understanding of the importance of valuing every dream that plays in my sleep. They have always been prophetic. Each one a monition that was so hard to ignore and forget. And they've always proved useful as well. Tirelessly giving me a hint on what was about to happen. And the assurance that I would be able to pull through--to come out victoriously no matter whatever.
I've not been having such dreams ever since I gained complete power over the cards. Life has been pretty normal from then on. Joyous and delightful. Especially now that Syaoran-kun gets to stay here for Junior High! I feel so blessed, so safe and calm now that I have all the people I love and care for in one place--my family, my friends, my koi...
The strange occurrences were but a memory of the past--or so it seems. After all, the magical cards have been caught and kept in their secured cradle and are now under my name and power. What could possibly go wrong?
Last night, I dreamt of the Tomoeda Park--
And it was a strange one. It left with me this feeling of anxiety... of agitation along with the downright disturbing knowledge that something is about to happen. Something bad... Something purely evil.
The sky was very dark as a mantle of maleficence, of a strong infernal force had so generously blotted out the moon and the stars. The Penguin King was crying a stream of red liquid--BLOOD! The whole park was stained by it. The ground, the trees, the benches--
And there were two strange beings standing face to face in the middle of the park. A tall, longhaired one and a shorter kid with spiked-hair. I couldn't quite discern their faces since they were shrouded in shadows. A diabolic obscurity that I was so suddenly afraid to unravel.
For there was one really important aspect that was missing from that dream. There was no assurance that I would be able to pull through what was about to come.
It was just plain... scary!