Chapter One: The Beginning?

Gollum: She tricksies you! She don't own Cardcaptor Sakura!! I owns it, my preciousss-
Olwen-Cheesecake: And that's a wrap!

It was always difficult for her to wake up early, but today, Sakura Kinomoto woke up with ease. She had had the same dreams for two weeks now and they had begun to get to her. They were meaningful, but at the same time, disturbing.

'Ridiculous!' She would always think to herself, but eventually question the comment. 'That boy with those powerful amber eyes seems just so-so…familiar!'

"Kaijuu!" called Sakura's older brother, Touya. "Get down here now or Miko-sama will give you double-duty! You know that's how they all are."

Ah, yes-they. Them. Those Obythian Lords who are horrid and crude and think themselves as higher beings. Especially since they were "gifted" with intelligence and unworldly powers! Sakura thought in disgust as she dressed herself and thundered down the creaky old stairs of her house.

"Is that an earthquake I hear?" Touya snickered with triumph.

Sakura ignored the comment and instead addressed her dream.

"Oh get over it!" Touya insisted. "Obythia always was and will always be."

"I think they're evil lords wanting more power than they already have which, by the way, they never expose to us. I know they did something to our world!" Sakura shot back at Touya, passionately. "And Tomoyo believes me!"-As if that confirmed it.

Touya shrugged, "I guess execution really will be your destiny, my dear justice-seeking sister. And Tomoyo only feels sorry for you squirt, so don't pressure her into blowing up at you about your bullshit."

Sakura heatedly stomped on Touya's foot, sending him pouncing up and down with pain, clutching his foot and yelling: "Ow! Ow! Ow!"

"Better get going!" Sakura said, and gave an innocent smile as she rushed out the door.

After Arriving…

"You're late!" Tomoyo Daidouji exclaimed with concern "As always!"

"Sorry I had to teach Touya a lesson in faith and belief." Sakura smiled as she swung her apron around her waste in haste.

Tomoyo sighed, "All of Obythia could do with a bit of your faith and belief!"

Sakura simply sighed in deep concentration.

Tomoyo's eyes narrowed at this. "That dream again!?"

Sakura's eyes met Tomoyo's in return. "I thought you believed in it-and me for that matter!"

"I do-well I-I did…I mean-OH!" Tomoyo muttered helplessly, but Sakura remained silent. "What I'm trying to say to you is that I used to believe that I had another life where I was much happier and so were you. I had so much money, an abiding mother, and you. Now, these daydreams, are false memories and far-fetched. They're racing away from my-my belief. Sakura, I don't know what to believe as real."

"Don't lose hope!" Sakura tried her hardest to answer correctly.

"Don't lose hope in what? A dream? A simple vision you saw or I saw, when we were only partially there-and even then we were only present in imagination!" Tomoyo's eyes swelled with tears. "Why can't your dreams solve all our problems? Why are we punished for living?"

Sakura hugged Tomoyo reassuringly, "I don't now what we did wrong, but I do know that something will be done to help our problems be resolved." Sakura lifted Tomoyo's chin to lock eyes with her. "In the mean time we must pick a name for Obythia once we gain it."

Tomoyo chuckled softly and Sakura reacted with a triumphant smile.

"Kinomoto, Sakura!" called a fellow servant. His look had a pride-affect on most, but his face made him seem almost snake-like and sly.

Tomoyo's eyes shut with anger and frustration. 'Sakura will be in for it now and the mistress will most likely see to it herself!'

Sakura knew what Tomoyo was most likely thinking and replied to her frustrated friend. "Calm down! None of the servants, including this moron here, have ever encountered the mistress herself; even when we were offered the job."

The snake-like servant snickered coldly, "Miko-sama would like to see to you…personally."

Sakura shuddered. She was in for it. Tomoyo's eyes widened and she fainted, abruptly after. Sakura was about to help Tomoyo regain consciousness, but the snake-like servant shook his head to stop her from doing so.

"I'll see to her myself-later. Now come!" he commanded in a pathetic, but to himself, a pristine manner.

Sakura followed him on through the halls of the mansion and through to another part she had never been allowed to set foot in. Sakura guessed that this servant leading her had hardly been able to set foot in this part of the mansion either.

The servant's snake eyes turned to her, "Never been in these parts, eh?"

Sakura shook her head, "No, I'm usually working my entire sixteen hour shift in the kitchens and public areas." She added a partial sarcastic grin to her comment.

The snake-like servant, taken back by her rudeness, gave her the coldest smirk he could conjure. "I'm sure you get paid a lot with double duties. I'm talking about this job and, of course, your other one." Sakura gave him an unsure shrug. "You can't pretend it isn't obvious that you were once Obythian. That air around you tells us all you have a bit of magic and your eyes settle it above all.

"My bet is that you were exiled from Obythian lifestyle because you were a whore for that normal, non-magic fellow named Touya. You even live with him now!" He paused. "I should report that disgrace of a human as well as you-now what was his surname?" his snake-like face unwrinkled of its hate and went into concentration. He looked almost Sakura's age and perhaps just a year older. She had to admit, he was quite handsome when he wasn't being pathetically stupid.

Sakura stopped walking and hung back to cross her arms. She looked at her side to see as golden embroidered door with chestnut color wood rimming its edges-almost reminding her of the boy's hair, in her dream. "His name is Kinomoto, Touya."

"Kinomoto sounds familiar-hey! Isn't that your surname as well?" he stopped walking to and faced Sakura cautiously.

"Well, I expect my brother would have the same last name as me-wouldn't you?" Sakura sat down again the wall beside the door, angrily, her arms still crossed.

"He doesn't look anything as close to like you! Not even a family resemblance! You've probably married the bastard and now you're a whore for his bespectacled friend!" he accused malevolently.

"You got my life all planned out don't you?" the sneak of a servant paused at this and soon after nodded. "Well do me a favor-let me decide what I will or will not do because last time checked I wasn't a puppet for your little tales of pure fantasy! And that is what they are-PURE BLOODY FANTASY!" Sakura won the argument and she knew it, but this snake-like, almost inhuman, sly and pathetic servant was not to handle being beaten.

He bent down to face Sakura's face, only half an inch away. "I know your kind Kinomoto and I suggest that your kind should avoid stepping out of line. Especially since your kind has a knack for being sly and slippery."

'Look whose talking' snake-face!' Sakura thought angrily, but silently.

The door beside Sakura opened quickly and swiftly. A woman slid out and into the hall to face the both of them. The snake-like servant stood up straight again, and Sakura found herself straightening her apron.

"And what is your name dear accuser of the innocent?" she turned her crystalline eyes towards the servant standing next to Sakura, whom had his head bowed down low. "Oh and I believe my office is this golden door, not the golden door on the other side of Japanassia."

"Sorry m-ma'am!" he stuttered. His face became the young and handsome one it had before. Sakura almost felt sorry for him, but he had made her not feel sorry by shooting her a cold and dark look and also mouthing a word Sakura thought even Obythians were banished from using. "Ch-Chang!"

"Pardon?"

"My name is Chang."

"Chinese are you?" she stunned both Sakura and Chang by saying this.

"Ma'am?" Chang gave an unsure expression, which showed most of his guilt.

She suddenly slapped her head. "I am sorry to have confused your feeble mind. I take it you're Chinassian-is what I meant to say."

Sakura and Chang both nodded in understanding and their guilt vanished. Sakura thought of what Chang would say after being able to leave. He would probably go and spread a rumor that he met the mistress herself and she was pleased with him and that she was a little messed up in the brain. Sakura chuckled to herself about planning his life in return. Sakura looked up and noticed that the mistress was focusing on only her now. Sakura hadn't even noticed that Chang had left and Sakura was left to bear with the crystalline eyes boring into her mind and the withered, but young look catching her attention. She looked to be about twenty at the least, but the withered look could've added some years onto her.

"I think it is alright for you to come in now." She said awkwardly. Sakura followed her in through the golden and chestnut doors; which still gave her the feeling that the amber-eyed boy was watching her too.

"I suppose my punishment for being late is to be given now?" Sakura sighed.

Miko-sama turned to Sakura, revealing a beauty of no age. Sakura realized, with her mistress' brown hair glistening in the sun rays and magical blue eyes, she was more than beautiful. She was like an angel.

Her lips, which were set in a serene smile, began to move, forming words and sound. "Really Sakura, you give me way too much credit. An angelic beauty? Never heard of a crazy story as that!"

Sakura ignored the fact that the mistress had just read her mind.

"There is no punishment, Sakura. If there was I would have given it long ago." Miko-sama pointed out causing Sakura to turn beet red.

Miko-sama gracefully moved across the room and pulled out two chairs. "Sit."

Sakura took advantage of being asked to be seated by an Obythian Lord by sitting down very comfortably on the chair across from Miko-sama.

"It is time I came clean to someone and if anyone, it would most definitely be you." Miko-sama paused. "And I prefer Miko, frankly. I'm not much of a master or mistress anyway."

Sakura nodded and suddenly shook her head. "You're a great mistress!"

Miko ignored the comment. "My husband chose me for more than my looks. He is quite a figure in Obythia these days, but not very loved.

"We have two sons. Whether or not they are alive he does not know, but I do. We lost them two years back when you were fifteen, I suppose. They wandered off during a-a worldwide blackout. My husband tried his best to find them with posters and things similar to such." she sniffled slightly but unnoticeably. "My husband loved them. He yelled at me trying to get me to find them with my strong powers of knowledge, but I could not tell then where they were. If I did…it would mean destroying your fate."

Sakura could not resist speaking. "Your husband married you because you had strong abilities and powers than most. You can read minds, see the possible future and charm people to the extreme!"

"Well that's funny, but I'm sure I heard some exaggeration there…" Miko snickered sweetly.

Sakura spoke once again. "I don't remember any blackout when I was fifteen-in fact I don't remember anything of when I was fifteen or before!" Sakura's face went pale. "I never thought about it, but now when I think about it-"

Miko's facial expression was stony and serious. "Your apron is rather dirty there." she pointed at a grease stain.

"From working in the-"

"Let me get that spot remover." Miko left and came back holding a towel and spray. She untied the apron and began to scrub the stain away.

'It feels ever so strange watching an actual important Obythian Lord work for me!' Sakura thought.

"Does it?" Miko laughed and handed the apron back which had a fresh smell and a damp spot where the stain had once been. "It'll dry soon."

Sakura put her apron on and waited for her dismissal.

"Patience, you aren't going anywhere yet!" Sakura plopped back into the chair at this. "You are relieved of duty until all is fulfilled."

"But-"

"Leave." Miko turned away from Sakura, hiding her tears. "Make your people proud."

Sakura left confused, but went to pay Tomoyo one last visit and fill her in on the general story o her visit. She would definitely not tell Tomoyo she was not to come back to her work.

"Why does this apron feel so heavy?" Sakura asked herself as she began to fold it away before she left. She peeked into the pocket and found a brown bag that clinked when bumped into hard surfaces. Sakura could've guessed easily what was inside the ragged, old bag.

'Thank you Miko-chan!' She thought and knew that somewhere in her office, Miko was replying to her thought.

Simultaneously…

'Why do I care so much for a strange, but fairly pretty girl?' He thought with confusion. 'Earth and Obythia are one, but at the same time aren't. What is real?'

He thought furiously as his dream began coming bit by bit, together. He ran his fingers through his thick, chestnut brown hair to show he had deep thoughts running through his mind.

Sitting outside, on the fence that bordered his small, dusty training grounds, hadn't helped any answers come to being.

"Master Li," called a teenage butler. "Mistress Fanren wishes for your presence in the living room."

"Alright Takashi Yamazaki." He answered and hopped down beside Takashi. "How is Chiharu these days?" he added.

"Great! Her cold has come to nothing and she's her true self again." Takashi winced as he rubbed his throbbing ear and throat.

"Good." Syaoran patted Takashi on the back, unnecessarily. Takashi watched Syaoran curiously as he approached the living room. Suddenly he realized there was a peculiar weight in his pocket that hadn't been there before. He opened his pocket to see a raggedy, brown bag containing gold coins.

"Thank you, Syaoran Li."

"Syaoran, will you please run down to Kami-san's place and return her kimono, I borrowed, to her. She is from Japanassia." Fanren asked, hopefully.

"Uh huh-what is she doing in Chinassia?" Syaoran asked curiously.

"I hear its tougher work in Japanassia, considering the emperor of all of Obythia favors that country. He loves to keep it in strict order. Kami-san probably couldn't handle the pressure. She's such a great person, really.

"She says she's part Obythian, but her great-great grandfather committed treason. He was executed and wasn't regarded as a true Obythian anymore." Fanren informed, with no shame in her ongoing gossip.

Syaoran took the kimono from Fanren's hands, but paused lazily. "Why don't you go?"

Fanren's eyes watered, her lips began to pout and her voice faltered. "You wouldn't force a delicate , famous singer like me, to go out on such a gloomy afternoon as this and be vulnerable to all the people that pass me by and dangerous creatures lurking around every corner in this neighborhood; would you!?"

"Suppose not," Syaoran replied and then added, with a low mutter: "Spoiled brat."

"What!?"

"Nothing!"

Fanren protested, "We're rich and treated extremely well. I wish you wouldn't take such a thing for granted."

"My dreams tell me otherwise." Syaoran mumbled.

"Oh I hate your stupid, disgraceful dreams! They get you nowhere! You're almost an eighteen year old, young man…please do get a life!" she complained.

"I, for one, refuse to watch our people serve and be damned by the Obythian lords, while we sit here and bask!" Syaoran shouted at the top of his lungs.

"We are honored! Appreciate it and if you can't you'll have to learn to. 'Cause frankly, I am not quitting my career anytime soon." Fanren glared at Syaoran with rage.

There was movement beyond the room. Fanren's eyes widened a bit, but Syaoran took no notice.

"Mother would've wanted you to quit. She wouldn't be dead if Obythians hadn't always existed in what we call Obythia!" Syaoran's rage penetrated.

Fanren's face hardened, "The aging rule will always remain sacred. It is important to rid of the elderly when they begin to spread their illnesses throughout Obythia. The emperor-"

"The emperor is insane!"

Fanren ignored, "Obythia always was and will always be." Fanren looked like stone. "I am truly sorry Syaoran, but treason is a crime. I need you to leave because I refuse to betray my own brother."

Syaoran's pride hadn't left him. He observed Fanren's serious hardness/ She only acted with all the authority she could conjure when she knew she had to make herself look good in front of others. Someone was listening. Syaoran could sense it now that his swelling pride had thinned a bit.

Syaoran's nightmare began here. He began running for his life. He had no idea where he would go, but a certain kimono clutched in his hands told him his first stop. He arrived at a small cozy house and knocked.

A Japanassian woman answered the door. She looked to be in her twenties and her hair was put up in a rough bun. "Come in." she insisted. "Is that mine?" she asked when Syaoran had seated himself on a worn out chair.

Syaoran nodded sheepishly and gazed around the room, longing for something to say. "My sister told me to return it." He felt a need to notify her.

She smiled knowingly, "Tea?"

Syaoran shook his head, "You're Fanren's mysterious Japanassian friend named Kami-am I right?"

Again Kami smiled, but shook her head as well. "I am Japanassian, but my name is not Kami."

Syaoran seemed confused, "Then where is Kami?"

The woman laughed, "I only tell people my name is Kami. There is no real Kami involved. My real name is Kaho Mizuki."

Syaoran gasped, "Why do you trust me with this information?"

Her ever-so-brought-up smile was, basically, brought up again. "Call me Mizuki. Are you a spy for the emperor?"

"No, I am against all empiric movements!" Syaoran felt he ought to tell her.

"Then why can I not trust you, potential runaway?" Mizuki accused.

"I'm not running away!" Syaoran glared, but his glare softened. "I'm wandering away."

"And soon you'll be flying away." Mizuki added.

Syaoran looked flabbergasted, "How?"

"By plane, silly."

"And where, may I ask, is the ticket for the plane?"

"In my room."

"And why should I go?"

"You have to save Earth, of course."

"You're really scaring me, you know." Syaoran sighed.

"I know."

"Are you psychic?" he asked.

Mizuki paused and then spoke in her usual tone. "Most definitely not."

Syaoran began to tire and Mizuki offered him a room to stay in until he would be flown off to Japanassia.

Mizuki headed straight for her room, where a dark figure awaited her presence. "I think he will begin to remember soon, but the trouble shan't begin until he meets her." She said calmly.

"He will meet the cherry blossom in time, but tomorrow he will only prepare for his short part of the journey. Until then, our job is to wait." The pleasant voiced figure replied.

"How will Sakura find him in time?" Mizuki asked.

The dark figure chuckled, "No one can stop a determined girl who wants to leave her home. We just give her the push. I have made arrangements."

Next Morning…

"Oh these damn dreams!" Sakura woke up with irritation in her voice.

"Sakura!"

"Coming!" Sakura replied and raced down the stairs.

"Sakura, Yukito has suggested an excellent idea. We have a new line of work arranged for you." Touya began.

"I'm fine with Miko-sama's line of work." Sakura lied. She hadn't even mentioned she was relieved of duties, but something told her giving that information would cause more trouble for what path Miko had set out for her.

"No more double duty!" Yukito bribed.

"Fill me in, and I'll reply to what I think of it." Sakura compromised because she couldn't refuse an offer as such; it would seem suspicious.

Sakura walked over to where Yukito sat, eating a sandwich. Just as Yukito opened his mouth to speak, Sakura took a bite of one of his sandwiches.

"Hey! That was my sandwich!" Yukito stuck his tongue out at Sakura and jabbed the rest of the sandwiches in his mouth to avoid any food loss.

Sakura giggled, "So?"

"You have a great voice and we think you should give a shot at show business-focus on singing for a change." Yukito managed to say with his mouthful of sandwiches.

Sakura gaped, "You have to agree that I will disagree."

"Do it for me, squirt!" Touya begged.

Sakura shrugged with defeat, Touya relaxed a bit. "Thanks."

Sakura protested. "I didn't say yes, and I won't for that matter."

Touya grew angry, "You have to! You'll be as great as Fanren Li some day!"

"Fanren Li is a traitor!" Sakura yelled back. She loved Fanren Li's singing, it was just that she couldn't afford to be pressured into such a huge field of work and she had to complete the mission Miko had entrusted to her.

Touya looked like he would be able to replace the sun to heat Florida, "NO! YOU WILL SING!" Touya's eyes flamed. "Auditions are tomorrow at 6:00 p.m. at the local market stage."

"Make me!" Sakura screamed and stormed off to her room, where she flung herself onto her bed and cried. She knew she couldn't leave Tomoyo or any of her friends here like this. She couldn't betray them. She couldn't refuse her destiny.

Eventually, Yukito entered her room to discuss her feelings, but Sakura soon realized that even he was against her refusal.

"Sakura, sometimes you must make sacrifices no one else can take, for the benefit of others. It's important that the majority are content, rather than just those one or two people." Yukito paused to push back a strand of Sakura's long, wavy, auburn hair from her face. "I hope you make a satisfying decision." He got up to leave.

Sakura smiled up at him, "Thank you, Yuki. That advice really helps."

Yukito smirked, triumphantly. "No. Thank you."

'Oh Yukito! You have no idea how right you are. My destiny calls to me and right now this decision of my destiny will decide everyone else's on Obythia's.' Sakura thought.

She locked her door and began packing clothes. She decided to sneak a few sandwiches while Touya and Yukito discussed happenings.

She snuck down to overhear Yukito saying, "I think she's coming around to it." A much impressed Touya, yet dubious of her decision, responded. "Really? This is great!"

Sakura left a cherry blossom barrette she had been wearing in place of where the sandwiches once were.

She scurried up the stairs, locked the door, packed the food and jumped out the window. Sakura stood in the shade of her house.

"Here goes nothing!" she said as she disappeared into the afternoon daylight.

At the same time…

"Aren't planes for Obythians only? Peasants usually take ships and low-class trains." Syaoran asked after Mizuki had given him a ticket to Japanassia and a basket of food, tucked safely in his back-pack.

"They don't have passports in this day and age!" she replied.

"Passports!?" Syaoran looked confused.

"Oh, never mind-it's an Earth thing!" she snapped. "But if they do ask whether you are Obythian or not-do not mention being related to Fanren Li. They're after anyone related to her now. Claim that your great-great grandfather was Obythian, but he committed treason and now you're a partial Obythian with no proof at all that you are really."

Syaoran chuckled, "My fake name is Xiao Lang. It isn't really, it's my real name, but no one knows."

"And your business in Japanassia will be?" Mizuki imitated a patrol officer.

"Seeking out lost family members in line of work." Syaoran said robotically.

"Perfect."

They left for the airport about an hour later. Mizuki made sure that Syaoran had got onto the plane without trouble and left him to fend for himself on his own journey.

Syaoran, soon enough, had arrived and left the airport. As soon as he had stepped outside he sniffed the air proudly and thought, 'Here I come!' He headed towards the busy streets and thought of the huge journey he had ahead of him. 'My adventure begins here.'

That same afternoon…

Sakura shivered under her soaked blanket. It had rained last night and the blanket's purpose was defeated. She dried the blanket and stuffed it into her bag, after she had snacked on a few sandwiches that she had snuck. Most of the sandwiches had Yukito's bite marks taken out of them to indicate they were his property. Sakura laughed, lovingly at the sight of them.

That afternoon the market was open and flooded with crowds and crowds of people. She weaved through the crowds, to and fro from one stall to another.

Finally, Sakura came to a small, on-going fair. Wealthy peasants occupied the area and very few Obythians were visible here.

Wandering here and there she found herself at a cotton candy stand where a boy was demanding the man at the stand for a stick of cotton candy. Sakura dug into her pocket and fished out two silver coins. She bought one stick of cotton candy and he received it with delight.

"What's your name?" Sakura asked politely, after kneeling down to he boy's height.

The boy smiled and shrugged, "Dunno."

Sakura's eyes went blank, "No mommy or daddy?"

Again the boy shrugged, "Dunno. I gotsa Onii-chan."

"Where is he?"

"He's hidin' behind the garbage can-uh-watchin' you." The boy replied.

Sakura chuckled, bought another stick of cotton candy, but this time headed for the boy, sneakily seated behind a garbage can.

"Hello." Sakura handed the boy a stick of cotton candy. "Do you and your brother have names, at all?"

He shrugged, "Dunno"

"What if you could try and remember names or something that I could call you?" Sakura kneeled down.

"Dunno-do you have a name?" the boy spoke.

"Sakura."

"Boo-tee-full." he said as he swallowed a chunk of sticky melting cotton candy.

"Thank y-"

"Sakura!" called a voice from the distance. It was Touya and Yukito.

"I gotta go…" Sakura ran away from the fair until she came to another busy market. This one was much busier, but Touya had already spotted Sakura and was tailing her.

Sakura ran through the market and to the alleys. She jumped fence after fence, then found herself slammed against a wall with a hand over her mouth.

"Sakura! Where'd she go?" Touya's voice could be heard.

Yukito answered, "The next ally, probably. This is entirely my fault!"

Their steps became distant and finally the alley was silent. Sakura struggled with her captor.

"You're wanted, thought I'd help." A boy released her from his grasp. He was of her age. Thick chestnut brown hair covered his head, but that wasn't what caused Sakura to gasp.

"What?" the boy asked.

"You eyes! They're amber…and familiar. Powerful amber eyes! You're from my dream." Sakura's face bleached.

"What dream?"

"Earth…" was all Sakura managed to mutter.

His ears pricked, "I'm Syaoran Li and you are?" he suddenly realized he had used his real name and felt clumsy.

"Sakura Kinomoto." She replied formally. Then more boldly, she said, "And it's great to see you again."

Syaoran glared, "You've never met me before."

"Feels like I have."

"Whatever, "he said casually.

"Where are you headed to?" Sakura asked.

"Dunno." Syaoran seated himself against the wall and shrugged.

Sakura giggled, "You sound like these two brothers I met at the fair, just before my brother and Yuki came after me."

Syaoran was entranced by Sakura's emerald eyes. "What's your story?"

"I have to see to the emperor, whom thinks himself ever-so supreme and almighty." Sakura muttered.

Syaoran grinned, "Yeah, my mission is similar to that of yours. I just don't know where to go."

"How about we travel together?" Sakura suggested.

Syaoran looked annoyed, to Sakura's dismay. "I'd rather not, but I don't know how to get to the emperor."

Sakura replied, "It's just a few cities from here, in Tokyo."

"Do you know how to get there?" Syaoran stood.

Sakura shrank, "No."

Syaoran sweat-dropped, but led Sakura out of the alley. "Let's find someone with good directions."

Sakura pondered, "Syaoran?"

"What?"

"Do you think we've met before in another life?" Sakura ignored the coldness of his voice.

Syaoran paused, "Maybe."

"If we did, I believe this is the end of the beginning." Sakura said confidently.

Syaoran repeated in thought, 'The end of the beginning.'

A.N.: I'll start with my list of explanations:
-Sakura doesn't have the cards yet
-Obyth-comes from my fabulous imagination
-Miko means shrine maiden…she will be of importance later in the story!
-Remember the name Kami
-You may want to know why I have not included any of Syaoran's other sisters in the story. This is because when a person shifts a world to be of his appeal, he may have to eliminate things in his path. If Syaoran's other three sisters had not been eliminated their fame would have risen so much that Syaoran could make the emperor give up his rights to Obythia and Syaoran could've ruled Obythia himself but spoiled his own conscience in greed of having Obythia. Clear things up? Thanks folks! R&R! Btw, if you see any mistakes spelling, grammar or just plain typos-please (and I stress it) PLEASE tell me!