Sept 14th AM

Sorry I hadn't written for so long. After my dad died, Syaoran and I headed to China. We found a short cut, and used some magic. Along the way we had some encounters with cards. But not bad. Anyways, when Syaoran and I turned up at Syaoran's place, his mom gave us a less than happy face, but after Syaoran told her what happened, she couldn't say no. I'm in a guest room right now. There is a big window looking over the city, and lots of little windows. The room is white, and the window borders are black, making a nice contrast. Syaoran just came in gotta go!

Sept 14th PM

When Syaoran came in, he was looking really scared. But when he saw me he smiled and hugged me.

"Oh, you're alive! I was so worried! I looked out the window and...and.." he trailed off.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Syaoran." I told him, looking puzzled. "I've been in this room since I got here."

Syaoran looked shocked.

"But...But.. I saw you out the window, you where walking, and then this man came and attacked you."

The look of puzzlement became more pronounced. But then I thought of something.

"Look, Syaoran," I said, lifting up the sleeves of my shirt. "I haven't got any - OH MY GOD!"

On my arms where scars, scabs, and bruises. I knew I didn't get those before. I mean, I'm clumsy, but not THAT clumsy. I don't know how I got those.

"Oh my God." I repeated. That was the only thing I could say.

"Holy shit," Said Syaoran. "What could do that?"

"Where did you see me being attacked?" I asked.

I followed Syaoran into his room. In his room was a big window as well, but no other windows. I looked out of the window. Everything seemed fine. Then I saw Syaoran walk past the window. But that couldn't be, he was beside me I looked over my shoulder, the real Syaoran was reading on his bed.. The fake Syaoran, or whatever it was walked past the window again. He walked past again, but stopped halfway, looking terrified. All of the sudden, a man came to the fake Syaoran, with a long knife. He raised the knife above Syaoran's head, and brought it down.

"NO!" I screamed.

"What is it?" He asked. He got up from the bed, and came over.

"I s-saw you, th-through the w-window." I stammered through tears. "A-And there w-was this man and-and he came u-up to you w-w-with a knife, an-and h-he he a-a-attacked you-you."

I pulled up Syaoran's shirt, his back was covered in scars, and bruises. But not the ones he had when he first saw me. That reminded me of something.

"S-Syaoran?" I said hiccupping. "When you -hic- first came to see me, you where -hic- covered in scars and bruises and -hic- could barely walk. But now you are -hic- fighting and stuff. How -hic- come you don't limp -hic- anymore?"

Syaoran's eyes twinkled, and he pulled a card out of his pocket. The Power.

"I've been using this to help." He said.

I punched him playfully. "But what do you think that card was?" I asked, swallowing my hiccups.

"Well, it showed you being attacked when I look into it, and me being attacked when you look into it." Said Syaoran.

"The thing I fear most." I whispered, so Syaoran couldn't hear me. Then I understood. "The Fear!" I yelled. "The new card has to do with your fear!"

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Sorry I haven't written for a long time. I've been so buisy.