Bloody ff.net keeps fucking up my formatting. I'm getting rather pissed.
The Mage War
Chapter 2: The Foundation
Tomoyo handed the packet to Chiharu as they walked down campus.
"That's the stuff you'll need for the next rally," she said. "I managed to get it through my mom's company."
"Thanks so much for helping us," said Chiharu. "Not all of the government is happy with what we're doing so we can't get some of this stuff."
Tomoyo smiled. "It's a pleasure. Besides, it's kind of fun helping with these rallies, and it's for a good cause."
Suddenly hands shot out and covered Tomoyo's eyes. Both girls shrieked and Chiharu spun around to see who it was.
"Huh? Hiragizawa!"
He let go of Tomoyo and she turned around to look at him.
"A pity you ruined my surprise, Mihara."
"Eriol!"
"Hey, what's up?" Nakuru greeted.
"It's good to see all of you again," Kaho said, standing next to her husband.
"What are you doing in Japan?" Tomoyo asked.
"I came to visit," said Eriol. "I have a month worth of vacation and decided to spend it in Japan."
"You should have called," said Tomoyo. "We could have made plans."
"I did call, though I wanted it to be a surprise."
Tomoyo looked at the sly smile Eriol had on his face and knew it was true. Deep down, Eriol did enjoy entertainment, and with the wisdom of Clow Reed it did take a bit to amuse him.
"So you two are the ones working on the rallies," Kaho said. "You've done a great deal."
Chiharu nodded. "We're only doing what we feel is right."
"But how can you know it's really the right thing to do?" Eriol asked with a smile.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Tomoyo asked. "We're trying to stop the killing."
"Right and wrong is hardly impartial," said Eriol. "It's always from someone's point of view. As to stopping the killing, will withdrawing the UN's troops really do that? They went in because of a civil war."
"And they did a fine job cleaning it up," Chiharu said sarcastically. "C'mon, Eriol. You should know what happened with the UN troops."
"True enough," said Eriol. "However, what will happen if they pull out? How many more people will die?"
"Well, come to one of our rallies," said Chiharu. "We'll convince you there!"
"Don't be so sure," Nakuru said. "Eriol can be so stubborn at times."
"We're supposed to meet up with Sakura. Want to come along?" Tomoyo invited.
Eriol nodded. "It'll be nice to see her again, after so long."
Japan-Tokyo University Dorms
At the dorms, Sakura was finishing her notes for her physics class. She sighed and closed the almost full notebook. It amazed her how much stuff she had to know for one class. As she leaned back and closed her eyes, Sakura felt something. When she opened them again, she was standing in the center of a desolated city.
"Hoe? What is this?"
Sakura turned around and screamed. Around her were the broken bodies of twelve people, men and women in gray robes. She couldn't make out any of their faces but then two of them focused. Speechless, she walked forward to get a better look. Sakura immediately regretted it. Lying there were Li Syaoran and Hiragizawa Eriol.
"But, how!"
Blood covered their forms and the two still gripped their weapons. Li was broken in two, his lower body a few feet away from the rest. His eyes stared blankly above, no life in them at all. Eriol's eyes were closed but there was a massive gash across his face. He had been disemboweled, with blood soaking the debris around him.
"Oh my god, what happened?"
Sakura sank down to her knees and suddenly noticed something in her hand. It was the Sword Card, though it too had changed over the years. Now the blade was almost as tall as her and was still thin. However, the blade remained as sharp as ever. This was not what shocked her; what shocked her was that the entire sword was covered in crimson blood and it had splattered on her hand as well.
Sakura screamed and felt the world collapse around her.
"Sakura!"
Her eyes snapped open and she saw that Tomoyo had been shaking her. She immediately hugged her friend and cried.
"Oh my god, Tomoyo. It was so horrible."
"What happened?" Tomoyo asked as she held her friend.
"I-I saw...so much blood."
Chiharu leaned down and looked at Sakura with sad eyes.
"Sakura, are you okay? Was it a nightmare?"
Eriol frowned. There was an odd aura surrounding Sakura, something Chiharu and Tomoyo couldn't see because they held no magic. However, looking over, he confirmed that Kaho and Nakuru also saw it.
"Sakura, calm down," Eriol said gently.
Upon hearing his voice, Sakura looked up. "Eriol. You're okay!"
His face turned graver. So she had seen a vision. But of what?
"You can tell us about it later," said Eriol. "Are you okay now?"
Sakura sniffed and nodded. "Yeah. It was just so horrible. Hoe, I never want to see that again."
"Maybe you should rest," said Chiharu. "Tomoyo and I can handle the rally."
"No, I can help," Sakura said bravely. "We all worked on this and it isn't fair to make you guys do the rest."
"Sakura, I really think you should rest," Eriol said.
Looking around, Sakura saw the concern in their eyes. Finally, she nodded.
"All right. But I'll come check on you later."
Chiharu smiled. "Don't worry about it, Sakura. You just focus on getting better."
"I'll stay with Sakura," Eriol said. "You two can get back to preparing for the rally."
"But," Tomoyo said, reluctant to leave her friend.
"Don't worry," Kaho assured her. "If anyone can help Sakura, Eriol can."
Tomoyo looked at Eriol and then at Sakura. It was true, so she agreed. When Chiharu and Tomoyo were gone, Eriol sat down in front of Sakura.
"So. What did you see?"
"Bodies," Sakura answered. "Lots of bodies in some destroyed city or something. But, I also saw you and Syaoran. Both of you were dead."
Kaho and Nakuru gasped though Eriol remained silent. Spinel floated out of the bag and landed next to Kaho, listening.
"This does seem serious," he said.
Eriol nodded in agreement. "Tell me Sakura, what else do you remember?"
"I-I think all of you were wearing gray robes. I don't know why though. But, I was holding the Sword. Did I do that?"
Eriol's eyes narrowed as he thought it over. Wearing gray robes? That could only mean one thing. And if Sakura was receiving visions about it, the time must be close.
"I doubt it," he said. "Sakura, you would never betray your friends no matter what. You would never harm us."
Sakura wiped away her tears and nodded. "Yeah. But, what was that?"
"Perhaps a vision," said Eriol. "However, the future isn't set. Besides, we don't know anything yet so relax."
"Okay."
"Now, can you describe the city?"
Sakura thought it over and shook her head.
"There isn't much to say. It was completely destroyed and there was only rubble."
That was one bit of good news, Eriol thought. But there must be something to confirm it.
"Did any landmarks remain? Anything?"
After thinking it over Sakura finally nodded. "Yes, I think I saw what looked like the ruins of a massive temple. At least it seemed like a temple. But I felt something dark there. It wasn't strong, but it was present."
Eriol smiled, though the others had no idea why.
"Just relax, Sakura," said Kaho. "It's no use worrying yourself over this. Besides, let some time pass and I'm sure you'll understand what the dream is about."
"Yeah, okay."
Nakuru placed a hand on her shoulder but Sakura still looked down.
"Well, why don't you go out there and try to save some lives?" Kaho suggested. "You seem fine and I'm sure you can help."
"Oh yeah! Of course! Thanks, Ms Mizuki. Uh, or would it be Mrs. Hiragizawa?"
Kaho smiled. "Call me whichever feels more natural."
"Okay. Hey, come with me. You might enjoy the rally. It is for a good cause."
Eriol nodded. "I'm sure it is."
Democratic Republic of Congo
Bullets sprayed the air and women and children fell. They were cut down mercilessly by the thirty-one attackers. Most of the men had left to fight but they still had some weapons. The villagers tried desperately to defend their families but were outgunned by the well-equipped mercenaries. Grenades flew through the air and exploded, screams accompanying them. 'Raphael' looked on approvingly. What was once a village of two hundred was slowly being decimated. Flamethrowers scorched the huts and burned them to the ground.
"Sir, everyone in the village is dead. The survivors are fleeing the scene."
'Raphael' nodded. "Set down the mines and then fall back. This place is more or less finished."
"Yes sir!"
Though he wasn't too happy, the result was what the Foundation needed. It did seem to go against their prime objective, but unfortunately blood had to be spilled at times. The destruction here would be an example to the rest of the world. They would learn that force was needed to maintain order or everything would collapse. 'Raphael' turned and started walking away. His work was done.
Tokyo University Campus
The rally was in full swing when Eriol received the message. He mentally acknowledged it and frowned. If only Sakura and her friends knew the bombshell that was going to be dropped on them. Perhaps he should warn them? No, that would show his hand. They would have to learn the hard way.
Eriol looked over at his wife and noticed that she was slightly pale. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright, Kaho?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess. I'm just tired, that's all."
"I'll take you back to the hotel," Eriol suggested. "You can rest there."
"Okay," said Kaho. "Phew, it is getting a little warm."
"You two can stay here if you want," Eriol said to Nakuru and Spinel. Of course, the little guardian was in Nakuru's purse.
Nakuru nodded and tried to move closer. There certainly were a lot of people here and it was difficult to see. But thanks to Tomoyo's mother, speakers had been set up so hearing them wasn't a problem. Still, hearing and seeing weren't exactly the same thing.
Tokyo Hotel Kaho was sleeping soundly in their room as Eriol took out the orb. Technology still had a ways to go before it caught up to magic in certain areas. The light enveloped him and if anyone looked in they would simply see a man reading. In reality, Eriol would be attending a meeting. Gray robes wrapped around his body and he stood before a group of figures, six in all. It was fewer than last time, but would suffice.
Even though the projection was perfect, Eriol was still thousands of miles away. He turned to the head of the Foundation.
"The Keyholder has become aware of our existence," he said. "She has seen a vision of the future."
'Michael' was stunned. "What?"
"She saw a vision of a battle, a battle that we lost. Perhaps this is the version where we lose the Keyholder."
The others contemplated his words.
"We the Foundation have survived the Inquisition and the efforts of King Philip, we escaped unharmed the Meiji Restoration, the Communist revolutions in Russia and China, as well as the investigations directed at us from the major governments today," said 'Cassiel.' "We have given up too much to allow variables to interfere with our objectives. There must be something we can do."
"There is," 'Michael' said. "What is needed is a safety lever to keep the Keyholder in check, and we have one."
Eriol smiled, as their choice was pretty obvious. "If I remember correctly, he is currently in Beijing dealing with several members of the Chinese government."
"Going to Japan should not be a problem," said 'Michael.' "We will make the necessary arrangements so that he will be issued a business visa. Besides, he can also work to strengthen what ties we do have with the Japanese government."
"And what of the work he must engage in for his family?"
"We will use our resources to assist him. He must not be distracted."
Eriol nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"No. We thank you for your time, 'Zadkiel.'"
With another nod Eriol stepped back and the image disappeared. He was standing in his living room once again with no sign of the other members. He smiled. Things were getting interesting, and perhaps he would be amused later.
Peace Corps Meeting Room
"Thank you for inviting us," Kaho said.
"No prob." Chiharu was busy at the moment as she searched through the piles of paper. "Now where did I put that sheet?"
"This seems rather unorganized for such a big group," Nakuru commented as she poked her head around.
"You can thank him," Chiharu said, pointing at Takashi. "I don't know what he did in here while I was gone, but the entire place has been in a mess since."
Takashi, however, wasn't listening. His attention was glued to the news broadcast.
"The United Nations estimates that at least a hundred died in the attack and at least another hundred were wounded and left for dead. The village that was attacked is outside of UN patrolled area and it is speculated that the rebel militia struck here because of the lack of soldiers. Secretary General Amman Hassid has issued a statement about this latest atrocity in the Democratic Republic of Congo."
The picture shifted to an elderly Arabic man.
"The rebels are trying to destroy the peace that we have worked so hard to establish," said Hassid. "Even though UN troops committed its own atrocities and crimes before, we must do something to stabilize the situation or the entire country will fall into anarchy. If this attack came about because there weren't enough soldiers in the region to protect these civilians, than we have only ourselves to blame for acting so indecisively."
"Oh my god," Sakura gasped.
Chiharu frowned. "This could be bad?"
"Hmm? How so?" Nakuru asked.
"Well, this will push the other members to vote in favor of sending more troops to Congo. Though right now it doesn't seem like such a bad thing, it could worsen the situation."
"The Chinese Foreign Minister, Fang Lou has also issued a statement regarding this. We are taking you to Beijing now."
"Oh boy," Takashi muttered. "I'm not sure I'm going to like what I have to hear."
Tomoyo nodded. "The Chinese have been pushing for a more aggressive stance in Congo for a while now. They might just get it."
The Foreign Minister was also an elderly man and age hadn't been all too kind with him.
"This disaster is another sign of how poorly the situation in the Congo has been handled," he said. "The military forces deployed there are poorly equipped for such missions and are too few in numbers to do anything. If we want the job done correctly, we must be willing to dirty our hands in the task. I believe my friend Li Syaoran put it best. 'There's a time for talk and there's a time for action. Those times are past. It's time for force.'"
All of them except for Eriol stared at the TV for several seconds. Finally Chiharu spoke for all of them.
"Did he say Li Syaoran?"
"I-I think he did," Sakura said uncomfortably. "But why would Syaoran support something like that? It doesn't make sense!"
"Maybe you should call him," Tomoyo suggested.
"You know, I think I will. But, uh, I don't have a calling card and my cellphone doesn't cover international calls."
"Here." Eriol handed her one.
"Oh! Thanks Eriol. But are you sure it's okay?"
He nodded. "Of course. I'm just helping a friend."
Sakura punched in the numbers and waited for several seconds.
"Li Residence."
"Hello? Is Syaoran there?"
"Master Syaoran is on a business trip," the man replied. "May I ask who's calling?"
"Uh, it's Kinomoto Sakura. You might not know me-"
"Ah, Ms Kinomoto. It is I, Wei."
"Oh! Wei! Hi!"
"Hello. As I was saying, Master Syaoran is on a business trip and he's in Beijing. You can reach him at this number."
Sakura quickly grabbed a paper and pen and jotted it down.
"Thank you so much Wei."
"No problem. Good night, Ms Kinomoto."
"Good night Wei."
Sakura hung up and dialed again. This time it was a young man that answered.
"Hello?"
"Syaoran? Is that you?"
"Uh, yes. Who is this?"
"What do you mean who is this!" Sakura screamed. "It's me, Sakura!"
A long pause ensued before Li had the guts to say anything.
"S-Sakura? Uh, hi?"
"Hi Syaoran," Sakura said, calmer now. "Look, sorry for yelling at you, but we need to talk."
"Uh? Is this about us? Cause I was planning on coming for a visit and if you don't want to see me, I don't have to come."
Despite everything, Sakura immediately brightened.
"Really? Okay, then I guess we can talk later. I'll see you soon, Syaoran. And I missed you."
"I missed you too Sakura."
Sakura hung up and turned to her friends.
"Syaoran's coming to Tokyo!" Sakura said happily. "We can talk to him about all this stuff when he gets here. I haven't seen him in so long, I wonder how he's changed?"
Chiharu nodded. "Interesting. But I wonder if Li was actually involved in any of this."
"Why do you say that?" Takashi asked.
"Well, it might have just been a coincidence that Li was quoted. Maybe it was about another matter entirely."
"That is entirely possible," said Kaho. "If you believed in coincidences. This doesn't seem to be one."
"You can ask him once he gets here," said Eriol. "In the meantime, what are you going to do about this? The other Security Council members will use this to pressure the dissenting members, including Japan, to vote with them."
"We have to lessen their tone though," said Chiharu. "It's bravado like that that killed hundreds of civilians before. This was supposed to be a peacekeeping mission but the UN wanted to send in more troops and start to actively hunt down and destroy the rebels. That won't work. Why can't they see that?"
Eriol frowned a bit and closed his eyes. It wasn't time to start challenging their views. Besides, Li would be doing that soon enough. However, he had to keep from aggravating Sakura so maybe he'd be more willing to compromise. Then again, knowing Li, that wasn't about to happen easily.
Li Residence
"Who called?" Yelan asked.
"Kinomoto Sakura," said Wei. "She was looking for Master Syaoran."
Yelan nodded. "That doesn't seem to be a surprise. Did you see the statement the Foreign Minister made?"
Wei nodded. "The timing seems too coincidental. I wonder if Master Syaoran is involved in something we are not aware of."
"Syaoran isn't brutal," said Yelan. "He would never cross the line to become a murderer."
"We got it!"
Both adults looked up and saw Meiling and Futtie running down the stairs.
"We found something!" Futtie said excitedly. "Look!"
Meiling handed her aunt a piece of paper with an emblem on it. It was a single wing with something written under it.
"It seems to be Latin," Yelan said.
Meiling nodded. "Yeah. We translated it to mean 'The Gray Wing.' Have you ever heard anything like that?"
Yelan frowned and shook her head. "Where did you get this?"
"We used a spell to see if anything rubbed off on the envelope," Futtie explained. "There was no writing, only that emblem."
"Then we must investigate this. Wei, I want you to take a copy to the Archive Master, see if he recognizes this."
"Yes Lady Yelan."
Yelan looked at the paper one more time before handing it to Wei.
"What has Syaoran gotten himself into this time?"
"We can only speculate," said Futtie. "But I don't like this. If Syaoran's involved with something dangerous, he could get hurt. We should drag him back and demand an explanation."
"Not yet," said Yelan. "That would cause too much of a commotion and we do not need to give your uncle any more reason to doubt Syaoran. Let us keep it between just us for now."
Tokyo Park
Yukito checked his watch again. Being early all the time had both its advantages and disadvantages. However, for a change, Sakura was early too.
"Sorry I made you wait," she said.
"Don't worry about it."
The two started walking down the path.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" Sakura asked.
Yukito hesitated a bit. "It's about an old friend of yours. Well, I'll be honest Sakura. It's about Syaoran."
"Hoe? Is something wrong?"
Yukito shrugged. "To be honest, we don't know. Fanren's mother called in the middle of the night a few days ago to tell us that Syaoran had gone to Beijing. Now I know I should have brought it to your attention earlier but Kero didn't think it was too big a deal. However, I saw the news broadcast."
Sakura nodded. "Well, Syaoran's coming to visit and we'll get a chance to ask him personally. He better have a good explanation too, especially after the Foreign Minister quoted him."
"It's no surprise he's so well connected," said Yukito. "I did a bit of checking and it seems that the Li Clan has ties with dozens of major corporations in and outside of Hong Kong as well as relationships with many high ranking Chinese government officials."
Thinking it over, Sakura wasn't sure if she liked that.
"Is he using his power for the right things?"
Yukito smiled. "Sometimes you are too gentle, Sakura. Remember, what's right and wrong is many times a point of view. What you may consider right, others may think is wrong. Always remember that."
"But there must be some absolutes! Otherwise, nothing would get done."
"True. However, even absolutes change with time. Don't worry about it too much, Sakura. I'm sure you'll find the answers you seek yourself. Ah, Fanren asked me to extend an invitation. She asked if you and Tomoyo wanted to come over for dinner tonight."
"That'd be great," said Sakura. "We aren't doing anything so it shouldn't be a problem."
"Great. Dinner's at six so come a bit earlier so we can talk. Oh, and Kero misses you."
"I miss him too. But I can't exactly hide him in the dorms. The place is too small."
"I have to agree with that. He spends most of his time playing video games or eating."
"Sounds just like him. I'll see you then, Yukito."
Sakura waved and ran off. Yukito watched the young woman disappear from view with a sigh. Then he noticed the time.
"Oh dear! I have to get back to work! Touya's not going to be happy if we're late for the meeting."
Beijing-Li Residence
Li looked at the plane ticket and wondered if he really wanted to face Sakura after all these years. There had been some communications between the two, a few letters and the occasional phone call. Now out of the blue Sakura called him and nearly started to yell at him? As far as he knew, there was only one thing at the moment that would get her this riled up. It probably had to do with the Foreign Minister quoting him, especially since Sakura was against the UN becoming more active in the Congo.
It didn't seem like good timing, but things were getting out of control. They needed some stability over the variables, and despite it all Sakura was still a variable. He finished packing and called a taxi. While driving to the airport Li took out his cell phone.
"Good evening Wei. I have to go to Tokyo for business. Tell my mother this. I'll explain when I get back. Oh. Well, I guess I stop by. I'll call you when I know when my plane will arrive."
So his uncle was making his move now. A vote of no-confidence in him? Li smiled. He could easily afford a stopover in Hong Kong. Even if it delayed him a bit, there was no rush just yet. Soon enough, his uncle would regret his rash actions. After making the necessary changes, Li was on a plane headed back home. About an hour later he was in the car being driven back home.
"What is he using as evidence?"
"Your uncle claims that you have been neglecting the duties of the Clan and he is using your latest series of trips as examples."
Li nodded. "We'll see how far he gets when I arrive."
"Be careful, Master Syaoran," Wei warned. "Your uncle does have a good deal of support among the Council of Elders."
A shrug. "Be that as it may, I am allied with forces that are far more powerful."
Back at the Li Manor, Meiling and Futtie were coming to the same conclusion as Li Xi, the old archivist, looked at the symbol.
"Hmm. I recall seeing something like this a long time ago. Let me see, ah yes."
He pulled out an old book and opened the pages. It was written completely in French.
"This is a list of the objects seized by King Philip of France during his attack on an organization known as the Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon."
"Long name," Meiling commented.
"They were known more commonly as the Knights Templar," said Xi, "and they were hardly poor. In fact, the Knights Templar were some of the most powerful people in Medieval Europe. That was one reason the French King attacked them, for their wealth."
"What does this have to do with the symbol?" Futtie asked.
"Even though Philip wasn't able to seize the treasure of the Knights Templar, he did get his hands on some documents that weren't destroyed in time. One of them was apparently an order to the Knights Templar, telling them to move all of their treasures from Paris and destroy all documentation of their resources. Ah, here is the copy."
Even though the two couldn't read the letter, the only thing that mattered to them was the symbol printed at the bottom of the paper.
"It's the same," said Meiling.
Xi nodded. "Indeed it is. I almost didn't recognize it at first, but there is no doubt. Whoever the young Master Syaoran is involved with, they are an old and powerful organization."
Meiling's eyes went wide. "Wait, Syaoran just came back to deal with his uncle. If this group is so powerful, isn't it dangerous for him to try messing with Syaoran?"
"Perhaps," said Xi. "If he so chose, Master Syaoran might do permanent damage to Li Yao Bi."
"We have to stop this," said Futtie. "We can't let this tear the Clan apart."
Xi nodded. "I suggest you go and speak with Yao Bi."
"Come with us," said Meiling. "He'll be more willing to believe us if you're there too."
Reluctantly Xi stood and nodded. "I'm getting too old for this stuff."
Futtie drove like mad as they raced back to the Li Manor. When they got there Meiling was a bit winded and Xi had been hanging on for dear life. However, when they entered the Council meeting area, it seemed as if it was too late. Li was already standing, speaking before the Council.
"Today I stand here listening to the most pathetic excuses I have ever heard in my life," he began. "My uncle, Li Yao Bi, charges that I have neglected the business of the Li Clan for a long time. Is that so? Take a look at the books yourselves. Through my actions, I have established ties with fifteen major corporations around the world. I am a personal friend of several major politicians, including the Foreign Minister of the PRC. I have also protected the interests of our older acquaintances, providing assistance and maintaining stability. And now you dare charge that I have been neglecting the business of the Clan!"
"And yet recently you have made several trips around the world for seemingly no reason at all," Yao Bi countered. "You have been wasting time while more work could be done."
Li shot him a look that could easily have killed. "I think you're forgetting that we are a family of mages. We work to maintain the balance and harmony of the world, even when it means going out of our way to do so. There is more to the Li Clan than just doing business and earning money, something I believe several of you have forgotten."
Yao Bi and his supporters bristled at the criticism while Li's supporters nodded. It was clear where the line was drawn and Li's support was still greater than that of Yao Bi.
"Consider this a warning," said Li. "I have connections beyond that of the Li Clan. If you attempt to remove me as head of this family, I shall personally disown every single one of you that tries it. Not only that, you will not have access to anything with the Li family name and you will be cut off."
"You insolent child!" Yao Bi cried out. "How dare you threaten your elders in such a way? We are the ones that hold the power to do this!"
Li smiled and took out a piece of paper. "Not legally. If you tried it, my partners and I will have a field day in court. Remember, when I assumed the position as head of the family, I gained control of all of the Li Clan's assets."
"And yet you forget that we also do a great deal of work," another one of his uncles said. "You are not the only ones with connections in the government and business."
"Would that be the local government and businesses?" Li shot back. "I have friends in governments around the world. I am a friend of the Prime Minister of Great Britain, the Secretaries of State and Defense of the United States, as well as the Pope of the Vatican. Political power such as that is difficult to match. I also know the Secretary General of the United Nations personally, so don't lecture me about having connections."
"You bluff," Yao Bi said, though he had lost some of his bluster.
"No he does not," Xi said as he came forward. "Master Syaoran received several gifts from the Vatican in thanks for his donations to help support them. One was an artifact from a thousand years ago, a bible so old that its pages are barely readable. Attached was a letter from the Pope himself. No, Master Syaoran is not lying."
"Be warned," Li said. "If you vote today, I will find out who went against me and cut you off for good."
There was real fear in the eyes of Yao Bi's supporters and he could do nothing to get rid of them. He glared at Li but nearly fell back when Li stared back at him. Finally, he conceded.
"Very well, Syaoran. But do not think that this is over. Your priority is to the Clan, not to yourself."
Li grinned. "I am the Clan, Yao Bi. There is no difference now."
In the background Yelan frowned as she looked at her son. "So much like his father."
With that, the Council immediately left. Li had won this round, and he was ready for more.
End of Chapter 2
Z98
The Mage War
Chapter 2: The Foundation
Tomoyo handed the packet to Chiharu as they walked down campus.
"That's the stuff you'll need for the next rally," she said. "I managed to get it through my mom's company."
"Thanks so much for helping us," said Chiharu. "Not all of the government is happy with what we're doing so we can't get some of this stuff."
Tomoyo smiled. "It's a pleasure. Besides, it's kind of fun helping with these rallies, and it's for a good cause."
Suddenly hands shot out and covered Tomoyo's eyes. Both girls shrieked and Chiharu spun around to see who it was.
"Huh? Hiragizawa!"
He let go of Tomoyo and she turned around to look at him.
"A pity you ruined my surprise, Mihara."
"Eriol!"
"Hey, what's up?" Nakuru greeted.
"It's good to see all of you again," Kaho said, standing next to her husband.
"What are you doing in Japan?" Tomoyo asked.
"I came to visit," said Eriol. "I have a month worth of vacation and decided to spend it in Japan."
"You should have called," said Tomoyo. "We could have made plans."
"I did call, though I wanted it to be a surprise."
Tomoyo looked at the sly smile Eriol had on his face and knew it was true. Deep down, Eriol did enjoy entertainment, and with the wisdom of Clow Reed it did take a bit to amuse him.
"So you two are the ones working on the rallies," Kaho said. "You've done a great deal."
Chiharu nodded. "We're only doing what we feel is right."
"But how can you know it's really the right thing to do?" Eriol asked with a smile.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Tomoyo asked. "We're trying to stop the killing."
"Right and wrong is hardly impartial," said Eriol. "It's always from someone's point of view. As to stopping the killing, will withdrawing the UN's troops really do that? They went in because of a civil war."
"And they did a fine job cleaning it up," Chiharu said sarcastically. "C'mon, Eriol. You should know what happened with the UN troops."
"True enough," said Eriol. "However, what will happen if they pull out? How many more people will die?"
"Well, come to one of our rallies," said Chiharu. "We'll convince you there!"
"Don't be so sure," Nakuru said. "Eriol can be so stubborn at times."
"We're supposed to meet up with Sakura. Want to come along?" Tomoyo invited.
Eriol nodded. "It'll be nice to see her again, after so long."
Japan-Tokyo University Dorms
At the dorms, Sakura was finishing her notes for her physics class. She sighed and closed the almost full notebook. It amazed her how much stuff she had to know for one class. As she leaned back and closed her eyes, Sakura felt something. When she opened them again, she was standing in the center of a desolated city.
"Hoe? What is this?"
Sakura turned around and screamed. Around her were the broken bodies of twelve people, men and women in gray robes. She couldn't make out any of their faces but then two of them focused. Speechless, she walked forward to get a better look. Sakura immediately regretted it. Lying there were Li Syaoran and Hiragizawa Eriol.
"But, how!"
Blood covered their forms and the two still gripped their weapons. Li was broken in two, his lower body a few feet away from the rest. His eyes stared blankly above, no life in them at all. Eriol's eyes were closed but there was a massive gash across his face. He had been disemboweled, with blood soaking the debris around him.
"Oh my god, what happened?"
Sakura sank down to her knees and suddenly noticed something in her hand. It was the Sword Card, though it too had changed over the years. Now the blade was almost as tall as her and was still thin. However, the blade remained as sharp as ever. This was not what shocked her; what shocked her was that the entire sword was covered in crimson blood and it had splattered on her hand as well.
Sakura screamed and felt the world collapse around her.
"Sakura!"
Her eyes snapped open and she saw that Tomoyo had been shaking her. She immediately hugged her friend and cried.
"Oh my god, Tomoyo. It was so horrible."
"What happened?" Tomoyo asked as she held her friend.
"I-I saw...so much blood."
Chiharu leaned down and looked at Sakura with sad eyes.
"Sakura, are you okay? Was it a nightmare?"
Eriol frowned. There was an odd aura surrounding Sakura, something Chiharu and Tomoyo couldn't see because they held no magic. However, looking over, he confirmed that Kaho and Nakuru also saw it.
"Sakura, calm down," Eriol said gently.
Upon hearing his voice, Sakura looked up. "Eriol. You're okay!"
His face turned graver. So she had seen a vision. But of what?
"You can tell us about it later," said Eriol. "Are you okay now?"
Sakura sniffed and nodded. "Yeah. It was just so horrible. Hoe, I never want to see that again."
"Maybe you should rest," said Chiharu. "Tomoyo and I can handle the rally."
"No, I can help," Sakura said bravely. "We all worked on this and it isn't fair to make you guys do the rest."
"Sakura, I really think you should rest," Eriol said.
Looking around, Sakura saw the concern in their eyes. Finally, she nodded.
"All right. But I'll come check on you later."
Chiharu smiled. "Don't worry about it, Sakura. You just focus on getting better."
"I'll stay with Sakura," Eriol said. "You two can get back to preparing for the rally."
"But," Tomoyo said, reluctant to leave her friend.
"Don't worry," Kaho assured her. "If anyone can help Sakura, Eriol can."
Tomoyo looked at Eriol and then at Sakura. It was true, so she agreed. When Chiharu and Tomoyo were gone, Eriol sat down in front of Sakura.
"So. What did you see?"
"Bodies," Sakura answered. "Lots of bodies in some destroyed city or something. But, I also saw you and Syaoran. Both of you were dead."
Kaho and Nakuru gasped though Eriol remained silent. Spinel floated out of the bag and landed next to Kaho, listening.
"This does seem serious," he said.
Eriol nodded in agreement. "Tell me Sakura, what else do you remember?"
"I-I think all of you were wearing gray robes. I don't know why though. But, I was holding the Sword. Did I do that?"
Eriol's eyes narrowed as he thought it over. Wearing gray robes? That could only mean one thing. And if Sakura was receiving visions about it, the time must be close.
"I doubt it," he said. "Sakura, you would never betray your friends no matter what. You would never harm us."
Sakura wiped away her tears and nodded. "Yeah. But, what was that?"
"Perhaps a vision," said Eriol. "However, the future isn't set. Besides, we don't know anything yet so relax."
"Okay."
"Now, can you describe the city?"
Sakura thought it over and shook her head.
"There isn't much to say. It was completely destroyed and there was only rubble."
That was one bit of good news, Eriol thought. But there must be something to confirm it.
"Did any landmarks remain? Anything?"
After thinking it over Sakura finally nodded. "Yes, I think I saw what looked like the ruins of a massive temple. At least it seemed like a temple. But I felt something dark there. It wasn't strong, but it was present."
Eriol smiled, though the others had no idea why.
"Just relax, Sakura," said Kaho. "It's no use worrying yourself over this. Besides, let some time pass and I'm sure you'll understand what the dream is about."
"Yeah, okay."
Nakuru placed a hand on her shoulder but Sakura still looked down.
"Well, why don't you go out there and try to save some lives?" Kaho suggested. "You seem fine and I'm sure you can help."
"Oh yeah! Of course! Thanks, Ms Mizuki. Uh, or would it be Mrs. Hiragizawa?"
Kaho smiled. "Call me whichever feels more natural."
"Okay. Hey, come with me. You might enjoy the rally. It is for a good cause."
Eriol nodded. "I'm sure it is."
Democratic Republic of Congo
Bullets sprayed the air and women and children fell. They were cut down mercilessly by the thirty-one attackers. Most of the men had left to fight but they still had some weapons. The villagers tried desperately to defend their families but were outgunned by the well-equipped mercenaries. Grenades flew through the air and exploded, screams accompanying them. 'Raphael' looked on approvingly. What was once a village of two hundred was slowly being decimated. Flamethrowers scorched the huts and burned them to the ground.
"Sir, everyone in the village is dead. The survivors are fleeing the scene."
'Raphael' nodded. "Set down the mines and then fall back. This place is more or less finished."
"Yes sir!"
Though he wasn't too happy, the result was what the Foundation needed. It did seem to go against their prime objective, but unfortunately blood had to be spilled at times. The destruction here would be an example to the rest of the world. They would learn that force was needed to maintain order or everything would collapse. 'Raphael' turned and started walking away. His work was done.
Tokyo University Campus
The rally was in full swing when Eriol received the message. He mentally acknowledged it and frowned. If only Sakura and her friends knew the bombshell that was going to be dropped on them. Perhaps he should warn them? No, that would show his hand. They would have to learn the hard way.
Eriol looked over at his wife and noticed that she was slightly pale. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright, Kaho?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess. I'm just tired, that's all."
"I'll take you back to the hotel," Eriol suggested. "You can rest there."
"Okay," said Kaho. "Phew, it is getting a little warm."
"You two can stay here if you want," Eriol said to Nakuru and Spinel. Of course, the little guardian was in Nakuru's purse.
Nakuru nodded and tried to move closer. There certainly were a lot of people here and it was difficult to see. But thanks to Tomoyo's mother, speakers had been set up so hearing them wasn't a problem. Still, hearing and seeing weren't exactly the same thing.
Tokyo Hotel Kaho was sleeping soundly in their room as Eriol took out the orb. Technology still had a ways to go before it caught up to magic in certain areas. The light enveloped him and if anyone looked in they would simply see a man reading. In reality, Eriol would be attending a meeting. Gray robes wrapped around his body and he stood before a group of figures, six in all. It was fewer than last time, but would suffice.
Even though the projection was perfect, Eriol was still thousands of miles away. He turned to the head of the Foundation.
"The Keyholder has become aware of our existence," he said. "She has seen a vision of the future."
'Michael' was stunned. "What?"
"She saw a vision of a battle, a battle that we lost. Perhaps this is the version where we lose the Keyholder."
The others contemplated his words.
"We the Foundation have survived the Inquisition and the efforts of King Philip, we escaped unharmed the Meiji Restoration, the Communist revolutions in Russia and China, as well as the investigations directed at us from the major governments today," said 'Cassiel.' "We have given up too much to allow variables to interfere with our objectives. There must be something we can do."
"There is," 'Michael' said. "What is needed is a safety lever to keep the Keyholder in check, and we have one."
Eriol smiled, as their choice was pretty obvious. "If I remember correctly, he is currently in Beijing dealing with several members of the Chinese government."
"Going to Japan should not be a problem," said 'Michael.' "We will make the necessary arrangements so that he will be issued a business visa. Besides, he can also work to strengthen what ties we do have with the Japanese government."
"And what of the work he must engage in for his family?"
"We will use our resources to assist him. He must not be distracted."
Eriol nodded. "Is there anything else?"
"No. We thank you for your time, 'Zadkiel.'"
With another nod Eriol stepped back and the image disappeared. He was standing in his living room once again with no sign of the other members. He smiled. Things were getting interesting, and perhaps he would be amused later.
Peace Corps Meeting Room
"Thank you for inviting us," Kaho said.
"No prob." Chiharu was busy at the moment as she searched through the piles of paper. "Now where did I put that sheet?"
"This seems rather unorganized for such a big group," Nakuru commented as she poked her head around.
"You can thank him," Chiharu said, pointing at Takashi. "I don't know what he did in here while I was gone, but the entire place has been in a mess since."
Takashi, however, wasn't listening. His attention was glued to the news broadcast.
"The United Nations estimates that at least a hundred died in the attack and at least another hundred were wounded and left for dead. The village that was attacked is outside of UN patrolled area and it is speculated that the rebel militia struck here because of the lack of soldiers. Secretary General Amman Hassid has issued a statement about this latest atrocity in the Democratic Republic of Congo."
The picture shifted to an elderly Arabic man.
"The rebels are trying to destroy the peace that we have worked so hard to establish," said Hassid. "Even though UN troops committed its own atrocities and crimes before, we must do something to stabilize the situation or the entire country will fall into anarchy. If this attack came about because there weren't enough soldiers in the region to protect these civilians, than we have only ourselves to blame for acting so indecisively."
"Oh my god," Sakura gasped.
Chiharu frowned. "This could be bad?"
"Hmm? How so?" Nakuru asked.
"Well, this will push the other members to vote in favor of sending more troops to Congo. Though right now it doesn't seem like such a bad thing, it could worsen the situation."
"The Chinese Foreign Minister, Fang Lou has also issued a statement regarding this. We are taking you to Beijing now."
"Oh boy," Takashi muttered. "I'm not sure I'm going to like what I have to hear."
Tomoyo nodded. "The Chinese have been pushing for a more aggressive stance in Congo for a while now. They might just get it."
The Foreign Minister was also an elderly man and age hadn't been all too kind with him.
"This disaster is another sign of how poorly the situation in the Congo has been handled," he said. "The military forces deployed there are poorly equipped for such missions and are too few in numbers to do anything. If we want the job done correctly, we must be willing to dirty our hands in the task. I believe my friend Li Syaoran put it best. 'There's a time for talk and there's a time for action. Those times are past. It's time for force.'"
All of them except for Eriol stared at the TV for several seconds. Finally Chiharu spoke for all of them.
"Did he say Li Syaoran?"
"I-I think he did," Sakura said uncomfortably. "But why would Syaoran support something like that? It doesn't make sense!"
"Maybe you should call him," Tomoyo suggested.
"You know, I think I will. But, uh, I don't have a calling card and my cellphone doesn't cover international calls."
"Here." Eriol handed her one.
"Oh! Thanks Eriol. But are you sure it's okay?"
He nodded. "Of course. I'm just helping a friend."
Sakura punched in the numbers and waited for several seconds.
"Li Residence."
"Hello? Is Syaoran there?"
"Master Syaoran is on a business trip," the man replied. "May I ask who's calling?"
"Uh, it's Kinomoto Sakura. You might not know me-"
"Ah, Ms Kinomoto. It is I, Wei."
"Oh! Wei! Hi!"
"Hello. As I was saying, Master Syaoran is on a business trip and he's in Beijing. You can reach him at this number."
Sakura quickly grabbed a paper and pen and jotted it down.
"Thank you so much Wei."
"No problem. Good night, Ms Kinomoto."
"Good night Wei."
Sakura hung up and dialed again. This time it was a young man that answered.
"Hello?"
"Syaoran? Is that you?"
"Uh, yes. Who is this?"
"What do you mean who is this!" Sakura screamed. "It's me, Sakura!"
A long pause ensued before Li had the guts to say anything.
"S-Sakura? Uh, hi?"
"Hi Syaoran," Sakura said, calmer now. "Look, sorry for yelling at you, but we need to talk."
"Uh? Is this about us? Cause I was planning on coming for a visit and if you don't want to see me, I don't have to come."
Despite everything, Sakura immediately brightened.
"Really? Okay, then I guess we can talk later. I'll see you soon, Syaoran. And I missed you."
"I missed you too Sakura."
Sakura hung up and turned to her friends.
"Syaoran's coming to Tokyo!" Sakura said happily. "We can talk to him about all this stuff when he gets here. I haven't seen him in so long, I wonder how he's changed?"
Chiharu nodded. "Interesting. But I wonder if Li was actually involved in any of this."
"Why do you say that?" Takashi asked.
"Well, it might have just been a coincidence that Li was quoted. Maybe it was about another matter entirely."
"That is entirely possible," said Kaho. "If you believed in coincidences. This doesn't seem to be one."
"You can ask him once he gets here," said Eriol. "In the meantime, what are you going to do about this? The other Security Council members will use this to pressure the dissenting members, including Japan, to vote with them."
"We have to lessen their tone though," said Chiharu. "It's bravado like that that killed hundreds of civilians before. This was supposed to be a peacekeeping mission but the UN wanted to send in more troops and start to actively hunt down and destroy the rebels. That won't work. Why can't they see that?"
Eriol frowned a bit and closed his eyes. It wasn't time to start challenging their views. Besides, Li would be doing that soon enough. However, he had to keep from aggravating Sakura so maybe he'd be more willing to compromise. Then again, knowing Li, that wasn't about to happen easily.
Li Residence
"Who called?" Yelan asked.
"Kinomoto Sakura," said Wei. "She was looking for Master Syaoran."
Yelan nodded. "That doesn't seem to be a surprise. Did you see the statement the Foreign Minister made?"
Wei nodded. "The timing seems too coincidental. I wonder if Master Syaoran is involved in something we are not aware of."
"Syaoran isn't brutal," said Yelan. "He would never cross the line to become a murderer."
"We got it!"
Both adults looked up and saw Meiling and Futtie running down the stairs.
"We found something!" Futtie said excitedly. "Look!"
Meiling handed her aunt a piece of paper with an emblem on it. It was a single wing with something written under it.
"It seems to be Latin," Yelan said.
Meiling nodded. "Yeah. We translated it to mean 'The Gray Wing.' Have you ever heard anything like that?"
Yelan frowned and shook her head. "Where did you get this?"
"We used a spell to see if anything rubbed off on the envelope," Futtie explained. "There was no writing, only that emblem."
"Then we must investigate this. Wei, I want you to take a copy to the Archive Master, see if he recognizes this."
"Yes Lady Yelan."
Yelan looked at the paper one more time before handing it to Wei.
"What has Syaoran gotten himself into this time?"
"We can only speculate," said Futtie. "But I don't like this. If Syaoran's involved with something dangerous, he could get hurt. We should drag him back and demand an explanation."
"Not yet," said Yelan. "That would cause too much of a commotion and we do not need to give your uncle any more reason to doubt Syaoran. Let us keep it between just us for now."
Tokyo Park
Yukito checked his watch again. Being early all the time had both its advantages and disadvantages. However, for a change, Sakura was early too.
"Sorry I made you wait," she said.
"Don't worry about it."
The two started walking down the path.
"What did you need to talk to me about?" Sakura asked.
Yukito hesitated a bit. "It's about an old friend of yours. Well, I'll be honest Sakura. It's about Syaoran."
"Hoe? Is something wrong?"
Yukito shrugged. "To be honest, we don't know. Fanren's mother called in the middle of the night a few days ago to tell us that Syaoran had gone to Beijing. Now I know I should have brought it to your attention earlier but Kero didn't think it was too big a deal. However, I saw the news broadcast."
Sakura nodded. "Well, Syaoran's coming to visit and we'll get a chance to ask him personally. He better have a good explanation too, especially after the Foreign Minister quoted him."
"It's no surprise he's so well connected," said Yukito. "I did a bit of checking and it seems that the Li Clan has ties with dozens of major corporations in and outside of Hong Kong as well as relationships with many high ranking Chinese government officials."
Thinking it over, Sakura wasn't sure if she liked that.
"Is he using his power for the right things?"
Yukito smiled. "Sometimes you are too gentle, Sakura. Remember, what's right and wrong is many times a point of view. What you may consider right, others may think is wrong. Always remember that."
"But there must be some absolutes! Otherwise, nothing would get done."
"True. However, even absolutes change with time. Don't worry about it too much, Sakura. I'm sure you'll find the answers you seek yourself. Ah, Fanren asked me to extend an invitation. She asked if you and Tomoyo wanted to come over for dinner tonight."
"That'd be great," said Sakura. "We aren't doing anything so it shouldn't be a problem."
"Great. Dinner's at six so come a bit earlier so we can talk. Oh, and Kero misses you."
"I miss him too. But I can't exactly hide him in the dorms. The place is too small."
"I have to agree with that. He spends most of his time playing video games or eating."
"Sounds just like him. I'll see you then, Yukito."
Sakura waved and ran off. Yukito watched the young woman disappear from view with a sigh. Then he noticed the time.
"Oh dear! I have to get back to work! Touya's not going to be happy if we're late for the meeting."
Beijing-Li Residence
Li looked at the plane ticket and wondered if he really wanted to face Sakura after all these years. There had been some communications between the two, a few letters and the occasional phone call. Now out of the blue Sakura called him and nearly started to yell at him? As far as he knew, there was only one thing at the moment that would get her this riled up. It probably had to do with the Foreign Minister quoting him, especially since Sakura was against the UN becoming more active in the Congo.
It didn't seem like good timing, but things were getting out of control. They needed some stability over the variables, and despite it all Sakura was still a variable. He finished packing and called a taxi. While driving to the airport Li took out his cell phone.
"Good evening Wei. I have to go to Tokyo for business. Tell my mother this. I'll explain when I get back. Oh. Well, I guess I stop by. I'll call you when I know when my plane will arrive."
So his uncle was making his move now. A vote of no-confidence in him? Li smiled. He could easily afford a stopover in Hong Kong. Even if it delayed him a bit, there was no rush just yet. Soon enough, his uncle would regret his rash actions. After making the necessary changes, Li was on a plane headed back home. About an hour later he was in the car being driven back home.
"What is he using as evidence?"
"Your uncle claims that you have been neglecting the duties of the Clan and he is using your latest series of trips as examples."
Li nodded. "We'll see how far he gets when I arrive."
"Be careful, Master Syaoran," Wei warned. "Your uncle does have a good deal of support among the Council of Elders."
A shrug. "Be that as it may, I am allied with forces that are far more powerful."
Back at the Li Manor, Meiling and Futtie were coming to the same conclusion as Li Xi, the old archivist, looked at the symbol.
"Hmm. I recall seeing something like this a long time ago. Let me see, ah yes."
He pulled out an old book and opened the pages. It was written completely in French.
"This is a list of the objects seized by King Philip of France during his attack on an organization known as the Order of the Poor Knights of Christ and the Temple of Solomon."
"Long name," Meiling commented.
"They were known more commonly as the Knights Templar," said Xi, "and they were hardly poor. In fact, the Knights Templar were some of the most powerful people in Medieval Europe. That was one reason the French King attacked them, for their wealth."
"What does this have to do with the symbol?" Futtie asked.
"Even though Philip wasn't able to seize the treasure of the Knights Templar, he did get his hands on some documents that weren't destroyed in time. One of them was apparently an order to the Knights Templar, telling them to move all of their treasures from Paris and destroy all documentation of their resources. Ah, here is the copy."
Even though the two couldn't read the letter, the only thing that mattered to them was the symbol printed at the bottom of the paper.
"It's the same," said Meiling.
Xi nodded. "Indeed it is. I almost didn't recognize it at first, but there is no doubt. Whoever the young Master Syaoran is involved with, they are an old and powerful organization."
Meiling's eyes went wide. "Wait, Syaoran just came back to deal with his uncle. If this group is so powerful, isn't it dangerous for him to try messing with Syaoran?"
"Perhaps," said Xi. "If he so chose, Master Syaoran might do permanent damage to Li Yao Bi."
"We have to stop this," said Futtie. "We can't let this tear the Clan apart."
Xi nodded. "I suggest you go and speak with Yao Bi."
"Come with us," said Meiling. "He'll be more willing to believe us if you're there too."
Reluctantly Xi stood and nodded. "I'm getting too old for this stuff."
Futtie drove like mad as they raced back to the Li Manor. When they got there Meiling was a bit winded and Xi had been hanging on for dear life. However, when they entered the Council meeting area, it seemed as if it was too late. Li was already standing, speaking before the Council.
"Today I stand here listening to the most pathetic excuses I have ever heard in my life," he began. "My uncle, Li Yao Bi, charges that I have neglected the business of the Li Clan for a long time. Is that so? Take a look at the books yourselves. Through my actions, I have established ties with fifteen major corporations around the world. I am a personal friend of several major politicians, including the Foreign Minister of the PRC. I have also protected the interests of our older acquaintances, providing assistance and maintaining stability. And now you dare charge that I have been neglecting the business of the Clan!"
"And yet recently you have made several trips around the world for seemingly no reason at all," Yao Bi countered. "You have been wasting time while more work could be done."
Li shot him a look that could easily have killed. "I think you're forgetting that we are a family of mages. We work to maintain the balance and harmony of the world, even when it means going out of our way to do so. There is more to the Li Clan than just doing business and earning money, something I believe several of you have forgotten."
Yao Bi and his supporters bristled at the criticism while Li's supporters nodded. It was clear where the line was drawn and Li's support was still greater than that of Yao Bi.
"Consider this a warning," said Li. "I have connections beyond that of the Li Clan. If you attempt to remove me as head of this family, I shall personally disown every single one of you that tries it. Not only that, you will not have access to anything with the Li family name and you will be cut off."
"You insolent child!" Yao Bi cried out. "How dare you threaten your elders in such a way? We are the ones that hold the power to do this!"
Li smiled and took out a piece of paper. "Not legally. If you tried it, my partners and I will have a field day in court. Remember, when I assumed the position as head of the family, I gained control of all of the Li Clan's assets."
"And yet you forget that we also do a great deal of work," another one of his uncles said. "You are not the only ones with connections in the government and business."
"Would that be the local government and businesses?" Li shot back. "I have friends in governments around the world. I am a friend of the Prime Minister of Great Britain, the Secretaries of State and Defense of the United States, as well as the Pope of the Vatican. Political power such as that is difficult to match. I also know the Secretary General of the United Nations personally, so don't lecture me about having connections."
"You bluff," Yao Bi said, though he had lost some of his bluster.
"No he does not," Xi said as he came forward. "Master Syaoran received several gifts from the Vatican in thanks for his donations to help support them. One was an artifact from a thousand years ago, a bible so old that its pages are barely readable. Attached was a letter from the Pope himself. No, Master Syaoran is not lying."
"Be warned," Li said. "If you vote today, I will find out who went against me and cut you off for good."
There was real fear in the eyes of Yao Bi's supporters and he could do nothing to get rid of them. He glared at Li but nearly fell back when Li stared back at him. Finally, he conceded.
"Very well, Syaoran. But do not think that this is over. Your priority is to the Clan, not to yourself."
Li grinned. "I am the Clan, Yao Bi. There is no difference now."
In the background Yelan frowned as she looked at her son. "So much like his father."
With that, the Council immediately left. Li had won this round, and he was ready for more.
End of Chapter 2
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