Kingdom of Fairy Tales
Prologue – When Everything Went Wrong
By Mirage Voorhees
Disclaimer – I don't own Card Captor Sakura or its characters.
Author's Notes – Well this is my first story that I'm posting on this account. I actually have another account with a lot of fanfiction, but I decided to post this fic kind of anonymously. This is different from my usual works, and I have way too many fics started on my other account. This is just an idea I got one day. And I know Ruby Moon (coughFaerie Princesscough) has no real gender…but I made Ruby a girl in this fic. I hope you enjoy – and don't forget to review!
Warnings/Pairings – AU, characters slightly OOC for now. Rated PG-13. Syaoran/Sakura, Touya/Yukito.
Summary – Legend has it that a rude, stuck up prince was in line for the throne. That was, until a fairy princess decided to punish him by turning him into a wolf that would never age nor die. Destined to stay as a wolf, alone for eternity, only the full moon will give him a human form for a limited amount of time. Lost in his own despair, will anyone be able to save him?
The kingdom of Yetrayl was known throughout the land for its lush forests and its large castle within the city. It was ruled by a fair lady, whom the King had married before he had died. She had had four children before the marriage, and the King had sired only one heir by her, but despite his death, the lady went on to bring up her children as best as she could while running the land. Her children went without nothing…and perhaps that's where everything went wrong.
At the age of six, the young prince of Yetrayl was known to throw rocks at the chickens and other livestock. He would run through the castle gardens and trample the flowers that the maids had carefully planted. Toys, clothes, and other items were thrown around his room, and that was only half the things he did. By the age of twelve he was sneaking out of the castle to play tricks on the villagers, and by sixteen he disappeared with his father's horse almost every day, though he was not allowed to touch the cold black stallion.
The Queen was oblivious to the young boy's troublemaking, overlooking all his wrongs. All that scolded her little boy were sent away, and those who weren't sent away usually quit their jobs within the castle because they couldn't handle the prince's attitude.
The prince was spoiled, rude, and the villagers feared the day that he would become their new king.
On the eighteenth year since the prince had been born, that day finally arrived. It was about a week after the prince's birthday, and the servants were still cleaning up the mess from the massive ball that had been thrown for the prince. He had been out in the garden, relaxing in the sun as he lay on a tree branch, when he heard his mother's voice call him.
Opening one eye, he acknowledged her with, "What do you want?"
She simply smiled, beckoning him into the castle with a raised hand as she walked back through the entrance and into the castle. Now, Syaoran was fairly cold and disobedient, but when it came to his mother, he always did what she said. So, pulling himself up into a sitting position, he pushed off the branch and landed on his feet in the grass.
Above him, a white dove took flight into the bright sky, the sunlight lighting up its feathers and the breeze stirring up cherry blossoms from the grass beneath the tree that the young prince had been sitting in. Shielding his eyes, Prince Syaoran looked to the sky. It had been unnaturally warm in the kingdom the past few weeks, and the heat was starting to get to him. He glared at the sun, wiping the sweat off his brow before he turned and started walking towards the entrance.
A maid carrying a load of freshly washed clothes walked out the entrance just before him and, seeing him from the corner of her eye, she squeaked and nearly dropped the clothes she was carrying. She hurried out of the way, and Syaoran smirked after her as he entered the castle.
He found his mother in the throne room awaiting him. She was dressed in one of her silk dresses that she loved to wear, and her crown was shining brilliantly from atop her head. As always, she was smiling at her son, and she greeted her four daughters with that same smile as they entered the room as well.
Syaoran frowned, noticing another person standing next to his mother. She looked a bit older than Syaoran himself, with long brown hair and bangs that were almost as long as her face. She was wearing odd looking clothes that made her stand out, and Syaoran guessed she was a foreigner. He'd never seen her around the castle before, which was very odd.
As if she knew he was staring at her, her shy gaze turned towards him and their eyes locked. A cold shiver went down Syaoran's back, though he had no idea why. There was something about the girl standing next to his mother that made him anxious and edgy.
"Mother?" Syaoran heard one of his sisters ask, "Why have you called us here?"
"I have called all my children here for a glorious announcement," she started, her gaze turning to Syaoran. "As you know, Syaoran celebrated his eighteenth birthday last week, and he is now of age to take the throne."
One of his sisters started to laugh, covering it up as a cough. He shot them a glare, and they grinned innocently in response.
"There's one catch though," the Queen went on to say, and suddenly she had Syaoran's full attention. "He must marry."
And suddenly everything clicked into place for Syaoran.
"No," he stated coldly. "No! I will not marry that whore you've found me for a wife!"
"Excuse me?" The lady asked, eyes widening. Syaoran ignored her.
"Syaoran," his mother scolded him, "Nakuru is our guest, she has come a long ways to meet you. I expect you to court her as any gentleman should, and the wedding will be in a few weeks."
"I refuse to marry!"
"Please Syaoran," she begged, "You know that I am getting old, and soon I will not be able to take care of the kingdom as I should. I need to see that you are married and become king, in case I should take sick and die."
"I don't want to be king, mother! I don't care about the kingdom or it's people, and I especially don't care about that girl!"
"Syaoran!"
"You can't make me marry her, mother! And you can't make me be king!" He pointed to one of his sisters. "Get one of them to marry some duke and be queen!"
"You are the only one here with the family's royal blood. The public will accept no one else," his mother answered calmly.
"I don't care," he crossed his arms.
"Syaoran-" his mother started, but was interrupted.
"I've seen enough," the strange foreign girl – Nakuru was her name – said as she stepped forward. Everyone turned their gaze to her, but she looked only at Syaoran. "I'd heard the rumors that the prince was a brat, and now I've seen it for my own eyes."
Syaoran sneered at her. "What do you know?"
"I know enough," she smiled sadly. "I've been watching you for the past few weeks. I've seen everything."
"That isn't possible," Syaoran uncrossed his arms. "If you've been watching me, I would know. I've never seen you before today."
Nakuru winked, walking towards him. And as she did, a swirl of color made its way up from the floor, slowly engulfing her. Her clothes changed, blowing slightly, and her hair grew longer and changed color. From her back, two big black butterfly wings sprouted, and when the colors died down, a totally different person was standing before them.
Syaoran had once read a story book when he was a kid about a beautiful lady with long pink hair and black butterfly wings. The book had called her the Faerie Princess, and had said that she granted wishes to all that came across her. The book had also warned that she was a prankster, and if you got on her bad side, then she would do something bad to you.
"So you've heard of me?" She asked, raising a finger and lifting his chin so that he met her gaze.
Syaoran looked shocked, and though he wanted to move away, he couldn't. His feet felt like they were glued to the floor and he couldn't budge one inch. "How did you do that? You can read my thoughts?"
She smiled and nodded.
"When I read those books, I never believed those stupid fairy tales," Syaoran admitted.
"Maybe you should have," She said quietly. "Then maybe you wouldn't be in this situation."
"What do you plan to do to me?" He asked sarcastically, "Turn me into fairy dust?"
"No, I've already thought of a proper punishment for your cruelness," She smirked at him, letting go of his chin and moving away. "From the day you were born you've been a rude, disobedient, uncaring brat. You have no regrets, you feel very little love…to me, you are just like any other animal."
"So what?" He snapped, his eyes searching out his sisters. They seemed to be frozen in time, their eyes unblinking and their mouths opened in a silent gasp. His mother was the same way, and Syaoran glared hard at the Faerie Princess. "What have you done to my family?"
"Oh, they're all right. Just used some magic on them. Once this is over, everything will go back to normal," she put a finger up to her lips and looked thoughtful, "Or, as normal as it can be."
"What do you mean?"
"You'll find out," was her simple answer.
Syaoran looked confused, glaring at the being before him as he struggled to move.
"As I said," she raised a hand before her, a staff appearing in her hands, "You're just another animal. You have very little humanity within you. You care for no one, and you live by your own rules. I have thought up the perfect punishment for you, which will rid all of the nice people of this kingdom of your presence."
"And what punishment would that be?" Syaoran snarled, growing frustrated. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't move. If only he had his sword on him, he could easily take care of this situation…
"I will change your form." She raised her staff in the air, the top glowing a brilliant pink before pulsing black, "You are already feared and loathed by many." She began to twirl it around, switching it back and forth from hand to hand. "You will do well in this form."
A prickling feeling started in his toes and began to move up his legs. Looking down, Syaoran could see a swirl of pink and black colors engulfing him. Desperately, his head shot up and he looked at the Faerie Princess. "Stop it! What are you doing?"
"You will live the rest of your life alone with no one to talk to," the Princess informed him. "You will be feared as you usually are, but you will be hunted and hated with even more passion. No one will ever approach you, and everyone you approach will run in fear. You will live your life as a killer, feeding off the innocent, and you will remain this way forever. Only the light from the full moon will heal you, and even then you are not to leave the woods outside the kingdom."
Syaoran listened, not understanding what she was talking about until a pain laced up his back and he suddenly hunched over. Eyes clenched and teeth bared from the intense pain, he felt the odd sensation of hair sprouting from his body. He felt b ones moving and cracking, his fingers slowly changing and his nails turning into claws. From his mouth large fangs grew, and his cry of pain turned into a howl.
To Be Continued…