Chapter one: Prince
"Syaoran!" yelled Eriol running up from behind. "What now Eriol?" he asked walking further ahead. "I heard that you're going to the forest, can I come?" he pleaded, stumbling to keep up. Syaoran shot him a death glance. "No," he said and continued walking.
Eriol stopped and watched him go. "But you always bring me," he murmered.
Syaoran walked out the grand hall and out into the afternoons hot sun. He squinted his eyes and held onto his bow and arrows. He walked over to his horse, as it stood ready. He hoisted himself up and galloped away.
"This time I will kill the Wilds," he thought as dust kicked up on the dirt road. Syaoran kicked his horse harder and harder. It breathed faster and faster neighing as he kicked him.
Syaoran made it to the forests edge and then stopped his horse at a sudden stop. He looked at the shadows and then got off.
A low branch stood in his way and he lifted it and walked into the forest's darkness. He searched the area and then continued.
"Wilds!" he cried out. "Come on out! I'm the one that you want!" he yelled again as his amber eyes focused on his surroundings.
Silence was his reply.
He looked around.
"Where are you?" Syaoran thought moving his messy chestnut hair out of his face. He slowed his pace and kept on checking every corner.
"I have come here on revenge!" he boomed. "You deserve to die for what you did to my father!" he yelled again.
Still, silence was offered.
"Damn it!" he thought. "If they don't come out, how the hell am I going to find them!"
He walked a bit further as the sun died behind the hills. Dark covered the sky and stars twinkled their brightest. Syaoran sat on a log and took a breather.
He closed his eyes thinking of the sight of his father
----Thought-----
"Syaoran, I'm afraid that your father, he was attacked. He's here now, but badly wounded, he doesn't have much time," a doctor said putting his hand on his shoulder.
Syaoran walked in the room moving the white curtains out of his way.
Yelan sat beside him holding his hand and tears stainded her cheeks. "Syaoran," she whimpered.
HIs father rose his head a little and laughed. "My boy, come," he said waving his hand. Yelan let go and moved so that Syaoran could spend time with his father.
"Dad, what happened?" he asked. "Syaoran, it's the forest, I don't know. Something lerks in there, it's some people." Xeon said in a croaky voice. Syaoran's eyes widened. He thought of no other but the Wilds.
"I'll go and find them father!" he said and stood at the door as Yelan said, "Xeon?" Silence fell.
Yelan burst into tears and grieved her dead husband. Syaoran stood there with his back turned and sniffed a couple of times before leaving the room, without a word.
-----End of Thought-------
Syaoran took a deep breath and let it out. He opened his eyes and looked at the floor as a bug scurried across the floor. He got up and decided to find a spring to rest near.
He walked a few minutes and moved some bushes, with his hand gripping his sword the whole time. He moved one last bush and a small waterfall was before him.
Syaoran walked over and bent down. He cupped his hand and then it filled with water. He splashed it against his face and drank a bit.
The fog beyond the spring looked thick. He looked at it as the wind blew.
The fog seemed to have thinned and he could see what was in front of him. He rose his eyes and head to find something that he had been looking for.