The Forgotten One
By: Crimsonnekoladyinu
Summary: In the past, when Clow Reed was young and at his magical peak, he had saved a young girl by making her into one of his magical guardians, the first he had ever created. But she was different, being part human she could still age, but only until she wanted to stop. But some things had gone wrong, and Clow had to seal her away, breaking her heart and his. And so he erased his own memory of the young girl, who he had come to care for so much. But now, in modern times, Sakura finds that she is facing another guardian, and an angry, heart broken one at that, who knows what will happen! Will Syaoran or Eriol be able to help? (Tomoyo doesn't play that important of a part XP, she's just there, Lol.) Will they be able to figure out what had happened in the past? READ AND FIND OUT IN THE FORGOTTEN ONE!
(A.N./ Hehheh, I had tried to make that sound like some kind of episode preview thingie. XP Hope It got you interested!)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CCS characters, only the ones I made up myself. (Which will probably only be one.)
-Default Chapter- Part 1
Long ago, in a time forgotten, there was a young man with powers beyond comprehension. With a wave of his soft hands he could topple villages, though of course never did, his demeanor was much to calm and kind for such violence. Instead, he looked upon everything, from the largest mammal, to the smallest bug, as worthy of praise and life upon the Earth.
It was roughly around the middle 1500's, a time when magicians, sorcerers, witches and warlocks, not to mention your faeries and demons, had roamed freely upon the plains, in no worry of being scrutinized or judged. But in all of these creatures, this one man stood apart, known far and wide as the greatest magic user the world had ever seen. His name you ask? In modern times, very few know of him anymore, and very few care, for in these days, magic is only fantasy, and demons are only myths, faeries only exist in the minds of children.
But still, there are few who do know these thoughts are far from true and among them his name still drifts through minds and whispered from lips.
Clow Reed
Creator of the coveted Clow cards, and magician extraordinaire. Able to cast above average spells at the tender age of three, he was thought of as a genius, and was sought after by many to do their dirty work.
But although he had the power to obtain anything he desired, all he wanted was someone to love, the way he saw a father love his daughter as he walked down streets of various villages.
But Clow had not always thought this way, at one time he had been known as the ice Sorcerer, because of his bone chilling stare and grim frown.
From the fifth year of his life, Clow had been alone, an orphan. Parents killed by rampaging demons, it was all he could do to get away, but only by the unrelenting insistence of his father and mother. With no siblings to keep him company, Clow turned to the people of the world for comfort, only to be pushed away. He had realized then, that the world was indeed a cold and lonely place without your close ones, but he continued on.
His attitude toward life at the time had been none too bright; he had been cold and uncaring for others, believing he was only repaying them for their unkindness. Still young, he did not understand that it was not the entire world that had rejected him, only a few badly chosen candidates.
But still he went on, living and thriving, growing in magical power by leaps and bounds with each passing year…until the eve of sixteenth birthday.
(From here on out it will no longer be in narrative form!)
A fifteen year old Clow Reed found himself walking through, yet another small and cozy village. The roads were quiet, as the sun had already gone down and the children and parents were getting ready for bed. That thought angered him, and a deep frown crossed his smooth face as he continued to walk down the deserted street. What had he ever done to deserve to be alone? Had he done something wrong in his young years? Did he somehow dishonor the gods with his magic? He had no idea, and it angered him to no end.
Lost in his thoughts, Clow didn't see the large rock that was in his way.
A groan escaped his pursed lips as he sat up and rubbed his head, trying to get the pain to fade. Suddenly from his left he heard something. He snapped his head in its direction, a glare in his cold ocean blue eyes. It had sounded like…a young girl, a young girl's chuckle to be precise.
The moment his head snapped in her direction, the unseen girl quickly stopped her quiet laughter. He stood up and dusted off his clothes of dark colors such as black and blue, with some yellow here and there. "Show yourself." It had come out as a demand, though he never even looked at the spot the girl was in. A gulp could be heard from the shadows, and slowly, one could begin to make out the outline of the girls form.
Definitely a younger girl, with mid-back length cinnamon colored hair, not uncommon among humans. Her eyes were a shimmering emerald green, dark yet beautiful at the same time. She wore tattered clothes, Clow noticed, which meant she was a poor. (shrug Kinda made that label up. XD) Barely up to his waist, the girl looked to be no older than seven years old, but still strong in spirit. He saw in her eyes, something shining from deep within, a hidden power that he hadn't seen in a long time. Although she was homeless and had no food or money, she was still cheerful, and that was what he saw. A joy he had once had, a shine that his eyes once held.
Unable to take it, he looked away from her, afraid that if he looked for too long her light would soon invade his cold heart. He didn't want to be the way he used to be, kind and naïve. He understood now that no one cared, the WORLD did not care and he was determined to show it that neither did he. (Remember this is no longer in narrative form! This is pretty much what Clow thinks of the world at this point.)
Somehow without him realizing, the girl had come much closer, almost to the point where she cloud lift her pinky finger and touch the material of his pants. Clow jumped in surprise, horrified that he had not sensed her coming nearer. But the girl only chuckled again, and rubbed the back of her head in an embarrassed way. "Um, I'm sorry for laughing at you when you fell." Was what she said, and he looked at her like she had just fallen from the sky, her glowing smile never fading. Her eyes widened slightly and she came closer once again, looking up at him with scrutinization. (Not sure if thats even a word. :P)And for some reason, Clow found himself unable to move, as thought the young girls innocence called him to stay put, and let her look at him.
Suddenly with a swift tug at his robe, the girl had pulled him down to her level and grabbed his cheeks softly, looking at his forehead. Clow sputtered in surprise. Why was he letting this girl do this to him? He had never acted this way around any other humans before, letting them touch him and look at him in such a way. (Not that kinda way ya sickos! XD)
Softly, she touched his forehead with the palm of her tiny right hand, and he winced in pain. "You have a bad bump mister. You should have been watching where you were going."
Slightly angered by her bluntness, Clow was about to snap a retort, but was quickly cut off when he felt the soft caress of her small lips on his throbbing forehead. The pain suddenly began to ebb away, as though a light were flooding into his skull and chasing the darkness of the pain out.
The girl pulled back with a beaming smile on her face, hands now placed behind her back in a clasped position and Clow felt his heart stop. All he could do was stare at her, such an innocence she held, such a beautiful light, and he found himself being pulled to it. Slowly, he felt his heart beginning to melt, though not all at once. It was still cold, deep in its center, but the outside was beginning to warm up, and slowly, the icy barriers around it began to break away, leaving him feeling a little better then he had when he first came to the town.
Without another word, the child turned and ran back into the shadows, whispering an almost inaudible "Goodbye.", over her shoulder. He though he could hear a voice, in the direction she was running, it sounded as though it were calling out for someone. 'Must be her parents…' Clow thought to himself, small frown coming back to his face. But then he thought about the way she had helped his head feel better, the gentleness she used, and without knowing, a tiny smile slowly began to spread across his thin lips. Perhaps, he thought, the world is not all bad…
Clow picked himself up out of his crouched stance, subconsciously remembering when she pulled him down. He had put up no fight; he had felt as though he were puddy in the young girls hands.
As he began to make his way back down the street, to the Inn he had chosen to stay at while in the town, Clow thought about the girl, not able to erase her kind smile from his mind. Who was she? Why did he get such an odd feeling when she had smiled at him? As she had ran away, he felt a sadness seeping into his heart, along with something else that began to tug at him. It was a need to protect the young girl, a wanting to make sure she was safe, and out of danger.
But he ignored the feeling and shook his head, short messy dark blue hair ruffling about in the cool evening breeze. She was just some girl, didn't even know her name, why should he feel this way? Why should he feel such kindness towards someone he didn't even know? Thoughts ran through his mind as he entered the tavern which was directly below where he slept. Voices bubbled about around him, talking about something or other, but he paid no mind to it, he was much too busy trying to keep himself from thinking about that little girl.
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It was the middle of the night, and Clow lay fast asleep in his rented bed. It was a dreamless sleep, rarely did he dream anymore. And the times that he did, they were more of nightmares then they were dreams. Always of the night his parents had died, he dreamt of them being sliced and chopped to pieces by the rampaging demons that had ransacked their small home. In fact, the entire village had been invaded by the thieving beasts. And each time he woke up with a gasp, sweating cold bullets. But tonight, he was subconsciously relieved that he was not visited by the god of dreams and nightmares.
Suddenly he felt it; a vile presence had entered the village! His eyes snapped open and he was out of his bed before he could even think. There were ten, no twenty, wait! He couldn't even count them all, there were too many! He ran over to his window and threw it open with powerful pull, almost pulling the window off its hinges. These energies, he knew them! A scowl crossed his handsome features and he grabbed his cloak and ran for the door, making his way out of the Inn and into the streets.
He looked down the still quiet road, narrowing his azure gaze at the distance. Just barely he could make out the glow of torches, and the pounding of distant hooves. It was a pack, a horde of thieving demons, and he snarled with the realization. They were the same ones who had ruined his life ten years ago.
Without thinking, he took off, going right for the pack of beasts. They varied in sizes and colors, and power too, from what Clow could feel, but nothing he couldn't handle. Demons like them were usually very dumb, and wouldn't know how to attack with a good strategy. Nothing for him to worry about.
About 100 yards from them, he stopped and reached into his robes, pulling out a necklace. At the end of the silver chain there was a small key, with the shape of a sun at its useless end. He pulled the necklace off and held it before him in his palm, closing his eyes in calm concentration.
A magic circle appeared beneath him, glowing with golden light. The symbols of sun and moon resided there, shining with Clow's power.
"Key that hides the power of darkness. Show your true form before me. I, Clow Reed, command you under our contract."
Suddenly his eyes shot open, the horde was nearly 40 yards away. A fire burned within his eyes, and anger raged within his heart.
"RELEASE!"
With the final word of the incantation, the key burst with a bright light, and the demons which were now barely thirty feet from him, roaring and snorting, cringed back away from the light.
The key then grew, longer and larger, into a golden staff with Clows symbol of the sun at its peak. Without a word, Clow took the staff into his hands and swung it before him in fury. A magical wind gusted forth from his swing, blowing the horde back another 100 yards. Most were now injured, and the ones who were still capable ran for it.
A certain blue bull demon ran down a dark alley like way, but Clow paid no mind, surely he couldn't do anything. Instead he advanced toward the main pack, eyes burning yet frozen at the same time. The demons cowered away from him, some whimpering in fright. It all simply irritated Clow Reed even more. He stopped, and looked at the pack with a chilling stare.
"Please sir! Do not kill us!" a snake demon pleaded with him in a venomous hissy tone. He only glared harder at the demon, who yelped and ran behind one of his fellow thieves.
"You will not get away this time." Clow stated calmly, and stopped in his advance.
He rose his staff above his head, "You will pay…for what you have done." And brought it back down with a mighty blow to the ground before him.
For a moment, nothing happened, and the demons, who had closed their eyes, opened them and blinked in confusion. Slowly they began to chuckle and then all burst into laughter.
"We will pay he says!"
"I thought we weren't going to get away!'
He heard them yell, but paid no heed to their mockery. A battle cry roared up from the pack, and they all climbed back onto their demonic steeds. "CHARGE!" one demon cried, and they flew forward in an attack.
But it was all in vain.
Before they even got 50 yards closer to him, a black light erupted from the grown beneath their feet. Screeches of terror exploded where the laughter once was and the ground began to shake with unimaginable force. Suddenly, an enormous hole opened up under them, sparking with magical power. It was a dimensional hole.
Before they could even mutter their prayers, they were sucked into the vortex, disappearing without a trace.
Clow stood calmly before the hole, approaching it and looking into its unending darkness. Those demons would never be seen again.
With a wave of his hand, the hole closed up with a shoop! The ground was just as it had been, not a brick out of place, not a rock unmoved. He turned around, ready to head back, but suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.
There was still one more…and he felt its energy coming from the way the little girl had ran!
Suddenly a scream broke the glass that was the quiet of the night and Clow snapped around and looked down the dark alley. Without another thought, he ran into the shadows, hoping with all his heart that scream wasn't what he thought it was.
A.N./ Muahahah! Cliff hanger! I hope you all like it! But if nobody reviews and tells me they want more, I'm not going to continue. Hehheh. I had written this story when inspired while watching the last episodes of the CCS series. I thought it would be coo, if there was a sealed Guardian, just like there was a sealed card. If you all want to find out what happens, REVIEW!