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Chapter 3
Fever
The fever hit on her birthday, April first, with no warning. It spared no one: people in the city, Palace servants, priest, and even the prince.
Sakura herself was fine. She was working harder then she had ever before; each time another servant got sick, her chores increased. There were no classes; most of her teachers had the sickness. Instead, Sakura made beds, washed dished, cleaned the stables. She had been taught from her brother that no job was too dirty for a true noble. Now that theory was put into practice.
The pages and squires- the youngest, healthiest people in the palace and the city- were the last to fall ill. It was then that the Dark God came to the palace to take his pick of fever victims. In the city, where the sickness had started, so many had died that the Dark God's priests took the dead away in cartloads. Within a week, the God of Death had claimed three pages, six squires, and the Lord Jutland. Eriol was the first of Sakura's friends to get sick. When Sakura stopped for a visit, he grinned weakly at her, "I feel silly, lying in bed when I should be working," he confessed. He shivered beneath his heavy blankets. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," she tucked the covers more firmly around him.
"And Syaoran?"
"Not good, he got it last night, but it is not progressing fast, thank the gods."
Sakura found then that she couldn't sleep because of something a wise woman she had meet on the street had said.
"You will have the gift, and it will be strong. You can heal, and so you must. For when you achieve greatness, you will kill. Save who you can and kill only who you must. The gods do not forgive those who's hands are bathed in blood." Sakura hadn't had the gift then, the gift of healing. She guessed it came when she met Kero. And she knew the gods punished those who ignored their magical abilities. Yet the thought of using her magic gave her the shakes. She and Syaoran had more magic than anyone she had ever known, and she knew if she used her magic and lost control of it, she would destroy herself and anyone nearby. Syaoran knew how to use his magic, she did not. Kero hadn't trained her in magic yet, so she was never sure of her control over her gift. She had never used the cards because she couldn't summon them.
Yamazaki got the fever two days after Eriol. He was very sick, delirious by the end of the first day. The palace healers could do nothing. Sakura overheard one of them saying that those stricken so badly the first day usually died.
Sakura had fallen asleep that night when Mismi woke her. Her news was bad- Yamazaki had passed into the hands of the Dark God.
Sakura hurried down to the chapel dedicated to the god of death. Syaoran was already there, waiting over with his friend's body. Sakura knelt in the back, not wanting to disturb the Prince. She shook as she looked at Yamazaki's still form lying at the alter. He might still be alive if she had done something.
Sakura was ashamed of herself.
Mismi knelt beside her. "I'm sorry Kami," she murmured. "I know you and Yamazaki were friends."
Sakura looked at her maid. She was her friend and an adult-she would understand moral questions. And she trusted her opinion.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" she whispered, "outside."
They left quietly. Mismi settled onto a bench just outside the chapel door. "What is on your mind?" she questioned, motioning for her to take a seat.
Sakura remained standing. "Mismi, I need you to answer as a peer, not a maid. Be truthful and honest." Mismi nodded, "If a person has power-something that can be used for good or evil, either way-should they use it?"
Mismi looked at her shrewdly. "A power such as magic?"
Sakura scuffed a foot against the floor, "well-yes. The gift."
Mismi frowned. "It depends on the person, Kami. The gift is simply an ability. Not all of us have it. Magic isn't good or evil by itself. I believe you should only use it when you are absolutely certain your cause is just. Does that help mistress?"
Sakura tugged her ear thoughtfully, "You couldn't give a person a yes or no, could you Mismi?"
She shook her head. "Not in your case. Moral issues rarely have a yes or no answers."
The door opened, and Syaoran came out. "Kami?" he asked softly. He was very pale, and his eyes were bright with held back tears.
"Thank you Mismi, please return to your room." Sakura went to the prince and walked with him back to his room. The prince was weak from over-training and the fever.
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They buried Yamazaki the next day. Duke Yamazaki, who had been hit with the fever was finally getting better, came. The healer attended to the prince after the funeral because he became worse. Sakura hurried back to her chores. She struggled with her thoughts, wondering if she should go to the healers and offer to help. She couldn't do anything for Yamazaki now, but there were others.
The fever itself made the decision for her. Mismi found her washing dishes in the kitchens the next morning.
"Kami," Mismi called.
She looked up from her pill of pots, frowning. Mismi never found her unless something bad had happened.
Her voice was gentle. "The Prince took a real fall last night. He is calling for you."
Sakura put down her dishcloth. Her throat was tight with fear, "how is he?"
"Bad, really bad. He is already hallucinating" Mismi replied.
Sakura raced to Syaoran's rooms, two servants behind her. Opening the door she froze. She couldn't believe her eyes. People were crowding around Syaoran's bed. The incenses in the air made her sneeze. The priests of the Dark God were chanting prayers for the dying while the chief healer stood aside. Duke Mizuku, the head healer, was already a beaten man. Syaoran was already hallucinating, and the healers had learned the people stricken badly from the first, always died. 'He can't die, he is the moon, the son of the dragon. If he dies, The world is doomed. I can't save the world alone. Let alone my family's honor!"
Fury made Sakura gasp for breath as she looked again into the room. Her hand reached for the wall for support. Angry filled her eyes. How could anyone get well in a menagerie? How could Syaoran breathe? This went against all the commonsense rules for healing: clean air, quiet, absolute cleanliness, clam and reassuring voices. Didn't these city people know anything! She was no healer and she knew this! Sakura opened her mouth-then closed it hard. She had almost ordered these adults to get out! She could guess how they'd greet such an order from a page.
She turned to Mismi, "Get Duke Yamazaki, now!"
The maid gave her a questioning look before quickly running to do her bidding.
Sakura went outside and closed the door. She would wait in the hall rather than watch the insanity going on inside. It fortunately wasn't a long wait before a confused Duke and her maid returned. "I need your help," she spoke quickly, "look inside."
Duke Yamazaki look inside into Syaoran's room. When he closed the door, his eyebrows were raised. "You know that there isn't much hope," he told her softly, "not if he is this ill that quickly."
Her eyes and her voice were as hard as rock. "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. Look-I've been keeping something back. I have the gift. " When he didn't laugh, she plowed on, "I may only be fifteen, but some things even an idiot knows. You don't make a lot of noise and fog up a sickroom with incense. And my gift hasn't been drained, like the palace healers." She saw doubt in the man's eyes and added, "Syaoran has been calling me, I think he senses I can help."
He tugged at his beard, "I see. And what do you want me to do?"
Sakura drew a breath, "Get those people out of there. They'll listen to you. Get them out of there so we can air the room, and I can talk to Duke Mizuku."
"That's a tall order," the duke said, then shrugged, "You're very convincing, Kami. What do we have to lose?"
She looked at him, her eyes glassed over in anger, "Syaoran," she whispered.
That decided him, "Very well." he nodded to Mismi, "announce me."
Mismi opened the door and announced, her small voice becoming very loud, "Duke Yamazaki of Silver Lake!"
The crowd hushed and faced the door. The priest stopped chanting. Yamazaki stepped into the room, flanked by Mismi and other servants, Sakura-ignored-fallowed. The change in the Duke was stunning, the short, stout duke was suddenly very regal and very angry.
"Have you lost your senses?" he demanded. His gentle voice was sharp and clear, "No one can tell his Majesty knows of this-this folly. I won't believe it."
No one spoke.
"Get out," he snarled, "This is a sickroom, not a funeral." He glanced at the priests, "For shame! The boy isn't dead yet!"
After a moment the head priest bowed his head and led his followers from the room. Some of the courtiers look at Duke Mizuku; he was supposed to be in charge. The healer nodded at Yamazaki, relief on his tired face.
"You can do nothing here," he told the other nobles. "Duke Yamazaki is right. Go to your gods and pray for our Prince. It is the only way we can help him now."
Slowly they left. Only Duke Mizuku stayed. Sakura hurried to Syaoran's side. Her friend was stark white and sweating heavily. Sakura tucked the blankets firmly around his body.
"Mismi," she called, "open the windows. Let's get some clean air in here."
Mizuku looked at Yamazaki suspiciously, "What is going on here?"
"Kami asked me to help him," the duke replied, "I follow his orders."
Mizuku gaped at him. "YOU follow the orders of a PAGE?"
"Kami," Yamazaki said, "you owe Duke Mizuku an explanation."
Sakura rose and went to the healer. Quickly she told him everything she had told Duke Yamazaki, stopping only to signal Mismi to close the shutters again. "I'm not grown up and trained like you," she finished, "But I haven't had my powers drained either. And he is my friend."
"Friendship will not be enough," Mizuku told her, "the only one who can save him now are the Gods."
Sakura nodded then turned and walked to Syaoran. She placed a hand on his shoulder. With her other hand she reached into her pocket and drew the Sleep card.
The little blue fairy appeared before her, "put everyone in the Palace to sleep except me." The fairy nodded in acknowledgement then flew over everyone in the room.
She had never called upon the cards before. And even though she didn't have the wand to convert them, she could call upon their free will. She guessed that the Sleep had felt her need for the help and complied.
As soon as everyone in the room was asleep on the floor, Sakura took one of Syaoran's hands in her own and raised the other in the air.
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AND FOR ALL OF YOU WHO COULDN'T OR DIDN'T RE-READ THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS…… (NO OFFENCE) HERE THEY ARE!!!!!!!:
PROLOUGE:
Her parents were one of the last known members of Clow. Clow was the only organization to fallow the prophecy. They knew that evil would arrive in the future and created an group of people to bring together the Sun and Moon. The group was formed by the grandchildren of Clow Reed: Satoshi, Kasumi, Tetsuro, and Hotaru. The families stayed close keeping Clow a mystery. This was until the 150 grandchild of Kasumi, Meiou, revealed the organization. A small number of the 3598 members claimed to the public of their views.
The High Kings of the world thought that the prophecy saw them as them as the evil that would arise. The known members of Clow were hunted and killed. Nobody was going to destroy the leaders of the world.
No member was safe and not all could be trusted to not speak their names of fellow members. They were tormented and put under spells before they were killed.
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"You know why I killed you parents?" Zhang tauntingly spoke. Touya sucked in breathe quickly. "They didn't follow the code of law. The law of Feimie. They have been betraying the kingdom for near five generations. They followed Clow." Zhang spit on Touya's boot.
"But I will tell you something," His smirk returned, "I will hang you and watch your neck snap. Then I will hunt down your sister and have her myself before she dies her slow death. She is the 211 grandchild of Hotaru.
Hotaru was the favorite child of Clow Reed. She was the youngest and had the most magical ability. She would be the grandmother of the Sun. And I can't let her bring me down. I have been working to hard to be reincarnated and rule this world to be stopped by some pathetic girl. I can not let the prophecy come true. Go to Hell with your parents you piece of shit!"
***
Sakura had been living off garbage for two weeks after her brother died. But then from mal-nutrition and lack of proper sleep, she had slipped into a state of unconsciousness. Sakura only remembered waking up in the strange house with a caring, loyal new adopted family. And if she guessed right, they were also members of Clow. She had heard everything General Zhang said to her brother about the Clow organization and Clow Reed. She had wondered if Zhang was right about her being the Sun, but what was that? How could she be the main source of life support on the planet, it made no sense. He also talked about a prophecy. She had never heard it before, but maybe her new family did if they really were members. But how did you ask someone if they were in an organization that if the wrong person was told you would be killed.
***
And Tomoyo would help her any way she could. She had secretly made boy clothes for Sakura to her in her disguise. Best friends would do that for each other. And as a member of the Clow she would help to bring her to power and help to shove the prophecy to commence.
Chapter 1!!!!:
None!!!!!
Chapter2:
"My dear child, you are the chosen one, the Sun. You bear the mark of the lioness upon your right breast, do you not?"
She nodded. She began to slow back away. It was true that on her right breast there was a small tattoo like birthmark in the shape of an lioness rearing to strike. 'So Tomoyo was right, I am a chosen one. And so was Zhang.' Her eyes clouded over. Her voice became very serious, "How long has the prince been training?"
"Two weeks. You can be to his standard in a mere week, but we must not talk, but train." With that he turned and began walking in the opposite direction Yue and Syaoran were training.
But Sakura continued to talk. "Why is it that no one knows that the prince is training? Why is that you have come now? Why is it that the prince and I are the chosen ones? How do you know that I have become friends with the prince and his friends, but I still did not want them to know that don't won't be reviled as a girl?"
Keroberos stopped in his tracks and sighed, "To answer your first question, because he would be killed. His family is the main supporter of Clow. Any member of Clow to come out in the open will be killed. The Royalty of this world believe that they are the nemesis of Clow Reed and they don't want to be destroyed so they will stop us at all costs."
Sakura had stopped and now gaped at the lion guardian, "Yue and I have come to train you now. We arrived on the first of autumn. There is less then four years to train you to all of the powers in the world. And the real nemesis is graining power quickly. I believe you have met him. He goes by the name Zhang." Sakura's fists were clinched so tight and the sound of that man's name. Keroberos continued, "He was reincarnated several years ago. He was the rival of Clow Reed in those days when they were in their youth. Clow Reed was soon the most powerful wizard in the world. His name back then was Feimie and he was insanely jealous of Clow Reed."
"He was so insane with jealousy that he even stole Clow Reed's fifth child, Makoto. She was the second oldest daughter by far the most beautiful of his three girls. Well, Feimie kidnapped her and violated her. She possessed no magic so soon he had filled her head with vile thoughts and poisoned her against her father. She became Feimie's wife and helped to plot her father's death. But after Clow Reed finished the Clow Cards he used the last of his magic to destroy Feimie."
"But he was to weak to terminate them so he could only lock them in a another dimension. He knew that the prison would not hold them forever so he had his four remaining children create Clow to stop Feimie when he returned to this world."
"The third question is because you are both from the children of Clow Reed. You came from his most magicly talented daughter Hotaru. You are her 211 grandchild. Now on the other hand, Li's 213 great-grandfather married Hotaru. His name was Asakura and from the third most powerful wizards in the world. In blandness you two are from the two most powerful people who ever lived."
"And for the last question," the lion said a little irritated, "I am the guardian beast of the Clow book. I can see the world around me through your dreams. I am in your mind and have been since you got the book from Tomoyo."
Sakura now trying to absorb all the information quietly followed. They soon arrived a few minutes later at a small practice field in the rose gardens. Kero, as she thought to call the Star would train her. He trained her till the hour just before dawn.
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She trained every night and soon was stronger and more advanced then almost everybody, but the prince. The four friends had grown close over the year. But today the training master on the field, told them that they would fight in pairs. Sakura would fight the prince Syaoran.
"Cross your weapons," the teacher ordered. Sakura and Syaoran obeyed and crossed their blades, Sakura blushing lightly "do honor to the laws of chiveralry and to the customs of the land. Guard!"
Syaoran swung his blade around meeting Sakura's with a clear ringing sound. He bore down, trying to force her sword to the floor. Sakura gritted her teeth and held, the muscles in her arms quivering. Sakura had never had to use so much of her strength. Syaoran's eyes widened. She was much stronger then she looked. He broke away and circled her.
Normally, it was custom to yell insults and challenges at an opponent, but the stars had trained them not to speak. To save their breathe for when the real fighting began.
He whipped his sword down and in. Sakura parried it away and slid the blade straight toward Syaoran's heart. She was ready to pull it back in a instance, he stepped back quickly.
Soon they were circling again. Trying to spot each other's weakness. He lunged in and back with great speed. Sakura countered his blows watching for an opening she would use to knock the sword from his hands.
The only sound in the room was their stockinged feet. Now the real fight would begin as many who witnessed the fight would say. They began using moves no one had seen, a different style, technique. But they moved with such grace and power that it was like music from an orchestra, only by two people, like magic.
A glint in Syaoran's eye prepared Sakura for the worst.
They met in the middle. Metal clashing on metal. Instantly pulling away and thrusting again. They backed off and circled. Then she saw him move into the 'Scarlet Sun.' An advanced move that she had just mastered last night, but he didn't know that.
Up, side, side, down, side, up. She blocked each one in blazing speed. Then moving into a simple disarming move, the 'Golden Snake.' Down, under, up. She caught on Syaoran's hilt. The sword into the air, but he leaped into the air and catching it.
He quickly attacked her under, back, down twist, right, left. He kept shifting techniques and Sakura soon could no longer fallow. She tripped over her own feet to land on her back.
Syaoran placed his left forearm across her chest to keep her from reaching her sword, and placing his sword-tip to her throat.
She looked straight into those amber orbs as he stared back, a confused look on his features. But the mood was broken by a roar of clapping. Syaoran got quickly off of Sakura and bowed to the teacher before leaving to indoor classroom and a bewildered Sakura laying on the ground behind.
****Do I even have to say it….. I don't on Card Captor Sakura! Clamp does!!!!!****
BIG NOTICE: EVERYONE PLEASE READ!!!!!! (First Time Readers, Doesn't Apply)
EVERYONE WHO HAD PREVIOUSLY READ THIS STORY FROM BEFORE MARCH 20TH SHOULD GO BACK AND RE READ THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS! I MADE A MAJOR ADD IN! IF YOU CHOSE NOT TO I AM GOING TO ADD IN THE PARTS THAT HAVE MOJOR INFORAMTION FROM PREVIOUS CHAPTERS AT THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! THANKS FOR BEING SO GREAT AND READING MY STUFF!!
All of your reviews keep me going! Luna, ilunanime493, pippy32388, Rei Sakura Li, A little Birdie, Moonlit Angel, and MagicNightNancy: Thank you all so much…..even though it took me a long time to update!
EdgeofChaos: My editor and I worked on the first couple of chapters and I hope that the time transitions are better!
Meinien: I got an editor….. And then we had some issues….. So this chapter is edited by me…… P.S. I love sugar highs too!
Miss Dace: Thank you….*I'm blushing* If this fanfic does remind you of one that you have read before, maybe it is the book it is also based on, The Lioness Quartet, by Tamora Pierce.
~ ^ HI ^ ~: Thanks….. *bowing* I hope Sakura is up to being a knight because she is also kinda going to have to save the world… And about Touya, don't fret!
Silver Wolf Girl: Thanks for being concerned about my grandpa! And by ASAP I mean As Soon As Possible. As you see, ASAP can sometime take a while!
Synchrogirl: Thanks!!!!!!! S+S will fall……but they are both kinda oblivious about each other right now (as Syaoran thinks she is a boy!) But it will be several more chapters before he even finds out she is a girl!
Chapter 3
Fever
The fever hit on her birthday, April first, with no warning. It spared no one: people in the city, Palace servants, priest, and even the prince.
Sakura herself was fine. She was working harder then she had ever before; each time another servant got sick, her chores increased. There were no classes; most of her teachers had the sickness. Instead, Sakura made beds, washed dished, cleaned the stables. She had been taught from her brother that no job was too dirty for a true noble. Now that theory was put into practice.
The pages and squires- the youngest, healthiest people in the palace and the city- were the last to fall ill. It was then that the Dark God came to the palace to take his pick of fever victims. In the city, where the sickness had started, so many had died that the Dark God's priests took the dead away in cartloads. Within a week, the God of Death had claimed three pages, six squires, and the Lord Jutland. Eriol was the first of Sakura's friends to get sick. When Sakura stopped for a visit, he grinned weakly at her, "I feel silly, lying in bed when I should be working," he confessed. He shivered beneath his heavy blankets. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," she tucked the covers more firmly around him.
"And Syaoran?"
"Not good, he got it last night, but it is not progressing fast, thank the gods."
Sakura found then that she couldn't sleep because of something a wise woman she had meet on the street had said.
"You will have the gift, and it will be strong. You can heal, and so you must. For when you achieve greatness, you will kill. Save who you can and kill only who you must. The gods do not forgive those who's hands are bathed in blood." Sakura hadn't had the gift then, the gift of healing. She guessed it came when she met Kero. And she knew the gods punished those who ignored their magical abilities. Yet the thought of using her magic gave her the shakes. She and Syaoran had more magic than anyone she had ever known, and she knew if she used her magic and lost control of it, she would destroy herself and anyone nearby. Syaoran knew how to use his magic, she did not. Kero hadn't trained her in magic yet, so she was never sure of her control over her gift. She had never used the cards because she couldn't summon them.
Yamazaki got the fever two days after Eriol. He was very sick, delirious by the end of the first day. The palace healers could do nothing. Sakura overheard one of them saying that those stricken so badly the first day usually died.
Sakura had fallen asleep that night when Mismi woke her. Her news was bad- Yamazaki had passed into the hands of the Dark God.
Sakura hurried down to the chapel dedicated to the god of death. Syaoran was already there, waiting over with his friend's body. Sakura knelt in the back, not wanting to disturb the Prince. She shook as she looked at Yamazaki's still form lying at the alter. He might still be alive if she had done something.
Sakura was ashamed of herself.
Mismi knelt beside her. "I'm sorry Kami," she murmured. "I know you and Yamazaki were friends."
Sakura looked at her maid. She was her friend and an adult-she would understand moral questions. And she trusted her opinion.
"Can I talk to you for a moment?" she whispered, "outside."
They left quietly. Mismi settled onto a bench just outside the chapel door. "What is on your mind?" she questioned, motioning for her to take a seat.
Sakura remained standing. "Mismi, I need you to answer as a peer, not a maid. Be truthful and honest." Mismi nodded, "If a person has power-something that can be used for good or evil, either way-should they use it?"
Mismi looked at her shrewdly. "A power such as magic?"
Sakura scuffed a foot against the floor, "well-yes. The gift."
Mismi frowned. "It depends on the person, Kami. The gift is simply an ability. Not all of us have it. Magic isn't good or evil by itself. I believe you should only use it when you are absolutely certain your cause is just. Does that help mistress?"
Sakura tugged her ear thoughtfully, "You couldn't give a person a yes or no, could you Mismi?"
She shook her head. "Not in your case. Moral issues rarely have a yes or no answers."
The door opened, and Syaoran came out. "Kami?" he asked softly. He was very pale, and his eyes were bright with held back tears.
"Thank you Mismi, please return to your room." Sakura went to the prince and walked with him back to his room. The prince was weak from over-training and the fever.
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They buried Yamazaki the next day. Duke Yamazaki, who had been hit with the fever was finally getting better, came. The healer attended to the prince after the funeral because he became worse. Sakura hurried back to her chores. She struggled with her thoughts, wondering if she should go to the healers and offer to help. She couldn't do anything for Yamazaki now, but there were others.
The fever itself made the decision for her. Mismi found her washing dishes in the kitchens the next morning.
"Kami," Mismi called.
She looked up from her pill of pots, frowning. Mismi never found her unless something bad had happened.
Her voice was gentle. "The Prince took a real fall last night. He is calling for you."
Sakura put down her dishcloth. Her throat was tight with fear, "how is he?"
"Bad, really bad. He is already hallucinating" Mismi replied.
Sakura raced to Syaoran's rooms, two servants behind her. Opening the door she froze. She couldn't believe her eyes. People were crowding around Syaoran's bed. The incenses in the air made her sneeze. The priests of the Dark God were chanting prayers for the dying while the chief healer stood aside. Duke Mizuku, the head healer, was already a beaten man. Syaoran was already hallucinating, and the healers had learned the people stricken badly from the first, always died. 'He can't die, he is the moon, the son of the dragon. If he dies, The world is doomed. I can't save the world alone. Let alone my family's honor!"
Fury made Sakura gasp for breath as she looked again into the room. Her hand reached for the wall for support. Angry filled her eyes. How could anyone get well in a menagerie? How could Syaoran breathe? This went against all the commonsense rules for healing: clean air, quiet, absolute cleanliness, clam and reassuring voices. Didn't these city people know anything! She was no healer and she knew this! Sakura opened her mouth-then closed it hard. She had almost ordered these adults to get out! She could guess how they'd greet such an order from a page.
She turned to Mismi, "Get Duke Yamazaki, now!"
The maid gave her a questioning look before quickly running to do her bidding.
Sakura went outside and closed the door. She would wait in the hall rather than watch the insanity going on inside. It fortunately wasn't a long wait before a confused Duke and her maid returned. "I need your help," she spoke quickly, "look inside."
Duke Yamazaki look inside into Syaoran's room. When he closed the door, his eyebrows were raised. "You know that there isn't much hope," he told her softly, "not if he is this ill that quickly."
Her eyes and her voice were as hard as rock. "Maybe there is, maybe there isn't. Look-I've been keeping something back. I have the gift. " When he didn't laugh, she plowed on, "I may only be fifteen, but some things even an idiot knows. You don't make a lot of noise and fog up a sickroom with incense. And my gift hasn't been drained, like the palace healers." She saw doubt in the man's eyes and added, "Syaoran has been calling me, I think he senses I can help."
He tugged at his beard, "I see. And what do you want me to do?"
Sakura drew a breath, "Get those people out of there. They'll listen to you. Get them out of there so we can air the room, and I can talk to Duke Mizuku."
"That's a tall order," the duke said, then shrugged, "You're very convincing, Kami. What do we have to lose?"
She looked at him, her eyes glassed over in anger, "Syaoran," she whispered.
That decided him, "Very well." he nodded to Mismi, "announce me."
Mismi opened the door and announced, her small voice becoming very loud, "Duke Yamazaki of Silver Lake!"
The crowd hushed and faced the door. The priest stopped chanting. Yamazaki stepped into the room, flanked by Mismi and other servants, Sakura-ignored-fallowed. The change in the Duke was stunning, the short, stout duke was suddenly very regal and very angry.
"Have you lost your senses?" he demanded. His gentle voice was sharp and clear, "No one can tell his Majesty knows of this-this folly. I won't believe it."
No one spoke.
"Get out," he snarled, "This is a sickroom, not a funeral." He glanced at the priests, "For shame! The boy isn't dead yet!"
After a moment the head priest bowed his head and led his followers from the room. Some of the courtiers look at Duke Mizuku; he was supposed to be in charge. The healer nodded at Yamazaki, relief on his tired face.
"You can do nothing here," he told the other nobles. "Duke Yamazaki is right. Go to your gods and pray for our Prince. It is the only way we can help him now."
Slowly they left. Only Duke Mizuku stayed. Sakura hurried to Syaoran's side. Her friend was stark white and sweating heavily. Sakura tucked the blankets firmly around his body.
"Mismi," she called, "open the windows. Let's get some clean air in here."
Mizuku looked at Yamazaki suspiciously, "What is going on here?"
"Kami asked me to help him," the duke replied, "I follow his orders."
Mizuku gaped at him. "YOU follow the orders of a PAGE?"
"Kami," Yamazaki said, "you owe Duke Mizuku an explanation."
Sakura rose and went to the healer. Quickly she told him everything she had told Duke Yamazaki, stopping only to signal Mismi to close the shutters again. "I'm not grown up and trained like you," she finished, "But I haven't had my powers drained either. And he is my friend."
"Friendship will not be enough," Mizuku told her, "the only one who can save him now are the Gods."
Sakura nodded then turned and walked to Syaoran. She placed a hand on his shoulder. With her other hand she reached into her pocket and drew the Sleep card.
The little blue fairy appeared before her, "put everyone in the Palace to sleep except me." The fairy nodded in acknowledgement then flew over everyone in the room.
She had never called upon the cards before. And even though she didn't have the wand to convert them, she could call upon their free will. She guessed that the Sleep had felt her need for the help and complied.
As soon as everyone in the room was asleep on the floor, Sakura took one of Syaoran's hands in her own and raised the other in the air.
** Who Rules!!!!!! I Do!!!! Who Got The Power!!!!! I Do!!!! Who Finally Did A Cliffy!!!! I Did!!!!!
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TheMysticWarrior**
AND FOR ALL OF YOU WHO COULDN'T OR DIDN'T RE-READ THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS…… (NO OFFENCE) HERE THEY ARE!!!!!!!:
PROLOUGE:
Her parents were one of the last known members of Clow. Clow was the only organization to fallow the prophecy. They knew that evil would arrive in the future and created an group of people to bring together the Sun and Moon. The group was formed by the grandchildren of Clow Reed: Satoshi, Kasumi, Tetsuro, and Hotaru. The families stayed close keeping Clow a mystery. This was until the 150 grandchild of Kasumi, Meiou, revealed the organization. A small number of the 3598 members claimed to the public of their views.
The High Kings of the world thought that the prophecy saw them as them as the evil that would arise. The known members of Clow were hunted and killed. Nobody was going to destroy the leaders of the world.
No member was safe and not all could be trusted to not speak their names of fellow members. They were tormented and put under spells before they were killed.
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"You know why I killed you parents?" Zhang tauntingly spoke. Touya sucked in breathe quickly. "They didn't follow the code of law. The law of Feimie. They have been betraying the kingdom for near five generations. They followed Clow." Zhang spit on Touya's boot.
"But I will tell you something," His smirk returned, "I will hang you and watch your neck snap. Then I will hunt down your sister and have her myself before she dies her slow death. She is the 211 grandchild of Hotaru.
Hotaru was the favorite child of Clow Reed. She was the youngest and had the most magical ability. She would be the grandmother of the Sun. And I can't let her bring me down. I have been working to hard to be reincarnated and rule this world to be stopped by some pathetic girl. I can not let the prophecy come true. Go to Hell with your parents you piece of shit!"
***
Sakura had been living off garbage for two weeks after her brother died. But then from mal-nutrition and lack of proper sleep, she had slipped into a state of unconsciousness. Sakura only remembered waking up in the strange house with a caring, loyal new adopted family. And if she guessed right, they were also members of Clow. She had heard everything General Zhang said to her brother about the Clow organization and Clow Reed. She had wondered if Zhang was right about her being the Sun, but what was that? How could she be the main source of life support on the planet, it made no sense. He also talked about a prophecy. She had never heard it before, but maybe her new family did if they really were members. But how did you ask someone if they were in an organization that if the wrong person was told you would be killed.
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And Tomoyo would help her any way she could. She had secretly made boy clothes for Sakura to her in her disguise. Best friends would do that for each other. And as a member of the Clow she would help to bring her to power and help to shove the prophecy to commence.
Chapter 1!!!!:
None!!!!!
Chapter2:
"My dear child, you are the chosen one, the Sun. You bear the mark of the lioness upon your right breast, do you not?"
She nodded. She began to slow back away. It was true that on her right breast there was a small tattoo like birthmark in the shape of an lioness rearing to strike. 'So Tomoyo was right, I am a chosen one. And so was Zhang.' Her eyes clouded over. Her voice became very serious, "How long has the prince been training?"
"Two weeks. You can be to his standard in a mere week, but we must not talk, but train." With that he turned and began walking in the opposite direction Yue and Syaoran were training.
But Sakura continued to talk. "Why is it that no one knows that the prince is training? Why is that you have come now? Why is it that the prince and I are the chosen ones? How do you know that I have become friends with the prince and his friends, but I still did not want them to know that don't won't be reviled as a girl?"
Keroberos stopped in his tracks and sighed, "To answer your first question, because he would be killed. His family is the main supporter of Clow. Any member of Clow to come out in the open will be killed. The Royalty of this world believe that they are the nemesis of Clow Reed and they don't want to be destroyed so they will stop us at all costs."
Sakura had stopped and now gaped at the lion guardian, "Yue and I have come to train you now. We arrived on the first of autumn. There is less then four years to train you to all of the powers in the world. And the real nemesis is graining power quickly. I believe you have met him. He goes by the name Zhang." Sakura's fists were clinched so tight and the sound of that man's name. Keroberos continued, "He was reincarnated several years ago. He was the rival of Clow Reed in those days when they were in their youth. Clow Reed was soon the most powerful wizard in the world. His name back then was Feimie and he was insanely jealous of Clow Reed."
"He was so insane with jealousy that he even stole Clow Reed's fifth child, Makoto. She was the second oldest daughter by far the most beautiful of his three girls. Well, Feimie kidnapped her and violated her. She possessed no magic so soon he had filled her head with vile thoughts and poisoned her against her father. She became Feimie's wife and helped to plot her father's death. But after Clow Reed finished the Clow Cards he used the last of his magic to destroy Feimie."
"But he was to weak to terminate them so he could only lock them in a another dimension. He knew that the prison would not hold them forever so he had his four remaining children create Clow to stop Feimie when he returned to this world."
"The third question is because you are both from the children of Clow Reed. You came from his most magicly talented daughter Hotaru. You are her 211 grandchild. Now on the other hand, Li's 213 great-grandfather married Hotaru. His name was Asakura and from the third most powerful wizards in the world. In blandness you two are from the two most powerful people who ever lived."
"And for the last question," the lion said a little irritated, "I am the guardian beast of the Clow book. I can see the world around me through your dreams. I am in your mind and have been since you got the book from Tomoyo."
Sakura now trying to absorb all the information quietly followed. They soon arrived a few minutes later at a small practice field in the rose gardens. Kero, as she thought to call the Star would train her. He trained her till the hour just before dawn.
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She trained every night and soon was stronger and more advanced then almost everybody, but the prince. The four friends had grown close over the year. But today the training master on the field, told them that they would fight in pairs. Sakura would fight the prince Syaoran.
"Cross your weapons," the teacher ordered. Sakura and Syaoran obeyed and crossed their blades, Sakura blushing lightly "do honor to the laws of chiveralry and to the customs of the land. Guard!"
Syaoran swung his blade around meeting Sakura's with a clear ringing sound. He bore down, trying to force her sword to the floor. Sakura gritted her teeth and held, the muscles in her arms quivering. Sakura had never had to use so much of her strength. Syaoran's eyes widened. She was much stronger then she looked. He broke away and circled her.
Normally, it was custom to yell insults and challenges at an opponent, but the stars had trained them not to speak. To save their breathe for when the real fighting began.
He whipped his sword down and in. Sakura parried it away and slid the blade straight toward Syaoran's heart. She was ready to pull it back in a instance, he stepped back quickly.
Soon they were circling again. Trying to spot each other's weakness. He lunged in and back with great speed. Sakura countered his blows watching for an opening she would use to knock the sword from his hands.
The only sound in the room was their stockinged feet. Now the real fight would begin as many who witnessed the fight would say. They began using moves no one had seen, a different style, technique. But they moved with such grace and power that it was like music from an orchestra, only by two people, like magic.
A glint in Syaoran's eye prepared Sakura for the worst.
They met in the middle. Metal clashing on metal. Instantly pulling away and thrusting again. They backed off and circled. Then she saw him move into the 'Scarlet Sun.' An advanced move that she had just mastered last night, but he didn't know that.
Up, side, side, down, side, up. She blocked each one in blazing speed. Then moving into a simple disarming move, the 'Golden Snake.' Down, under, up. She caught on Syaoran's hilt. The sword into the air, but he leaped into the air and catching it.
He quickly attacked her under, back, down twist, right, left. He kept shifting techniques and Sakura soon could no longer fallow. She tripped over her own feet to land on her back.
Syaoran placed his left forearm across her chest to keep her from reaching her sword, and placing his sword-tip to her throat.
She looked straight into those amber orbs as he stared back, a confused look on his features. But the mood was broken by a roar of clapping. Syaoran got quickly off of Sakura and bowed to the teacher before leaving to indoor classroom and a bewildered Sakura laying on the ground behind.