Ok so I'm up to chapter four and so far I'm doing really well at updating in a timely manner especially for me. Thanks again for the reviews it's always nice to be appreciated and told I'm a good writer but keep them coming please.
I still don't own Card Captor Sakura but this story line is all mine. Anyway on with the story.
Of War & Prophesy
The Lady of Light
A soft knock roused Syaoran from his doze. He stood up from the chair he had been lounging in. "Enter."
A small blonde head popped into the room. "I was told to inform you that the feast will begin in half an hour. Your escort will be here in fifteen minutes, your highness."
She left quickly so that he could get ready. Fifteen minutes later another knock on the door announced his escort. He opened the door to see a young woman with auburn hair and green eyes. His dark green and black outfit was a stark contrast to her flowing light pink dress. His sharp eyes took in every detail from the long flowing sleeves of her dress to the delicate silver circlet on her head.
"Good evening Prince Syaoran. I am Kinomoto Sakura and I will be your escort tonight."
The walked down the halls of the palace. "Tell me princess, why do we need to leave so early?"
"Please call me Sakura. It is a custom for the royals to arrive on horseback."
"Horseback?"
"We have feasts outside in the forest."
Several horses waited outside the palace. Yelan and Fujitaka were already mounted and Touya stood next to his dark brown horse. "Syaoran you will be on the black stallion." He then lifted his sister onto her own white horse so that she could gracefully sit side saddle.
They rode to the celebration ground, a large clearing, in a dignified silence. People stood at their tables heads bowed in respect as they approached the head table. They gracefully dismounted, Touya once again lifting Sakura down, and moved to their seats. Fujitaka looked at the watching people, raised his hands, and said in a loud clear voice. "On this beautiful spring evening we join to celebrate the safe arrival of our new friends. The day is coming when we will raise swords in battle, but tonight let us raise our glasses together in this wonderful feast!"
Everyone clapped and cheered loudly as he took his seat. The celebration had begun.
Syaoran learned much of the green eyed girl next to him. She told him about her skill in healing, dancing and music. She also talked about her education, which was very efficient for a girl.
All in all her conversation was very interesting, but he found her perfectly composed nature very boring. She gave the impression of a girl who never lied, never cursed and never did anything crazy or dangerous. A perfect princess but nothing else.
After the feast was over she excused herself from the table. Lamps were lit in the fading light and everyone seemed happy. Fujitaka stood once again and everyone became silent. "Some entertainment has been arranged for us. May I present the Princess Sakura, Lady of Light!"
Soft music began to play and Sakura stood in the center of the clearing. She began to sing with the most beautiful voice Syaoran had ever heard.
The sun touches my skin
Wind blows through my hair
My soul sings from within
For the love that we share
For with you I feel whole
With you I feel safe
With you in my soul I'm not afraid
You give me the strength to face the darkness
Together we fight
Through darkness and danger
I am your guiding light
And you are my anchor
For with you I feel whole
With you I feel safe
With you in my soul I'm not afraid
You give me the strength to face the darkness
With you I am whole
With you I am safe
With you in my soul I'm not afraid
You give me the strength to face the darkness
You give me the strength to face the darkness
Then she danced with slow grace, her dress floating around her as light as air.
When she finished the applause was filled with adoration. After her a group of people performed a livelier dance that brought everyone to their feet. The lamps glowed brightly and stars were coming out when Fujitaka stood once again.
"Before we retire one of our warriors has agreed to do a demonstration. He is the greatest of our fighters and I am sure his performance will hearten you all."
A young boy with a double edged sword walked into the center of the clearing. A man set a wooden stool with an apple on it. The band began to play a slow steady rhythm. The boy pulled his blade and began moving it in slow patterns. Gradually the music sped up and with it went the sword. This continued until it was a blur of shining steal cutting beautiful patterns in the air. Suddenly the boy spun round and sent the sword slicing down the apple twice, then he sheathed it with a flourish and the music ended. The apple was sliced into quarters and not a single scar from the swift strikes was on the stool.
The boy bowed and left to tumultuous applause.
Sakura sat in her room with her best friend Daidouji Tomoyo. The girl showered her with praise. "Oh Sakura you were fantastic and the dress I made for you was perfect. The way it caught the light and accented your movements, you were gorgeous!"
Sakura laughed "Tomoyo everything you make is beautiful."
The girl's amethyst eyes sparkled. "You really think so?"
"Of course. Now tell me, how did our little warrior do?"
"Sakura, he was flawless as usual."
Sakura smiled at the statement of praise from her dark haired friend.
"So tell me about Prince Syaoran! Is he as handsome up close as he is from a distance?"
"No. He's even more handsome! Even though he was wearing formal cloths you could tell he was muscular. And his hair! It's this chocolate brown color and it looks good even though it's messy. He's tan and his hair has some highlights so he must spend a good amount of time outside."
"Well of course he does Sakura; he is a warrior after all."
Sakura chose not to respond to Tomoyo's comment. "The best part about him is his eyes. They are this deep amber color and so intense you feel like you're in a spotlight every time he looks at you. The only problem is that he is so serious all the time. Not once did he laugh or smile.
"So you think his name meaning wolf is just a coincidence?"
"It must be. I could never be with a man like that."
--Syaoran's Room—
"The girl sounds next to perfect."
"And that's the problem Eriol. She's so perfect that it's boring. I can't be stuck with someone that restrained!"
"But you do like her looks."
"What does it matter if her hair flows like water and her dress clung to all the right places? It doesn't matter that her eyes are the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen!"
"Green is your favorite color."
"Who cares? Her personality will drive me insane. Those prophesy are crazy."
"Why don't you just forget about the prophesy of light? Maybe you aren't the wolf she's supposed to fall in love with. For now just concentrate on the warrior."
"He was very good wasn't he. But he looked so young."
"Maybe he's a prodigy."
Well that's it for chapter four. Another eight pager and my fingers are starting to hurt. I really don't like typing.
For those of you who actually read the song and were driven mad trying to figure out if you knew it. You don't, I wrote that song specifically for this story. It's supposed to be a love balled from when the light and dark were still fighting.
In the next chapter you will all meet the warrior. A young fighter with a nasty temper and an even worse mouth. He is very colorful and although obnoxious, many of you may even want to kill him like my beta reader Yum, he is very important to this story and the last of my main characters.
I would really like to get five reviews before I write the next chapter. That definitely isn't an outrageous request. So please review. Ja ne.