Hi everybody. I bet you all are about ready to kill me for the long wait but I have an excuse so please don't kill the writer. You see I moved to North Carolina from Georgia and my best friend and her mother came up for a visit. So naturally I had to spend all the time I could with my best friend which meant very little alone time on the computer. You understand right?

I do not now nor have I ever owned Card Captor Sakura. Now on with the story!

Of War & Prophesy

War Plans

The throne room was grim; Yelan and Syaoran had been summoned for a war council. Inside they found Fujitaka, Touya and Senka talking in hushed voices. Yelan cleared her throat. "May I ask what's going on?"

"We here simply discussing some battle tactics. We haven't had a war in a long time. It's rather exciting actually."

Syaoran glared at the kind yet foolish King. "War is not exciting. It is horrible and bloody."

Fujitaka smiled "Of course it is but we as leaders cannot let the people know we think that. Besides this is something I've never done before and that is thrilling".

Yelan cleared her throat again. "My people have been thinking about that. Perhaps you should leave the war plans to my generals. After all they have been doing this a long time".

Senka snorted in laughter "A fine job they've been doing lately".

"Senka!" Touya snapped.

"What? I've talked to all the soldiers in their army, and from what they say Syaoran is the only decent General."

Touya knew that what the boy said was true as did Fujitaka but both silenced him with a glare. Fujitaka smiled weakly. "I apologize for my nephew. He may be outspoken and rude but when it comes to fighting he is a genius."

"You mean he's a kaijuu."

Senka glared at Touya. "I thought you called Sakura kaijuu."

"I do, but in her case it's a joke."

Senka looked like he was going to sock Touya in the nose, but he kept himself to a glare.

Fujitaka cleared his throat. "We believe that the reason this war has been going on for so long is because your strategies are the same as your opponent's. Our strategies however are not only different but have not been seen for hundreds of years."

Syaoran turned to his mother. "They do have a point mother. Perhaps some new strategies are just what we need to win this war."

Fujitaka smiled. "Splended, Touya will you please begin?"

"Thank you father. Now for centuries our enemies have tried to penetrate our cities. Now what you don't know is that warriors and magical barriers are not our only defense. There are multiple paths in this forest, and not one of them leads to the city. They all lead to one of your old fortresses on the other side of the forest. Your people have always been obsessed with those paths. Now, ever since you arrived we have been sending people to walk along those trails every day, all of them now show signs of recent use. Now if all goes well the army that is marching toward us will split their forces to follow multiple paths."

Syaoran nodded in understanding. "So you are planning on a divide and conquer."

Senka nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly; our warriors will use the forest as cover and pick them off as they go. That way we can cut down their numbers and demoralize them."

Syaoran was surprised by the boys understanding of war. Senka did get annoying but there was no denying his brilliance. "So you don't plan to defeat them in the forest?"

Senka's green eyes were sparkling with enthusiasm. "No. This is where things get really good. Some of your fighters will be moved to the old fortress, a kind of token army. The evil forces will naturally attack the fortress. Now what they won't realize is that the remainder of our combined armies will be massed in the east hills."

Syaoran was very impressed. This was what his people had been missing, creativity. "So we have the element of surprise and an attack from two sides. That could actually work."

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Later that day Senka was going over ideas for ambushes with Syaoran in the courtyard. The boy was an expert when it came to guerilla warfare. He turned the forest into a powerful weapon by using trees and underbrush to hide soldiers and attack from multiple sides at once. He also knew how to use fear as a weapon.

"Where do you come up with all this stuff?"

Senka smiled in a cocky way. "Our people keep very detailed records. Many of these tactics were used in battles a long time ago. The only things I've actually made up are a few tricks, traps and the use of underbrush as cover."

"Why did you have to make up the underbrush thing?"

"Our people use the trees for cover all the time. We are so used to trees that we can travel through them as fast as on the ground. Your people however, are more comfortable on the ground. We had to come up with something so that we could use your army as well."

"You are much smarter than you first seemed." Syaoran didn't mean it as an insult but of course the young hot head took it that way.

Suddenly the bright resourceful boy was gone and the little brat came back full force. "Do you think I'm a fucking idiot? Why you damn rat bastard, I oughta…"

Of course poor Syaoran was forced to listen to this tirade for an hour before the boy calmed down. In that time he was threatened, heard insults about himself and his family, and was exposed to several very creative curses. By the time Senka was finished both were in such horrible moods that their conversation was ended.

And another chapter goes under my belt. I'm sorry that I couldn't give you a long chapter for your wait but this story was pre written so what you get is what I wrote a few months ago. Of course I could have made this chapter longer but it would have just been a continuous stream of cuss words from Senka. And although all of those words are unfortunately a prominent part of my vocabulary I lack the creativity Senka is supposed to have in that area. Although I do enjoy rat bastard. My sister uses it a lot and it is very funny.

Anyways keep at the plot twist. So far I only know of one person who has guessed correctly and I want to know if it is just a fluke. Till next time, which will probably be tomorrow, ja ne.