Well I didn't get as many reviews as I had hoped but I felt I owed it to the people who did review to be nice and update.

I do not now nor have I ever owned Card Captor Sakura.

Of War & Prophesy

Fear

Senka held a whispered conference with Syaoran. "I was thinking that the men could make animal sounds, like wolves howling."

Syaoran shook his head. "No. Some twigs breaking and leaves rustling are about all they can do. People imitating animals sound very fake."

"But they'll just think it's another ambush. We need more."

"All right. I'll take care of the wolf noises; you get the men to stir up some noise."

"What makes you so special that you can do wolf noises?"

Syaoran glared at the boy then his outline seemed to blur until he was no longer a man but a large wolf.

Senka's eyes widened in shock. "Oh. Never mind." He ran off to give the men instructions.

When he came back Syaoran was human again. "I told the men to start making the noises after they here the wolf howl."

Syaoran nodded. "That's all good but we need more to really scare them."

"Don't worry; I've got that part under control."

"Senka what are you planning?"

The kid winked. "You'll find out."

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Fires burned in the clearing as the soldiers began to relax. It was a little bit before midnight and everyone was getting ready to sleep when blood chilling howl pierced the still night.

Bushes rustled and a few twigs cracked. It was the perfect end to the worst day imaginable. First was the ambush, then the awful traps, now wolves. All of them were nervous but at least it was only wild animals.

Syaoran lifted his muzzle to the moon and howled again. This time several wolves answered his cry. Senka lifted his head and let out a loud high pitched shriek that pierced the night air and echoed off the trees. The sound made Syaoran pin his ears back and growl in agitation.

The soldiers in the clearing jumped as the piercing screech hung on the breeze. "What was that?" A younger man asked, his body trembling.

One of the more sensible soldiers answered. "Probably just someone being attacked by a wolf."

Another soldier shook his head. "I don't know about that. I've heard stories about these woods being haunted by the vengeful spirits of the old wars."

"Nonsense there is no such thing as ghosts!"

"But wolves don't often attack people."

Suddenly the trees began to sway and groan. The same soldier who had spoken about ghosts whimpered. "The trees are talking to each other. The people of light give them voices and they don't want us hear."

"Oh shut up you superstitious git! Anyone can see it's just the wind."

A young man piped up, his eyes filled with fear. "But there is no wind."

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In truth the trees were Senka's doing. Syaoran watched in wonder as the boy placed his hand on a large oak and began to whisper something in a language Syaoran had never heard before. The trees began to groan and sway as if talking to each other. Senka stopped chanting and stepped back to admire his work.

"How long will they keep doing that?"

"They'll keep it up until I ask them to stop. Trees are very friendly and helpful plants as long as you show them the proper respect."

Syaoran nodded even though he didn't really understand. The idea that the people of light really could give the trees voices like the old stories said gave him chills. "So what else do you have in mind?"

Senka gave an evil little grin. "I was thinking about those ghosts that soldier was talking about. Could you please give me a little atmosphere to work with?"

Syaoran looked at the clearing and muttered something in the ancient language of his people. Suddenly the air grew cold and still, fog crept along the ground into the clearing. A darkness so deep and oppressive that the fires didn't seem bright or warm anymore fell on the clearing.

While Syaoran did this Senka got the men to start moaning and calling out things like "get out". The spell seemed to affect their voices as well, making them sound more ghostly and distant.

Senka created a ball of pail light, the only thing that pierced the darkness. With intense concentration he shaped it into a beautiful woman. He sent the image into the clearing and began making new ones.

The evil soldiers were now cowering in fear as the "ghosts" entered the clearing. They passed through obstacles as if they weren't there and noticed no one. Some were beautiful like the woman, others mournful mothers and children and some were soldiers trapped in the grotesque images of their deaths.

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The evil forces didn't sleep at all that night. All over the forest they were being terrified by different strange occurrences. They were unaware that all these strange things were being caused by their enemies.

About one or two hours of their tricks and the evil forces were so scared they couldn't have slept if they wanted to. So while the light and dark armies slept the evil armies sat in terror waiting anxiously for dawn.

Well that's my new chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this one so I would love to hear your feed back. Have you ever heard a guy manage to scream like a girl? Well I have and let me tell you it is the funniest thing in the world and guys try so hard to hide that little ability. So I had to have someone do it in my story.

The next chapter will be up soon. I'm in crunch time now and I want to finish this story before my move in date. Please review; I could really use the encouragement. Till next time ja ne.

Yooso