It's hard to believe that I am almost done with this story. I really hope everyone has enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. I suppose it is time for me to give up my coveted plot twist.

I do not nor will I ever own Card Captor Sakura.

Of War & Prophesy

Final Battle

The sun was just beginning to rise when the soldiers formed ranks. Mist clung to the ground and dew soaked through pant legs in the pale grey light. Senka had reappeared just as Touya said he would and stood next to Syaoran.

You sure like to cut it close before a battle. Where were you last night?"

Senka turned to him, his usually bright and energetic green eyes dull. "It doesn't matter where I was as long as I'm here now."

The change in the boy was amazing, he was cold and serious. His face seemed as cold as stone with out the usual bright smile. The emotions that had constantly flickered across his face, making him more animated than anyone else, were gone leaving an empty shell behind. It was unnerving.

"What is wrong with you Senka? Since when are you Mr. Cold Shoulder?"

"This is how you act all the time. Emotions get in the way in battle."

"What idiot told you that? It's important to keep yourself under control, but emotion is what gives a fighter strength. And I am not that bad."

Senka smiled mischievously. "Yes, you are."

"If I were that bad then I wouldn't be showing my irritation with you right now."

"All right, all right. You're not as bad as when you first showed up here. Geese you don't have to get so steamed."

"I can't help it with you around."

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Syaoran could feel his blood rushing with adrenaline as the army reached the top of the hill that over looked the battle. The fortress was still holding up to the evil attack.

Fujitaka turned to the army. "Today we end this era of war! As the sun rises in the morning sky so let your hearts and courage rise! This is the day where we make the future; this is the day we fight!"

The army let out a yell that rang across the valley below. The evil army turned to see the enemy that had snuck up on them. The General quickly reformed his troops as he saw the horrible position he was in. To the front lay the fortress and behind him was the forest. On his left ran the Great River and the right held the large army in the hills. His only choice was to attack them head on. "Charge!"

As the horde of warriors ran toward them a few men flinched. "Hold your ground!" yelled Fujitaka.

The gap between the armies was closing swiftly. Many members of the Dark army began to move forward to meet the charge. "Steady!" called Fujitaka.

Suddenly arrows rained down upon the Evil army. Syaoran looked at the healer's hill in shock to find the large group of women firing arrows at the enemy with deadly accuracy.

"Now CHARGE!"

Fujitaka's timing was perfect. As they began to dash down the hill the sun broke over its edge blinding the enemy.

Syaoran felt the familiar rush of battle take him. His amber eyes had a film of red over them as the blood wrath took him. He fought like ten men, the man from training was gone, on the battle field his power was unmatched.

Senka's heart pounded loudly in his ears as he fought. The war was much more terrible than he could have ever imagined. He saw Syaoran beside him taking down every man in his path, all rationality lost, a true berserker.

He felt the adrenalin pulse through him as the rush took over. He stopped thinking about the lives he was taking. All that mattered was survival. His family, his people, as long as it helped them he would kill as many as it took.

The Evil army didn't stand a chance. The sun shone piercingly in their eyes blinding them. They were tired from the disastrous journey through the forest, and then the battle at the fort. They fell like leaves before the ferocious and energetic attack launched by the combined armies of Light and Dark.

Senka and Syaoran were separated in the madness of battle. Senka could see the evil General; the man was cutting down everyone that came near him. Rage consumed him and he charged at the large man with a yell.

The clang of steel against steel was loud and harsh. Senka felt the tremors run through his hands and arms making him want to drop the sword, but he held on. The man's dark eyes board into him as they separated to continue the fight. Senka no longer heard the shouts around him as he matched his blade against the General's.

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Syaoran couldn't remember when he had lost his sword, nor did he care. He ducked under spears and sword blades to slice at his enemies with his favorite dagger, and threw balls of wild dark energy at groups of opponents. It got to the point that people refused to go any where near him. His chest heaved as he took in the carnage around him. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of movement on his left and he turned to see Senka fighting the General.

The boy's stamina was failing him and his sword strokes were getting slower and slower. With a roar the bear like General brought his sword crashing down on Senka's. The vibrations were so intense that the boy was forced to drop his sword. He stumbled and tripped over a dead body. His hat fell off and, caught by the wind, was blown over to Syaoran's feet.

The General walked over to his fallen opponent lifting the young warrior by the now exposed auburn hair. He let out a cold laugh as he lifted his sword to chop off Senka's head.

Time seemed to freeze for Syaoran. He saw the blade flashing in the sun and those emerald green eyes close in anticipation. He did not notice when he began to run or when he ceased being human. All he knew was his paws landing on the General's chest knocking him from his feet. The snarl that erupted from his muzzle could chill the blood of the bravest of men.

He felt a sharp pain in his side but he was too angry to pay attention to it. He ripped at the man with tooth and claw, clamping his jaws onto the man's throat. He held until the General's final shuddering breath. He lifted his bloody muzzle and howled his victory to the sky.

As his eyes returned to his broken victim, his human mind regained control over his animal body and instincts. The large wolf began to tremble violently in shock and his human shape returned.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with desperate energy, and began to scramble away from the body. The deep cut in his side, courtesy of the General's sword, sent pain lancing through his body bringing him down to the ground shrieking in agony.

"Syaoran!" a voice screamed. It seemed so far away but he knew it all too well.

His eyes locked with the emerald green orbs of the one he had fought so hard to protect. What he saw was too shocking for his shaken mind to handle. "Sakura?"

The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him was her smiling face. Her green eyes sparkling with tears, and auburn hair shining in the sunlight. She was covered in blood and dirt, but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

That's it no more typing. I have finally given up my precious plot twist and now I must mourn the loss of that precious secret. Enjoys being thoroughly over dramatic.

Congratulations to Moonspell the only reviewer to guess my plot twist. Great Job you get a gold star for proving that great minds think alike!

For those of you who didn't see that coming try rereading my story and you will see all of the blatant clues I left behind. Some times the best hiding places are in plane sight.

Tune in for my next chapter The Missing Pieces and see if my story ends with a wedding or a funeral. After all I never said this was a happy story. Please send me reviews I want to know how my plot twist affected everyone. Ja ne!

Yooso