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Disclaimer: Tamora Pierce is the Queen of Female Warriors and is a person who understands the life of a woman nowadays and from before. I would like to own the characters but unfortunately they don't belong to me, except for a few which will be written out later.

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Chapter 6: Unsolved Mysteries

She saw a pool of blood. The only time Sakura ever saw that much blood was when it was coming from her mother. Sakura wanted to open her eyes, she really did, but the outcome she was probably going to show was something she didn't want to reveal. By this point Alanna and Kel were anxious of Sakura's health. Alanna came toward Sakura and was about to place a violet shimmering hand, when she heard Sakura stop her. "Stop, I'm fine, just a bit winded and tired from the exercise." Sakura stopped herself from groaning inwardly, she just got here and the secrets and lies have already begun, but for a good reason.

She wanted to cry, just cry her thoughts and worries away. What is this? Who are those people I saw? There was blood and it was in some sort of ballroom. The fallen lady on the ground went on her knees and braced herself against the floor. The feeling in her head was very unpleasant and painful, as if a giant just stepped on her head and popped her brains out. Trying to stand up, she stumbled. Someone steadied her and she whispered her thanks to whoever that person was. Her vision was too blurry to make out the strange images and shapes before her.

Sakura winced as she made the mistake of opening her eyes. The group of people watching, kindly guided her to the archery court wood railing and she gratefully leaned on it, slightly shivering, huffing, and puffing, but not enough for the others to notice. Sweat dripped into her eyes and the headache she was experiencing was relentless.

Sakura heard the sound of her mother's voice as she sung a lullaby when she was young and then the sound of cars suddenly crashing, glass breaking, and people screaming, the last glimpse of her mother, emotionless, either dead or still hanging onto life. A single tear flowed down her face dripping onto the wood she was leaning on. Her legs gave way and she slid down to her knees again. Why are these visions haunting me? Why, why, why? Ok, get a hold of yourself Sakura. Someone got killed in the ballroom, but whom exactly. Is this even real?

Almost everything that was once impossible could happen in Tortall now. But, Sakura couldn't seem to think of that, smart as she was.

"Is there a ball at the palace coming anytime soon?" her voice was terribly hoarse but Alanna heard.

"Yes, there's one next week where you will be introduced to the public. The court is going to be in shock, when they see you though. The rumors that were spread around have reached the ears of many people and I think they said that you were a Yamani slave of some sort. The things that the court ladies come up with. Don't worry about your real identity though, only the people you saw when you first woke up know who you really are." Alanna couldn't help but grin.

Sakura's hands shook on her lap when she heard the answer which she hoped wasn't true. This couldn't have been a coincidence or could it. Having visions about a ball right before there really was, one a week before didn't really seem to be a coincidence.

Are these visions real then? How can they? Blood… Someone's going to get hurt very badly or die… That was one word she didn't want to think about. The thought of it made her shudder. My visions are real so far, I'm sure it's all true, but I don't want to believe that it is though. I can't tell anyone, I just can't. Seeing visions of the future was a very rare gift and not many were able to control and use them. Sakura was never born in Tortall and if she had this ability to see into the future or even more then there must be a part of her past that was never known to her before. She was utterly confused and life in Tortall as she always seemed to dream of wasn't as she expected.

Sakura opened her eyes, realizing she was on the floor. She pulled herself up using the fence and dusted her breeches. Her hair was out of its bun flowing gently, as the wind caressed it in soft tumbles behind her; it was like a river, the waist length hair was something that she loved and hoped she would never have to cut. For it was the last thing that would actually hold a memory of her past, but maybe letting things go isn't so bad, but Sakura wasn't just up to it yet.

The hair ornament that belonged to the women in her family for generations, stuck out from a small tangle in her hair, she plucked it from its place and held it in her hands, whispering. "What shall I do mother?"

That is the end of this chapter. Sorry for it's shortness, but I really wanted to upload this chapter for you guys. It's been a long while since my last update. I apologize for the long wait. I actually have a lot of time to type this story now, so please wait. Please R&R!