A Trapped Sakura Chappie Two:
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"Toya!! Call father now!! I'm getting another premonition!!" Sakura commanded, normally clear eyes darkening as the vision crept into the borders of her mind. Her lean, tall, dark-but-still-handsome brother, leapt up on her command. He raced as fast as his long legs would carry him, through the park coated with cherry blossom petals. Tomoyo took Sakura's hand, attempting to calm her now shaking friend. Sakura's form went rigid as the fabric of reality slipped from her fingers and she was dragged inside a corner of her mind that she could never truly reach any other time than now. The visions were fast, blurred at first, but then they became startlingly clear.
As Sakura's head stopped spinning long enough to realize what she saw, a long scream rang shrilly from her lips wrenched from a place of deep agony un her soul, a place that most never have to feel. But poor Sakura was feeling it one as she eyed her homeland, burning, sakuras everywhere aflame…. She felt her soul being ripped apart as she saw a bloodied Toya collapsed onto the bloody ground, appearing still. Her father sword drawn, fighting with a man she didn't recognize. From the light of the flame and haze of blood that was the massacre of her beloved people, she could barely see the two men. They were only two-hand reaches away, but nothing became clear to her. No sounds of battle, no smells, merely the sight.
She gasped, heart dying as her father slumped to the ground in exhaustion. The man that had fought him so tirelessly did something then that rather confused her. He knelt down beside her father and grabbed his hand. Everything about his posture suggested remorse. He kissed her father's hand, a respectful gesture, and one of Sakura's small hands went to her mouth in her shock. He seemed to whistle and a horse galloped to his side. The man took one last look to her dying father before he swung onto the horse. As he turned to leave, she saw the seal of Hong-Kong on the horse's side….
As Sakura fell to a delusional, sobbing mess onto the soft grass beneath the tree her brother and Tomoyo had been resting at, Toya returned with Fujitaka, Sakura's father and the last of the noble king's in Japan, knelt to her side. "Place her in her room. We shall ask her what she saw when she awakens." He seemed guarded, and almost darkened. For his completely white hair (although not from age, he was still quite young) and pale skin, that was truly saying something.
"Sakura! Sakura!" Sakura could hear her voice being called. Her father's face swam before her vision. "Father?" she questioned. She'd had plenty of premonitions before, but none had ever done this to her. "Sakura, tell me what you saw!" her father seemed urgent. This confused her slightly as she pushed herself up onto her elbows in her bed. She was able to recall the premonition and tell her father. He looked upset. She didn't exactly blame him. Her feelings felt torn and broken. She knew her clan were peaceful, and had never fought before. They were the most powerful magic-weavers in the entire world. Their shield that guarded their village had kept all invaders out. Until the evil Hong-Kong king had decided to attack all of Japan. Now they were the only free clan left. All others that had not sworn allegiance to the king were destroyed.
As Sakura's senses came back to her she realized Tomoyo and her brother were also in her room. Tomoyo looked concerned, and Toya looked very grim. "What shall we do father? The Hong-Kong ships have been spotted. They will be here by morn." Toya stated exactly what Sakura hadn't wanted to hear. "Gather every able-bodied man and meet me in the front of the village prepared. We have hidden behind our shields through past wars that have not concerned us; now we shall show we have the bravery others claim is impossible for us to achieve." He stood from Sakura's bedside, and beckoned Toya and Tomoyo out. They both left, bowing politely. Fujitaka turned back to his daughter staring at him through groggy eyes. "I suppose the prophecy is finally coming true. But no one ever mentions all the hard-ship one goes through. He seemed about to cry. Stealing himself, he pulled a small amulet from his pocket. On a fast inspection, it looked like a small, winged key. He slid it over her neck with a few magical words. She recognized them as a heavy sleeping spell. "What-" she cried as she felt her father's spell upon her. It pushed her into a world of never-ending black.