Chapter Four:

Mirihanna had changed into the clothes that Arashi gave her. She wore a denim skirt with a salmon shirt with a pair of brown ballerinas. She though how strange these clothes were to her. They were made of some kind of cheap fabric.

In her world, clothes had more detail and the material was nothing to compare. Before the War, she would wear slim elegant golden dresses, with great ornaments in the chest and waist, beneath her open skirt; she would wear slim pants revealing parts of her skin.

After the War started, she had to choose more flexible clothes. Clothes fitted for running or even battle. She opted for some baggy pants, with a tank top with some leather for protection in her shoulders. A pair of long gloves was also added to the outfit, along with her white long cape that hid her figure.

She left the Hotel with her hair into a ponytail. The sun shinned upon her hair giving it a life of its own. It was strange to her to go out without a cape. She looked around and found her surrounding quite peculiar. Tall sturdy houses staked on top of each other, with small windows. Post with some kind of glass on the end, accompanying the sidewalks, and all sort of strange objects she never had seen all her life.

Mirihanna saw the group of men already changed into similar clothes at the entrance, waving goodbye at Sorata. She walked beside Syoran who was holding a small pouch.

"Mia-Chan you look so cute!" Mokona said jumping on top of her hear. She smiled.

It was time to look for the young girl's feather. She was dazzled at her situation. What kind of powerful magic could transform memories into feather and spread thought different kinds of worlds? She felt sadness for the girl… she could tell she had a kind heart just by looking at her. Mirihanna could sense this kind of things. You could tell she has a big intuition or maybe a great six sense. It was one of her gifts.

"It's crowded!" Fay exclaimed " So many people!" Mokona happily said.

"Tall building mingle with small building… has Syaoran-kun ever seen this kind of scenery?" He asked the young boy.

"No." He looked as amazed as everyone else.

"Mokona want's to know about Mia-Chan!" She looked at the white creature and smiled.

"Me nether. It's obvious that the technology of this world is far beyond mine."

"And how about Kuro-Tan?" "NO! And don't you dare call me by that name!"

The group wandered for a while with Mirihanna close behind.

She was lost in thought with the differences of this world comparing to hers. She didn't even notice the gang arguing about some apples. Apparently, it meant a different thing in each world. The streets filled with life had all sorts of lights flashing. The only kind of light she knew was the Sun, fire or magical crystals. But those were a rare sight. She also noticed modern bridges and all kind of merchants. The people here were different somehow. They were all busy with their life with no fear in it. She remembered that Sorata told them there were no Wars in this country, but even so, she noticed that these people were much different from hers. There seemed to be some kind of just policy in this society, something she didn't have.

A hand reached to her, holding a red fruit. She snapped out of her though and looked at Fay a little confused.

"Here, have some Mia-Chan!" She carefully took it with both hands and smelled it. Its aroma was fresh and sweet. Fay smiled and took another bite from his apple.

"Apple taste good." He said "But, we really are from different worlds!"

"What do you mean?" She asked taking a small bite.

"We were discussing what were apples a while ago." Answered Syaoran with much polite. She nodded in understanding.

"Oh, I haven't asked… how did you get to the dimensional witch's place?" Speaking to the young boy, Fay casually laid back on the bridge they were standing.

"I was sent by the priest in my country." He said while Mokona swollen a whole apple.

"… A common man?" Mirihanna was truly amazed. Only certain creatures had powerful magic such and time-travel.

"Yes, why?" The young boy asked. Kurogane's eyes laid upon her for an answer.

"You look impressed." Fay smiled, now glancing over here.

"In my world…" She began looking at her apple " only spiritual or mythical creatures have that kind of sorcery. Common men are known for the use of swords."

"So there are beast in you world." Asked Kurogane with curiosity. She nodded.

"Well, then I suppose that's how you got to the witch, huh? With a spiritual being." Concluded Fay looking at the sky.

"Indeed." She bit another piece of her apple.

"What about Kuro-Rin?" Kurogane controlled his anger at the blonde one and simply answered.

"I was forcefully sent by the princess of my country…" his eyes seemed distant by the spoken words. Mirihanna noticed some kind of feeling towards the princess he spoke. After this, Fay started teasing him again.

"Oh! You must have done something bad, so you were punished!"

"You shut your mouth!" He said closing his fist. Then he spoke again " And what about you?"

"Me? I went there on my own." Mirihanna stopped chewing on the fruit, she looked at him in disbelief. "But I'm no mystical creature." He glanced at her. "I'm a Mage."

That made sense. After many years spent with spiritual creatures, she would have noticed something off.

"Then you didn't have to ask the dimensional witch for her help. You could've traveled between worlds by yourself." Kurogane stated making his point.

"Even with all my power, I can only transport myself to another world once." He said calmly. Mirihanna now had Athalaya in her thoughts.

"The one who transported Syaoran-kun, Kuro-Rin and Mia-Chan. They all have very strong magical powers." Fay looked down and his usual smile faded into a melancholic expression.

"But, even if they used all of their power, I suppose they could only transport someone to another world once." Mirihanna now realized the great debt she own her friend. In her heart, she hoped that it would be okay.

Out of nowhere, they heard screaming. People started running from all direction making a big fuss in the area.

Soon enough a group of dressed alike men stood on top of a building. In the opposite direction, another group of men faced them.

"They are fighting for territories again!" She heard a woman say.

"Ah Cool!" Said Fay with a hand on in forehead blocking the sun. Mirihanna tilted her head in disbelief.