Hi everyone! - How are you? Did you like the 8th chapter, Meiling's Other Side? -LOL- Ihad so much funwriting it! I am finally getting down to business and writing the ninth chapter for all you…: ) (1) I have had the outline of this chapter in my head for awhile now so I figured it was time to finally type it up and see were it goes! I can't wait to find out! (2) I don't own Cardcaptor Sakura, just the fictional places/people and the plot line. (3) I just wanted to thank everyone for their reviews!
chikichiki- Yah, I noticed that sometimes it doesn't act quite right, and yes! They will be back together, but not quite as soon as you may think…-mysterious smile-
Cherrysinger- You're so welcome: ) And yes, writers block does kill, but thankfully everyone doesn't have to suffer too much because I am two chapters ahead of what I post. - AND thank you so much for the critique of switching back and forth from present and past tense…I thought something was awkward and I couldn't put my finger on it. Thanks! (and no I am not mad at you…actually, I am very thankful: )
(4)Anyway…so much to do sooooo little time…here it is, the 9th chapter of The Promise of Forever…
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The Mysterious Dimension and the Darker Magic
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Syaoran struggled to get comfortable in his chair, his eyes narrowed and he started muttering darkly, "Why are these annoying airplane chairs never secure!" Let's remember that at this point, Syaoran is not in one of his best moods…but, who could blame him?
"What's the matter, can't get comfortable, cousin?" came Eriol's unmistakable drawl with his usual irritating smile along with it.
Syaoran glared at him, "Eriol do you want me to tape that mouth of yours up with duck tape so you can see what's it's like, I still have some left you know…" He let the threat hang in the air as he calmly pulled a long strip off his green hunter green sweater, and dangled it in front of Eriol's face with a glare in his direction.
"Well, let me think about it" Eriol pretended to ponder, "…how bout…" He smiled and gestured to the airplane around him, "No, I wouldn't want to deprive you of a wonderful memento to this great 'expedition', now would I?"
Syaoran's eyes narrowed even more and his fists clenched visibly, as he made an effort to control his anger by looking out the airplane window, but couldn't help muttering, "Eriol you don't want to start with me, not now…"
When Eriol didn't reply, Syaoran turned his head sharply to glace at him and saw that Eriol had pretended to not hear him and was reading with a calm/innocent look on his face.
Syaoran sighed, and turned back to the picture out the window he gazed at the clouds outside, watching the ocean roll, and toss underneath him. 'Maybe I should get some sleep…and when I wake up then I can interrogate Eriol on were we are going...' Syaoran relaxed back into the cushions and watched the ocean beneath him silently until he started to drift softly to sleep…
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Syaoran's Dream POV:
He scanned the expanse of gray and purple surrounding him. There was no sky just a white light separating the ground from the above. The entire span of the ground was enclosed in thick, swirling mist. No rocks, trees, or even animals…just mist… "This is it!" Syaoran thought angrily, "If this is another one of Eriol's tricks…" At this Syaoran growled and stomped his foot in annoyance, if this was a dimension of Eriol's I better be ready for anything. He slowly drew his sword out and scanned the expanse of mist. He looked down, interested to see what his feet were (seemingly) firmly planted on. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he saw that the mist he was standing on had a water-like quality to it, and as he started walking forwards it seemed to ripple and arch underneath his steps. He lifted his sword to make a diagonal shield in front of him as he walked and his eyes shifted from side to side. "But, I have a strange feeling this isn't one of Eriol's creations."
Suddenly, the water-mist flowed down the path his steps were taking him arching and twisting as it began to condense into a murky form. Sayoran immediately assumed the fighters stance and keep his eyes fixed on the murky-mist. It flexed, and twisted, writhing as it solidified into the unmistakable shape of a towering gateway.
"This could be a trap…but I would probably end up facing something even more dangerous later…" Sayoran thought as he lifted his sword to the ready and calmly, but cautiously walked to the front of the gateway's two doors. It was intricately carved and inlaid with gold and silver against the black of the ebony. Chinese and English characters were also present around the rim and glowed with an eerie pale golden light.
Unexpected and sudden, he felt a soft form flow around the hand that held his sword; he looked down in horror, but could not see anything…Suddenly it solidified into a ghostlike hand. It started to lift his sword up vertically in front of the door. "Dammit…DEFINITELY A TRAP!" Sayoran thought as he fought the vice like grip of the Ghost Hand, "LE'ME GO!" He yelled as he twisted and turned in an effort to make the Ghost Hand release him.
Despite Syaoran's efforts, the iron grip on his sword hand never stirred, it continued to force Syaoran's arm to twist in an awkward angle. The sword, almost coming to a vertical angle, stood in defiance in front of it's the door and its master.
Suddenly, the black crystal on the face of his sword blazed, growing brighter and brighter by the second. Syaoran shielded his face from the light with his open left hand grimacing with the pain as his right arm started pounding with a pain that grew every second. He could tell he was moving into the inside of whatever the door held. But he was in way to much pain to care.
Abruptly, the resilient grip on his one hand was released and his arm wrenched back into the right angle and jerked sharply so it rested by his side. He gasped with the pain, and collapsed on his knees, biting his lip to keep from crying out. "I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!" He screamed mentally, as the mist still around him clouded his vision, and the black inside claimed him from the pain.
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Outside the mist still rippled and moved over the ground as all else was still. The gateway's two doors stood open, although all you could see inside was a darker gray color inside, with Syaoran collapsed on the ground, his sword gem glowing a steady dark green next to his outstretched hand.
Suddenly the doors made a creaking noise and they started to shut, the characters on the door glowing faintly. When the door had closed with a final, but protesting creak, the inlays, of the door showed a faint sheen of green, and the first two Chinese characters on the bottom left of the gateway glowed with the same dark green of Syaoran's sword gem.
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Setting: In the airplane again…
"Attention all passengers, the plane will be landing in the Tomoeda International Airport in 15 minutes" Again" Attention all passengers, the plane will be landing in the Tomoeda International Airport in 15 minutes", drilled the monotone pilot's voice.
At this call, Eriol sighed as he closed his magazine. He took a quick stretch in his chair and looked around him, the children in the next aisle over were bouncing excitedly in their seats as their harried looking mother tried to calm them. He smiled at there antics, he could remember his relatively first airplane ride. He then looked farther up and saw that the older gentlemen sitting diagonally from him was snoring gently, as his wife cleaned her glasses with a cloth.
"Excuse me sir…Sir…we need to collect all the magazines from the passengers to put in storage…"
With quick glance he turned his eyes from the older couple and focused his gaze on the fight attendant who was looking a little concerned.
"I am truly sorry, yes you may have the magazine." Eriol said in an apologetic voice, and as she took the magazine, he stole a glance at his dear descendent next to him. Syaoran was still sleeping, so he started to look ahead when his magic detected that something was not right. He scanned the airplane again, but he found nothing, the older pair was doing just as they were before, and the children were still bouncing in their seats. Eriol's eyes narrowed in frustration, "What…is…it?" "My magic is never wrong…"
Suddenly as if alerted, he spun, his glance on Syaoran. As he looked he could detect a faint…something… He looked harder this time with his magic, and saw that a faint tinge of green was moving along the outside of Syaoran's sleeping form.
Eriol's eyes narrowed even further, but this time in suspicion. He pushed his magic to identify the glow but suddenly, his magic caught, and instead of traveling away from him to around Syaoran, it connected to the magic around Syaoran and pulled his magic into itself. The magic around Syaoran blazed and started to pull Eriol's magic in faster, receiving the power of Eriol's analyzing spell. Eriol's control vanished; quickly he severed the connection between him and his magic, therefore breaking the contact of his magic and the spell. He fell back into his chair, opened his eyes, and tried to control his breathing. He glanced around at the other passengers to see if they noticed what had happened, but all still continued as before.
He then fixed his gaze on Syaoran, concentrating. The faint green that was there before had certainly become stronger and more noticeable to him. It was powerful magic that was affecting Syaoran, that much was true. It took powerful magic to even begin to affect the magic of the Clow. But what exactly was the spell, or origin of this strange magic? "Or even worse, what's its purpose?" muttered Eriol out loud. He had to find some way to analyze it…
Maybe he could wrap his magic in a sphere around the darker magic, and make sure it was far enough away to not be in contact with the magic's realm of influence…" "That's it! If my spell doesn't try to go into the magic and it stays hovering on the surface of the spell…maybe I can find out why this magic is here, or what it is…"
Eriol once again closed his eyes in concentration, and formed his magic into the sphere he required. He scanned the surface with his mind/magic. "…hmmm…a powerful spell…but where is it getting it's power from…it has to be linked directly to it's source of power… /-suddenly the dark green magic blazed this time edged in white, the magic grabbed hold of him again but this time shows him mental images….a flash of the towering gateway then it travels downward to show the glowing green symbols, if focuses onto the gateway again and the doors open to show Syaoran laying on the floor with his hand next to his sword. The gem on his sword is glowing steadily green with Syaoran's magic…-/
Abruptly, the magic releases Eriol and he falls back into his seat again, completely exhausted … his eyes show the exhaustion he feels. He trembles but as he starts to recover his eyes grow cold in anger as he tries to catch his breath again… "It's a draining spell…" He says hoarsely, and with fury "somehow it has captured Syaoran…" Eriol stops for a second with the anger building inside of him, his fists clench and his eyes become deathly cold "…and it has Syaoran's magic..."
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Hmmmm…sorry to leave you at such a cliffhanger andI hope you can forgive me! I will try to get the next chapter up as soon as I can...