Queen of my Heart – Shall be Lost in the Rain
~ 2 years later ~
Syaoran watched his mother from just outside the room. She sat at her husbands side sobbing heavily as he spoke what could have easily been his last words. The king struggled with each breath as he gave his wife his dying wish for her and told her how much he loved her. Kenji Li, a father, a husband and a king, was dying and as he lay there, on his deathbed, he gave each member of his family his last words to remember him by.
He hated seeing his father like this, so fragile and week. Kenji was the strongest man he knew and it hurt him to see him looking so frail and defenseless as he did now. Four months earlier, Kenji suffered a heart attack and ever since he only got weaker and weaker as his illness got worse and worse until all that was left of him was the frail old man lying on his deathbed, a shell of his former glory.
Syaoran hid behind the doorframe, as he was his mother move to get up; he didn't want her to know he had been watching. Yelan was always perceived as such a strong person; she made sure of that by remaining emotionless unless the situation called for it. This was the first time in his entire life that Syaoran had ever seen his mother cry. True there had been times when she was upset, but for all those times he had never once seen even the single tear roll down her face.
"Are you ok?" Syaoran asked his mother reading the pain in her eyes that still remained even though the tears had been wiped away.
Yelan's eyes glistened with tears that threatened to fall. She looked at her son knowing she could not lie to him and shook her head. "No," she told him. "Your father wishes to see you now."
Syaoran gave his mother a quick hug before he entered the room.
"Please don't look at me," Kenji strained, "I want you to remember me as I was. Strong and proud leading our kingdom."
"And I always will father," Syaoran told the man. "I will always see you as my father no matter how I look at you."
Kenji sighed. "I hoped that when this day came you would be married. But I know how much you love Sakura and I know you will love only her for the rest of your life."
"She isn't dead father," Syaoran told him. "She's just lost, and I know I'll find her someday."
"I know," Kenji strained. "Syaoran, I give you my crown. I know you shall make a wonderful king; it is after all your destiny. Please look after your mother my son and remember that I'll always watch over you."
"I promise," Syaoran told him his voice breaking with emotion. "I promise."
"You failed," she croaked in her heavy european accent.
"Sire, it wasn't supposed to be like this," he pleaded. "He was supposed to become evil without her. He was supposed to be angry and destroy everything he touched. He was never meant . . ."
"You waited too long," she hissed cutting him off with a simple flick of her hand. "You let them fall in love. You let their aura's bond and because of that he knows that she still lives. Because of the precious time you let them have together he knows that she loves him so he still has hope and his heart is still pure because it is hers alone."
"But sire," he begged, "I didn't mean it to end like this. It was the only time I could do it. She was always surrounded by people, it was the only time she was alone."
"Tell me," she asked. "Why didn't you kill her when you had the chance?"
"Madame, I couldn't bring myself to kill her. She has done nothing to hurt us, I couldn't kill her."
"Then I shall have your life instead," she growled flicking her wrist.
The man grabbed his chest as he felt a smoldering burning sensation deep within that got stronger and stronger until it had consumed his body and broken his skin. He screamed as he saw the black flames that were consuming his body. The flames kept burning until suddenly they stopped and all that was left were a few mounds of ash.
"Ashes to ashes," she smiled maliciously stroking her fangs with her tongue. "Dust to dust." The wind gushed suddenly, gently lifting his few remains onto a soft breeze and whising them away until there was nothing left; not even the queen herself remained.
"I hate it here," Rita moaned turning to her friend beside her who was busy scrubbing the floors with her. "Wouldn't it be wonderful just to be somewhere else? You know just anywhere else but here." Her friend nodded in response.
Rita looked at Lilly and sighed. She would give anything to be like Lilly. Lilly looked as though she should be a princess sitting next to the prince as they watched servant girls like them clean their sparkling marble floors, but here she was cleaning the floors for a mean old noble man right along side Rita.
Lilly had long auburn hair that should have been flowing behind her tossed in the wind not wrapped up in an ugly old kerchief. She had dull green eyes that at one point in her life were probably a brilliant emerald, which always seemed to be filled with some unknown pain. She had a sparkling smile that always seemed like it had been forced no matter how happy she was because of her pained eyes.
Lilly and Rita had been friends for two years, ever since Rita found Lilly out in the cold. Lilly had lost her memory; she didn't know who she was, where she was or even why she was there. Surprisingly, Rita's boss took her in and Rita was thankful that she wasn't alone anymore.
"Why don't we?" Lilly suddenly said.
"Why don't we what?" Rita replied.
"Go somewhere else," Lilly told her. "The palace are hiring, we can go work there. We can start all over again. Anywhere's better than here isn't it."
"Definitely," she agreed.
Lilly then stood up, dropped her brush, pulled off her kerchief and straightened her clothes. She then took Rita's sponge dropped it in the bucket and pulled her to her feet.
"What are you doing?" Rita asked. "How are we going to explain this if Mr. Dominic comes in?"
"We won't," Lilly told her. "We'll hold our heads high, turn up our noses and tell him . . ."
"Tell him what Miss. Lilly?" Dominic asked walking through the door. He looked at the girls questioningly his face holding its usual smirk as though he knew that he had won.
Lilly squared her shoulders, held her head high and turned her nose up at him. "Why this," she said proudly. "That we quit." She turned on her heal and walked over to Rita grabbing her hand and leading her out the door. "Good day Mr. Dominic," she yelled back.
"What about our stuff?" Rita asked. Lilly just smiled and pointed towards the window of their room where two suitcases were waiting outside. "How long have you been planning this?"
"Three weeks," Lilly answered. "Now what's the fattest rouute to the palace?"
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I know that chapter was kind of short too. Well I hope you liked it anyway and please review and tell me what you think.
Just a few things that I should mention just to make sure nobodies confused:
Lilly is Sakura
She now realizes she has magic abilities
She and Rita are in Syaoran's kingdom which he is now king of and shall remain nameless unless someone can give me any idea's for a really good one
And for the magic powers they can do just about anything but each person has a special power that no one else has like astral projection or invisibility. They also all have telepathy but one of them will probably have the power to talk to animals.
That just about sums it all up so please stay tuned for the next chapter.