"I did not think a princess could ever love a peasant that way so I never told her. Sakura always had magical power, like being able to talk to the dead, and one night the ruins of Clow called out to her, drew her to them. As she entered the ruins her soul left her body in the form of feathers, which were scattered all over the dimensions. I discovered that without her soul Sakura's body would die. The royal priest, Yukito sent us both to the dimension of the time space witch Yuuko. Yuuko could send us to all the dimensions so we could collect the soul fragments, at a price. Our price was our relationship, so even once we collected all the feathers, Sakura would never remember me. Two other people arrived wishing to travel the dimensions; they were Fai, a magician from a world called Celes and Kurogane, a ninja from a world called Nihon. Fai wanted only never to return to Celes, and Kurogane wanted only to return to Nihon. Each paid the price for travel, Kurogane gave up his sword, and Fai gave a magical tattoo. Yuuko gave us a creature named Mokona to take us between dimensions. For a long time we traveled collection feathers. Kurogane realized that I was blind in my left eye and taught me to fight, despite my blindness. I now know that I was blind in that eye because my original, Shaoran was using that eye to see my life."
"In the last world I was in with Sakura, Kurogane and Fai, Fay Wong Reed began to, control me. Shaoran came through from his dimension to the dimension we were in to stop me from hurting anyone. He took from me my blind left eye. I needed an eye so under the command of Reed I ate Fai's left eye. Eating his eye gave me half of his magic because of its blue color. I thought Fai would have died from losing his eye but I now know that he became a vampire to continue living. I traveled through more worlds under command from Reed to continue collecting feathers, even to kill people for them if I needed to." Syaoran paused, "And now I have come to this world, under command, to kill you." I was not afraid, I was confused. "Why," I asked, "why do you have to kill me? I thought you only killed people who got in your way of collecting feathers." "You don't understand," he said, "you are in my way, all five of you, as soon as you came near me in the forest yesterday, I sensed it, each of you, yourself and every one of your friends sleeping in that tent, have a fragment of a feather, imbedded in your heart." I was stunned into momentary silence. Syaoran took my silence as an invitation to continue explaining his story. "That is why you are all such good friends," he said, "because your hearts are connected by the feather." "How did the feather end up in fragments?" I asked. "That," said Syaoran, "is a mystery, though it is possible that it was struck by lightning as it entered your world, and the electricity caused it to break apart. Then each fragment must have sought out a heart to protect it, to guard it from me."
I should have called him crazy, should have run and hid from this psycho boy, but I couldn't. He wasn't crazy, he was telling the truth. I had seen him use the magic he had stolen from the magician of the faraway country of Celes, I had heard the terrible, unearthly voice of the evil mastermind Fay Wong Reed ringing out from the blue and purple symbols. There was nothing else to do but admit the truth. "I believe you," I said, "but how do I know you are not going to kill me for my fragment?" "I will wake your friends," he said, "as an act of faith." "Alright," I replied, "but won't you have to explain yourself to all of them as well?" "That has been taken care of," he said, "while they slept I projected this conversation into their minds. They all believe me as well." Syaoran turned to the tent and removed it from existence with a flick of his hand. Where before there had been a mountain of purple cloth there now stood my friends, looking extremely well rested. Seeing them awake was great, yet they just stood there, not moving. I ran over to make sure they were okay, and to make sure they were solid, not just an illusion. I tackled them, and didn't fall through. They were real, yet weren't talking to me. "Oh sorry," Syaoran said, "they are all really hungry, so they can't think of anything other than food right now."
Syaoran's hands began to glow again and suddenly a crackling camp fire and a pan of searing bacon materialized from nothing. As we sat and ate, Syaoran just stared off into the never-ending green of the forest. Lauren spoke, breaking the silence, "So," she began, "what you told Emily Earlier really was the truth, wasn't it?" Syaoran did not look away from the trees, "Yes," he replied, "it is true, unfortunately." Again nobody spoke for a few minutes. Now Bethany spoke, "If these feather pieces are a part of our hearts," she said, "wouldn't it stand to reason that our fragment is reflected in our souls? In our personalities?" "Yes," Syaoran said, "that does sound reasonable." "You say you can sense the feather, "Amy said, "do you think you are able to tell us what individual fragment each of us possesses?" "I will start with the bottom tip," Syaoran replied, "and work up to the top of the feather." Syaoran stopped and concentrated for a moment. "Lauren," Syaoran started, "you are the bottom tip of the feather. At first glance you seem cold and unimportant, one must search to find it but you have heart and important. Your job is that of a protector, for everybody you care about." Nobody spoke. "Am I correct?" Syaoran asked tentatively, as if doughting his own words. "I, ummm, ya." Lauren said slowly. "Do you want me to continue?" Syaoran questioned. "Yes!" We all yelled. "Alright." Syaoran closed his eyes in concentration again. "Sienna, you are the next piece of Sakura's feather, although you are small on the outside your heart is huge and your mind is wide open. Because you are so open-minded your thoughts are frequently wandering." There was a pause and then Sienna said, "Are you calling me crazy, Syaoran?" "Of course he is calling you crazy, Sienna," I said "because you are!" Sienna glared at me before she replied by whacking me in the head. Syaoran ignored us and, with growing confidence, said, "Emily, you are the centre, the glue between the fragments, holding them all together. As the middle you go not enjoy being in front of crowds but are a great public speaker, you are also lacking in patience and fidget frequently." Syaoran hardly paused before speaking again. "Bethany, your heart hides the fourth piece. You are feisty and clever with solid absolution in whatever you do but are not conceited or stuck up in any way. You resemble Sienna in the fact that you are difficult to reach at times like when you are reading or writing. "Does that mean I'm crazy like Sienna?" Bethany questioned. While Sie stuck up behind Beth and whacked her too, Syaoran said, "No it does not Bethany, it just means you are determined." At that Sienna ran up to Syaoran and kicked him in the shins as she was to small and he to tall, for her to smack him like she wanted to. "Owww! I can't believe you just did that!" Syaoran yelled. Amy laughed, "I can believe it!" she chuckled, "Sienna can be violent at times." Sienna made a move to tackle Amy but Amy simply put out a hand, which made contact with Sienna's forehead and kept her arms length away. Sienna gave up and collapsed into the soft grass beneath her.