Prove Yourself
By SMYGO4EVA

There was a chance of defying fate and saving the princess; Syaoran was absolutely sure of this. He couldn't see what lied ahead, not like the ruins of the many archeological expositions he ventured or the many worlds he visited, but he knew there was a way. He was sure that he was truly the real Syaoran, as it was his name and his identity, and no one was to change that.

Sometimes the light that he would vaguely see in his dreams would become icy and cold and reek of death and despair, when sadness would reign over all. He knew that the others forever turned away from him in life, and even now they refuse to acknowledge him. But then again, there was no doubt that he was the real Syaoran and the other that they have been with was an imposter, a doppelganger, if you will. He destroyed them all, made all the life in their hearts and souls fall with one sweep of his blade.

Sometimes in his dreams and visions, the skies surround them would turn from pure white marble to the shade of garnets. That was what it had looked like when all the blood had dried. That was what it had looked like when all hope was lost, with the courage and hope all gone from the hearts of princess Sakura, the magician Fai, the warrior Kurogane, the white creature Mokona and himself as well. That was when all hopes of eternal peace were forever dashed, for all their lives then.

Sometimes the realms that were once battlefields and strongholds of pure malice, there was ice all over, even in the blood red realms. Winds of rime and ice would rush through the barriers, the different worlds, and extinguish the fire in his fighting spirit and leave him alone in the dark, the fingers of frost staining his cheeks with crimson, the crimson of his companions, of Sakura.

No matter how much he wanted to scream for the loss of his friends, the loss of his loved one, princess Sakura, he had to fight. No matter how much he wanted to remember that he was alone and insane, to scream in terror, in bitterness, in sorrow and in madness, he had to fight.

Syaoran had seen the realities in his sleep-induced dreams where he saw his friends, of Fai, of Kurogane, of Mokona, and of Sakura, where they tried to grasp onto the life that was slowly slipping away from them, something that he never wanted to become reality ever again.

He had to fight, even though he couldn't see them, sometimes at night, if he really listened, in his dreams he could hear his friends screaming. To never hear those again to silence ones who would stand in his way of keeping his friends alive, he had to prove himself.

Show them that you can truly outlive anyone who stands in your way, Syaoran. Show them that you can prove yourself worthy of your friends and of princess Sakura's eyes of affection. Prove yourself, Syaoran, prove yourself.