ATTENTION! THIS IS NOT A NEW CHAPTER!
Just a quick Question. Should I make Syaoran physically four years older than Sakura or just two years? Please answer!
Rising of the Dragons' Dawn
By Ally Lei
Disclaimer: I don't own CardCaptors or the name Avatre.
Sakura slowly crawled into the Greater Egg chamber, having tripped and twisted her ankle slightly awhile back. Kero snaked along next to her, fearfully watching her movements and whimpering at each of her tortured movements. He again reached out with his mind and was met with the whirlwind wall created by the fierceness of his Prince's call. He knew his feeble attempts were futile but he still strived to help Sakura control the Call.
Avatre lumbered behind them. She was there to witness the event about to take place and also to disengage the traps set for intruders.
Neither of the dragons could help the little girl for this was another test, a test of courage, loyalty, and worthiness. Theory was that if the girl was not 'worthy' of the Prince's affections and once she passed through the entrance of the Greater Egg chamber, which during these times doubled as a Soul Searcher, her Call would be voided and cut off. Even if the Prince desired her. It was a clause put in to the protective spells that surrounded the chamber by paranoid Elders centuries ago. Their reasons were lost on Avatre but she suspected that they didn't want any chance of the Prince being influence by anybody else but them.
As Sakura was being observed by her two draconic companions, she was in a daze of her own. She had the sense that this had happened before. This very same feeling of befuddlement had descended on her mind seemed familiar. She couldn't think or function properly other then the sensation that she had to reach whatever was numbing her mind.
Colors flashed before her eyes and around her but she paid them no heed for she was intent on her purpose.
The glowing, blue protective spells flurried as they tried to protect the Eggs from the great Power surge compressing into the great room. They sensed that the Power was neither good nor evil but also that it was a force to be reckoned with. They sensed it and they tried to protect their charges as they were made to do, not knowing if it meant harm or not but they weren't willing to take the chance. They were given the sentiment that nothing could be too safe.
They spun faster around the cave until the walls themselves looked as if the were glowing an iridescent white. They were at the height of their Power and still couldn't stop the strange Power from building up inside the egg chamber.
And still Sakura did not notice.
The monstrous egg in front of her called her very attention and deadened her senses. To her, she saw only the mist and fog egg. To her it pulsated with life that beckoned for her to touch it, to start the hatching process.
Her tiny hand rose up of its own accord and her fingers spread in anticipation of the fell of the smooth egg. But before her hand placed itself on the egg, Sakura had the cold sensation that this moment could change her life. She didn't care though because in her mind, anything would be welcomed to brighten up her life and make her forget past horrors.
Her pale, dirty hand rested it self on the surprisingly rough surface.
Abruptly the pulsating stopped as well as the bewildering feeling. Then she felt it.
The freezing rushes as her Powers were drained from her. Everything exploded into a dazzling light before it faded to black.
The two dragons that stood behind her watched as she fell on the cold stone neither of them moving to help the child because they knew this was the start of the bonding stage. The prince would not let her die or become sick so they had no need to worry. He would be very angry if they interrupted.
Kero glanced around the cave noting the swirling channels and rigid runes encrusted and carved into the walls, ceiling, and around the eggs. They had been broken by the combined Power surge of the Prince and his mate. Now they sat dead against the world. Kero did not envy Avatre since she had reactive all of them. That would require so much energy and Power that his very body grew tired in sympathy. Or maybe he really was tired. It was after in the early hours of the mourning.
His small multihued eyes turned back to his friend lying on the floor. He supposed since she was resting he might as well too. He promptly plopped down his body and closed his eyes to resume sleeping. That is until he felt a lead like gaze on him.
Kero peaked open his eyes and sure enough, Avatre was watching him disapprovingly. He was supposed to witness this scene of bonding as well. He shamefully dropped his gaze to the unconscious girl a few feet away from him.
He contemplated her for a couple of seconds before he amusedly made contact with the dawn dragon by his side.
"Looks a bit uncomfortable doesn't it?" His voice was slightly comical for it was a high masculine voice instead of a deep booming sound that was custom to dragons.
Avatre glanced at the girl and had to snort.
The girl had collapsed backwards with her calves loosely tucked underneath her while her body was hung towards the floor since her hand was stuck to the exact spot on the egg that she had placed it. Her cheek was pressed up against a sharp dead rune while her other arm sprawled out above her. Her position reminded Avatre of the poses women would take after pretending to faint in a play. Very dramatic.
"Yes, it does look a bit uncomfortable." She answered before settling down to wait. Kero once again closed his eyes and sleep claimed him. Avatre just watched the girl, noting the girl's peaceful features and the tension of a forming bond between her and the egg.
What was in store for the DragonKin and the world with these two being together? Will hope prevail? Or will the taint of Darkness slip over the eyes of the planets beings?
Sakura awoke groggily to a golden scaled face of a monster. A shriek escaped her before it clicked in her mind that it was Kero peering at her worriedly. But it was too late. Kero had jerked his tiny head back and his ears flattened down tightly to his skull. She quickly apologized to him, mumbling it out because her tongue felt heavy and swollen.
She groaned at her headache before she attempted to sit up. Dizzyingly she raised her upper body off the stone floor and looked around.
It was quite dark inside the cave except for the tiny kindling fire that was flaming a couple of feet from her head. No doubt the dragons had lit it for her benefit seeing as they could see in the dark. The shadows cast upon the walls by the fire gave the gigantic cave a more eerie setting and made it seem stranger than usual. But not scary, never scary because she had two, soon to be three, dragons with her.
With that thought in mind her attention was once again given solely to the large egg at her side. Except this time she had control over her thoughts.
It looked no different then before. In fact it looked as if it nothing had happened at all, but her sense told a lot had happened in such a short time. Before she touched the shadowed egg it hummed with life but now she could actually sense a creature growing within. The egg also radiated with Power that it did not have before and that Power would no doubt grow as the egg matured.
She couldn't wait!
She attempted to stand up on her painfully stiff legs but encountered a problem before she even started. The problem was her hand or rather the hand that was still on the egg. She slightly pulled on it, testing to see if it was actually stuck.
It was.
She yanked on her hand, making her wrist pop under the unexpected strain. The egg however did not release her hand but instead rolled toward her a small bit.
Quickly she stood up to gain leverage and also to avoid being crushed. She placed her other hand on the egg and pushed on it, trying to use her weight to un-stick her trapped hand. It sadly didn't work. Instead her other hand was glued to the egg as well.
Sakura swore mild curses that she had picked up from her brother.
She contemplated her problem silently, momentarily forgetting her companions who were watching this comical sequence amusedly.
Finally, she set her bare, scrapped foot against the egg and 'put her back into it' as her former fellow villagers would say. Again it didn't work out as planned as her foot was now stuck too.
Sakura hopped on her wobbly remaining leg because it was the only way to vent her frustration. Her head hung down between her arms as she sulked. Her posture was the complete image of dejection and Avatre couldn't help but to take pity on her.
Chuckling, she snaked her tail forward and tapped the egg. Instantly feelings of humor, commands, and reluctance were exchanged. The female dragon watched as the girl's right arm and her leg was released from the surface of the egg and slid down. Sakura noticed this with surprise and flashed a smile at the pink and violet dragon.
She pulled away triumphantly only to be held up by her hand against the egg. The girl cast Avatre a confused expression and Avatre amusedly connected their minds.
"He does have a humorous side but he also has a possessive side. Your hand and foot were stuck there because of a joke but your other hand will not be released until he hatches." Sakura still looked a bit put out that she would be stuck to this egg for a month.
"That is the best I could do you know. He is my Prince and yours as well. We should not question his motives or characteristics. We just accept them and deal with them. Hopefully learning them before we make him annoyed. " Though, I bet I could guess quite a few of his motives, she thought while examining the girl.
The girl's green jewels flashed distastefully before settling on a resigned expression. It was good that she accepted her fate for now.
Sakura's eyes focused on Kero resting at her feet. His tiny, golden wings were illuminated by the fire and Sakura was struck with a thought. Her eyes flashed up to meet Avatre's in a victorious stare. She was sure she had found a way to liberate her poor hand.
"Avatre, how will we move him?" her gesturing hand pointed at the egg, "I can't drag him everywhere. And I don't want to stay in one place."
Avatre reflect the girl quietly. There was an answer for this too.
Days passed by slowly for all occupants of the Keeper's lair. Days turned into weeks as though Time would rather they did not. Kero and Sakura occupied their time by playing games of mystery and fun, usually entailing for Kero to hide while Sakura used her Power to sense him out seeing as she could not hide with a three foot wide egg attached to her hand.
Avatre had come up with a levitation spell that would cushion the egg on a nest of air while allowing Sakura to move it freely. It was frustrating and annoying, Sakura found out. She couldn't do any of the basic chores and movements she usually did with the use of her right hand. Now she had to do everything left handed and it was a lot harder then she had previously suspected. Little nuances would appear everyday, and a list was formed in her head of why she would refuse to touch another Greater egg.
During the roughhousing and play time of the little ones, Avatre put her time and energy into reactivating the protection spells. At least she did until Sakura followed her to the Egg Chamber on a whim. She claimed she was bored and she might as well have been seeing as Kero was recovering from being thrown accidentally against a wall. His tail was having trouble moving too.
Sakura watched Avatre at work for a couple of moments before she glanced around the room and toddled to roughly the middle of the ground floor space with the Prince's egg floating oddly next to her. The eight year old stamped one foot then the other and the dead spells lit up like a beacon beneath her scratched feet. Avatre just blinked at this display of Power before congratulating her. She was coming to expect and know when the girl-child was most likely to attempt to help out. The female dragon noticed it was when a being was having particular trouble with something or spending too much time on one project. In childish thought, Sakura thought that everyone shouldn't tied down by work for too long. They needed time to relax and play. Even when she was at her studies she did it on her own terms. Everything she tried to discover was to further her amusement and everyone else's.
But then there were those other times when she felt something driving her to find out more, to learn and question everything. One of those times was close to a week of waiting for the Prince to hatch. Everyday Sakura felt the dragon inside growing, becoming more Powerful, and absorbing everything around him. Everyday he was becoming more aware of his companions and Sakura noticed, more in tune with her thoughts and feelings and her with his. When she was angry, he soothed her through understanding emotions, when she was thoughtful and wondering at her future he would somehow reassure her that everything would be alright.
On one of his resting periods, when she could tell he was not paying attention to her or the others did she finally grasp enough courage to ask Avatre the question that had been nagging at her in the back of her mind.
"Hey, Avatre, do you remember back in Egg Chamber and I had just come out of my faint and discovered my hand stuck?" at Avatre's nod of affirmation she continued:
"Well, you said that the Prince was possessive and wouldn't let my hand go, but why?" she mumbled the last part and only Avatre's acute hearing saved her from having to repeat herself. Avatre mulled over the question, wondering how to explain it in terms the child would understand. But at her draconic mother's silence she babbled on, hoping to explain herself from mortification.
"I mean, back in the village there was this guy who was going to marry one of my friends. She always talked nice about him when they were courting but after they were married I didn't see her, ever. And the few times that I did she wouldn't look me straight in the eye and she wouldn't come close to me either. And when she went to the Market with her husband she would ignore everyone, including me. Her husband would do all of the talking for her while she looked at the ground. I thought he hit her and asked Touya but he said that her husband was possessive. Is the Prince going to be like that? 'Cause I sure hope not. It wouldn't be any fun playing with him if he is." She rambled on for a couple of minutes, justifying her question and giving her reasons in her mind.
Avatre watched all of this with amusement but detachment. She couldn't say if the Prince was going to be like that or not, or at least she wouldn't presume to know him. It was not common but there were occasions that had happened in history. Usually though the mates would be content with the arrangement because they were made to complement each other. She could however explain as to why the girl's hand was stuck and shed a little light on the child's wondering inquiries.
"Well, let's see," she settled on her haunches, tired of lying down, "first question is first, all right?" the rounded head bobbed.
"Hmmm, as to why the Prince will not let your hand go, it is because he is afraid." She explained simply. And he needs and wants to be near you, she thought.
"Afraid?" this was asked with an incredulous voice and a pointed glance at the looming egg next to her.
"All not-yet-hatched dragons are. They are used to the safety and confines of their shell. When they are hatching they know they are going into a larger world and much of it is not exactly safe. The baby dragons are afraid of that and they need the reassurance of a Hatcher close by. Thus your hand is stuck.
"Also the beings in those shells use your Power to start the hatching process and you are drained a little bit everyday to help them mature. As it would happen sometimes your feelings and thoughts would be passed along as well and the baby comes to know you. They come to think of you as a friend and a person they want near. Understand?" Avatre decided to use the simple speech her mentor had given her. It explained a lot but didn't have you running in circles looking for your own tail in the muddle of explanations.
Throughout this the child had sat quiet, leaning up against the rough wall of Avatre's cave. A fire was once again lit near her; its flames licking the fresh air and casting a glow over the small, thoughtful face.
She soaked up everything, understanding it all and finally felt at peace with her worry. It actually seemed a bit silly now. She had a feeling that the Prince would be protective but also understanding. She was actually quite certain he would be her best friend throughout her life; though where that thought came from she didn't know.
Avatre interrupted her thoughts with a side note she had forgotten.
"As a Hatcher you have to be there for the blessed event" Sakura almost rolled her eyes at the obvious statement, "and you have to be the first being he sees. Normally I would be the one to start the quickening process but as it gets closer to the hatching day its parents will come and take over. The baby dragon will have known me and counted me among its friends but it will also know its parents and go to their nest after it hatches." Her information cleared up more question, Sakura did not know she had. But it also rose to mind others.
"Why?" it was a familiar word to Avatre, one she found joyful and annoying.
"Why what?" she countered teasingly. The cute face morphed as much as it could into a scowl.
"Why do you start the Quickening process? Why doesn't its parents? Why are all the eggs kept here?"
"Well, for one, I start the process because my Power is in tune with an egg's call. The dragon decides when it will hatch and if it didn't hatch for, say a couple of centuries, it would just be cluttering up it parents' nest along with its brothers and sisters. It would be quite crowded would it not? Personally I do not think I could stand it."
Sakura took all of this in with a thoughtful face, agreed with the dragon's statements, and seemed about to question some more when the Prince awoke. Despite him being in an egg, Sakura still had to keep him busy to stay away boredom. Usually it consisted of emotions and simple Power games but of late the Prince was getting better at them and wanted more challenging problems. Her whole attention was given to him and the games she could formerly easily beat him at.
Kero sat on the side lines, or rather curled into a ball next to the warmth of the fire, monitoring the Prince's and his mate's connection. He had been sleeping a lot lately and his growth had increased quite a bit. He formerly spanned the length of Sakura's forearm but now he was a snake as long as her arm. Growing and playing was hard on him. Especially boredom. He couldn't wait for his Prince to hatch as much as his kin. Every dragon around the world connected with Avatre every week or every other day (depending on how fanatical they were) keeping tabs on the Prince's maturation and updates on how soon Avatre thought he would hatch. He was very glad not many knew about him or they would have connected with him too. He preferred not to deal with the hassle.
The DragonKin, as a whole, couldn't wait for their Prince and the security he would provide. No longer would they have to muddle through their long lives not knowing what to do. Now they would finally have some direction after nine hundred years.
Sakura was startled awake in the dead of the night by something she knew not. She couldn't sense any movement around the cave and her friends hadn't moved all that much. Kero was still on his back, his claws fumbling through the stale air. Avatre rested with her head and tail curled around her dawn colored body. There was nothing that should have wakened her.
So what was it?
She waited for a couple of moments more before finally lying back onto her rush pallet that she had made. The air around her was warm from the embers a couple of yards away from her and Avatre's own body heat that rose when she was at rest to stave off unwanted chills.
Her eyes closed, preparing for sleep once more when she felt it. There was movement beside her where the egg was. She waited for awhile, her heart pounding. If it was, the Prince was hatching three days after the expected hatching day. If he had waited that long couldn't he wait for a couple of more, when her nerves a little better. She was nervous though she couldn't pin as to why.
Over the past couple of days she had begun to have thoughts that wouldn't be a good friend to him, that he would not like her, that he would eventually leave her, that he would forget about her, or that he would ignore her as soon as he hatched. She had all of the feeling of parents to be except she didn't understand why. She knew he was a good person by what she could sense. She knew he liked her and considered her a friend. So why have these doubts?
A violent rocking next to her roused her out of her musings. The rounded egg shuddered. A clicking noise was heard from inside. Claws were scraping the shell, testing its thickness. A rhythmic tapping sounded right next to her head. Sakura stared at the spot as the tapping continued and grew impatient. It was as though the dragon inside wanted her to confirm her presence. Slowly she reached up with her free hand and knocked on the hard shell. Her knocking reverberated through the shell and woke Avatre and Kero. They took one look at the egg before scrambling around.
Kero came anxiously to her while Avatre left the chamber to trod down the windy halls and stand on the landing platform where it gave optimum connection with other dragons. There she called out to the Elders, telling them the news and to hurry. Judging by the Prince's movements it wouldn't be long at all.
When she reached her cave she immediately took notice of Sakura, standing up holding the egg as it violently shook and rocked. If Sakura was not holding it, it would have rolled, taking Sakura with it. By the egg's quaking and the furious scratches from inside, Avatre made the conclusion that he would probably hatch in the next twenty minutes to half hour.
She was deathly wrong. It did, in fact, take three hours for their Prince to hatch.
The Elders had long ago arrived and now sat around the conference chamber they had first seen their Prince's Consort in. All watched the little human girl in the center of the room. All were wondering if they had made the trip for naught.
Sakura made a pitiful scene in the middle of the room with her fretting herself into tears as the Prince continued to shake. Little did the old dragons know that the Prince was relieving all of his frustrations on her. He wanted so bad to be out of the damnably small shell. But it was just too thick. Cracks had appeared an hour ago but he still hadn't been able to break out of his dark shell. His anger mounted more and more as the hours passed and so did his Power. Sakura shared everything he felt and tried to help him as much as she could but she didn't understand how to make the situation better.
She felt the cold glares of the elder dragons on her back as she continued to futility help her Prince. Her friend as she had come to realize. And friends help each other, but she was as helpless as the baby dragon inside.
A half hour ago the Prince had stilled. Nothing sounded from inside as grunts, squeals, and whimpers had just filled the room not to long ago. The scraping, clicking, and aggressive pounding had ceased as well. All was quiet inside the cracked shell.
Nobody moved in the cave, not even a tail twitched, or a wing rustled. The most critiquing dragon mused that they probably had a weak king and he had finally given up to rest. Others were sure that their Prince was strategizing a more successful approach. However doubts still seemed to be on every body's mind, including Sakura's who had the most confidence in him.
She kneeled on the cold stone floor, both hands pressed up against the cool egg as she whispered words of encouragement. She wouldn't give up even if it was only to prove to the Elders that she was as strong as they thought she was weak.
Avatre and Kero watched their friend comfort and cry onto the egg, her tears sliding down the now uneven surface to puddle at the rough floor. Why wouldn't the Prince hatch? Had he judged his Mate wrong? Was she not the right girl? And if she was, was he the weaker one of the two, physically speaking? What was going on?
Finally Heart's Flame, the red elderly dragon, rose to her scaly feet silently and started to pad out. It was obvious that the Prince was never going to hatch and if he did, the dark red dragon wasn't sure he would follow a weak King. It was bad enough that he had taken a human for a mate. Three other dragons whom saw him as a leader rose up as well and was about to follow him out when a spectacle in the middle of the room was made.
Or more specifically the girl had jerked back suddenly, without warning, and she was watching the egg with an almost fearful look. That was when they noticed it.
The egg's cracks were glowing with some inner light. They grew more intense and were somehow reflected off the stone walls of the cave. The beams of white light blinded all but one. Sakura stared straight into the extreme lights. As she watched the cracked shell pieces slowly bloomed until they were forcefully exploded off of the being inside.
When the light cleared and every dragon was able to see around the after effect they found a baby dragon standing in the middle of the cave with the girl's face in front of his. They were staring at each other intently, bound by the other's presence and captivated by the other's appearance.
The infantile dragon's black scales oozed with the egg fluid. His tiny, soft silver claws slipped slightly in the muck while his whip-like tail with silvers spikes going down its length swayed slightly to help him keep his balance. His black, membrane wings jutted out of his backside. They looked oversized for such a small dragon and were resting against the floor, but as the Elders looked on, they raised themselves in testing. He was an unusual dragon that none of the Elders had ever heard accounts for.
Who has heard of an all black dragon with silver claws and silver spikes traveling his back and bright golden eyes reflecting all around him but never letting you peak inside? None of his ancestors had ever had such an unusual coloring. Sure there were the odd ones of blue backs and yellow stomachs, colors that just did not make sense together, but this tiny dragon in front of them slipping in his own egg fluid was all one color: black. Quite odd. But also it made sense if you thought about it. Black was the presence of all colors and whether that meant anything to the world of DragonKin yet, the witnesses in the cave were sure that they would soon find out.
But to Sakura he was perfect in every sense of the word. To her he was adorable, sweet, and playful. He wanted a friend and she was willing to provide that for him. As she stared into his luminescent, golden eyes she felt herself being pulled deeper into his world of dragons. And she dove in whole heartedly in for this creature in front of her. There was no going back now.
He loved her and he assured her he would never leave her. Wonderment filled Sakura as she realized what he could mean. She would have him as a friend until the day she died, that was what he was offering. She would never be alone again, that was what he was promising.
He slowly pulled his head out of her hands they had been resting on and backed up. He almost was sent sprawling as his footing was greased with the clear fluid from his egg. He regained his balance and turned his draconic head downwards. He gave off the impression that he was, for all intents and purposes, glaring at the transparent solution on the irregular, stone floor. Slowly, before all eyes, the mess below him hardened and turned to gold, the color of his mysterious eyes. The juice ran off him in rivulets, having been turned to a substance similar in consistency to water, before pooling on the floor and solidifying as the rest.
What was left was a small platform of gold, fit for a baby Prince, and made him appear more royal then all of his ancestors. The Elders were taken aback at what they saw, what this Prince could mean for them.
He brought his radiant eyes back up to rest on the girl in front of him.
An unseeingly breeze flowed thru the great chasm. It rebounded off the coved walls and swirled around all, trying to escape its confines. The feeling of Power rose within the cave and the now tunneled wind focused around the infantile dragon at its center, encircling him.
The wind formed some kind of screen for privacy but Power trained eyes could still see through it. All individuals in the room could see into the wind funnel, could see the shape inside morphing and changing. It was nauseating to observe the reshaping of another's body. And also hard to describe really. It was as if the bones in his body elongated, shortened, thinned, and grew fatter, changing the very structure of the dragon's body. To Sakura it looked painful.
She forced her self to watch despite the sick feeling of her stomach. She felt that if she didn't she would miss something important, something that could alter the relationship she had and would have with the Dragon Prince.
Suddenly the whipping air ceased to circle. The Power dispirited as did the funnel in the middle of the room.
A boy of four years old stood in the place of the baby dragon. His pale skin covered in a thin layer of egg fluid, his hair was matted down with it. His bangs hung down into his eyes until he irritably brushed them away, revealing liquid amber eyes with golden flecks in them. Those eyes made you think that they saw the world and yet none of it. He smiled dazzlingly at Sakura who was forced to smile back under the warmth.
"I'm Syaoran" he spoke in a whisper that sent chills down Sakura's back. Tears came into her eyes as she observed him in sheer awe. It took awhile to register that he spoke but when her mind finally computed his statement she gave him a watery smile. She recognized that voice. That same sweet, loving voice. She knew it from somewhere.
"Took you long enough to get here." she feebly teased.
He grinned radiantly and in a soft, joyful yet mischievous voice said:
"I had a bit of trouble."
But before questions and answers could be forthcoming the cat-eyed orbs rolled up and his body went limp. Sakura rushed forward to catch him before he hurt himself, her instincts taking over. She straightened the little body out in front of her with his head in her lap. Her eyes went to plead with the elders for help but were caught on a disturbing image that brought to light many answers.
A tiny piece of the now blackened shell lay to the side of her. The shelf was roughly three inches thick, not something she would have thought that would shatter as it did. Small wonder as to why the Prince…no…Syaoran, was tired. She looked down once again to gaze fully upon his features.
His face was soft with baby fat, his nose straight and a tiny bit snubbed. His large eyes were set in his face with precision and care but were ruined by his bangs hanging in them. Tiny, cute ears could be seen through his dark, soft hair. Except they weren't normal, human ears, they were those of the elves, pointed at the top.
Nothing gave it away that this frail entity possessed colossal Power.
Nothing gave it away that he would someday rise up and changes the world as it were known.
Well, there you are the hatching of Syaoran Li, Prince of the DragonKin.
This is the longest one yet!
I am proud of this chapter and in a weird sense not. I think I accomplished many things, bringing to life new things, explaining old ones, and leaving enough intrigue to let you keep guessing as to where I plan to take this story. But I also attempted a bit a humor to lighten up the serious setting. I don't think it turned out well seeing as it felt forced. I think I will take a different approach next time.
There is one more chapter that I will post with both of them still under ten and then we will get on to the real plot and story of a love that defies death (sounds very corny doesn't it? My friend read this and I told her what I want to do with the story and she said it was terribly romantic in a subtle, unique way. She described it by the line above. It was really odd because she normally doesn't say things like that. I asked her afterward if she was on her period or was she high on something I didn't know about. Of course she had spent the night over and hadn't left then so I don't know : ) )
Thanks go out to all of my reviewers and readers. I thought the 'Meet the Bad Guys' chapter was a hit or miss but you seemed to like it. Also , Please review, I know FFN made it easy by having a short cut to the Author/Story alert to be alerted when I update (I previously had about sixteen people who had me on their alert list, after the last chapter it shot up to forty), but please review, your comments are greatly appreciated. I really do like to know what my readers think.
Thanks go out to all the people, especially to Yokaze Yuki, for proving to me that I wasn't crazy. I was looking for a story called Childhood Crush by Starjade (I thought it was called Childhood Promise and I didn't know who the author was), and you guys really pulled through for me. Thanks so much.
I will now answer two questions that you might have:
Why is Syaoran black? Well, I didn't want to make him a brown dragon, like his hair and eyes because brown didn't strike me as a royal color. Don't get me wrong, I respect peoples' favorite colors but when I picture a powerful being, I don't picture him/her/it in the color brown and maybe you'll agree with me. Also black is the presence of all colors as said in the story. That could be an ominous warning but also a big clue. : )
Why does he have the body of a four year old? I really don't know why actually. I just thought it made more sense. I mean he is a baby dragon no matter how powerful. He just can't all of a sudden appear as an eight-ten year old, it would make the whole plot corny. I have discovered there is a thin line between cheesy/corny/etc. and serious/dramatic/etc. and doing that would overbalance for the former. Also making Syaoran older, would just make it seemed too planned and too predictable. I like a little intrigue every now and then. If it makes you feel better, I probably will have thought of a reason by the next chapter.
Any more please ask and I will somehow address them next chapter.
Please review!
Ally Lei