Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ Castle of the Moon ❯ Chapter 12

I'm lazy… and I time jump…

We're back to the King Arthur crossover… what, d'ya think it was a one-time thing?

Chapter 12

 

Touya Kinimoto knew that something was up, and it had to do with that stuffed animal his younger sister kept.

He also knew that there was likely nothing he could do about it, and that thought rankled him to no end.

His power to see ahead had been somehow blocked, and now, he could only wait in anticipation… please let Sakura be all right…

 

Six months.

There had been six months of odd disappearances and unexpected happenings, before something finally happened.

Light, Dark, Earthy, Libra, Create, and Sand…

Syaoran had been checking to see which cards remained to be changed. Kero-chan had forbidden him to accompany Sakura when they investigated Clow's aura, so he had been at home, fixing himself a cup of tea, when the world had shifted around him.

He found himself in a familiar and yet not place, and his suspicions were confirmed when a familiar woman passed by with a smile and told him that break was almost over…

How had he wound up back in Britain?

And why was he here?

 

Vanora smiled at the boy. “Your mother is upstairs in her room, resting. Tonight will be busy, child. The knights are returning!”

Syaoran nodded, and raced upstairs.

Yue met his gaze with a nod. < It seems that we have somehow been sent into old England again. >

< Do you have any idea why? >

< Sakura was attempting to change the Return card today. I think the attempt may not have worked out the way she wished. >

Syaoran sighed. < All right. Same as last time? >

< Yes. We shall wait for the card's power to wear off - and then we shall return home. >

< Perfect. > Syaoran flopped down onto the bed with a slightly tired smile. < Well, it will be all right. >

< Optimistic for once, Syaoran? >

< Just thinking… it seems that less than an hour has passed since we left. >

< Time works in strange ways. > Yue sighed. < Where are we here for? >

< I don't know, but I feel…. >

< Then I am not alone. Syaoran, be alert tonight. >

Syaoran nodded.

 

The knights rode back with much pomp and ceremony, and from their drunken conversations, Syaoran deduced that today was the day they would be free. They had been sworn into Roman service for fifteen years…

That must be horrible…

It as rather late at night, when he found out that the Roman bishop had welshed on his word and given the knights one last mission. None were happy, but all would go.

Something was afoot here…

A scream sounded.

 

Syaoran raced upstairs, sword in hand. He stared in disbelief. The high and mighty Roman bishop was…!

“Bastard!” Syaoran yelled, surprisingly enough, in English. “Let her go!” He almost slipped…

Yue was trying to fend the man off, but it did not seem to be working…

“Guards, take him.”

Syaoran glared. “Leave my *mother* alone.” He hissed.

“She is a pagan!”

“So am I.” Anger burned brightly in his mind, how dare they-…! The screams had brought men running, and as one, the knights charged upstairs.

“Arthur, you dare shelter a druid here?”

“She is but a widow.”

“She is a pagan!”

“She has done us no harm.” Vanora interjected. “She cooks and cleans, and what more can you demand from her?”

Yue was panicking. The Bishop was wearing some sort of cross, and it was blocking his magic. He had been almost helpless… it was not a feeling he enjoyed.

In the face of all this, the bishop retired. Arthur looked after him, a feeling of foreboding gnawing in the pit of his stomach.

“They won't be safe here if we're gone.” Galahad commented.

“We cannot bring them with us on this mission, it's suicidal for us-.” Gawain broke off. “Boy.”

“Yes?”

“You know how to use a sword?”

“I do.”

“It's not safe for you or your mother here any longer.”

“I understand.” Yue spoke. “We would rather lose our lives freely, then die in a mousetrap at this fort. I have healing skills that may be of some us to you on your journey.”

“Then it's settled. They're coming with us.' Lancelot looked at Arthur as if his commander had lost his mind but sighed.

Well… then their deaths would be on his head…

 

The next morning, they rode.

Syaoran kept an eye on Yue. < Yue? What happened last night? >

< He was wearing something that blocked my magic. I doubt he knew that he had it… I believe it is that fancy cross he wears. >

< I see… >

< Do not worry. I am fine now. >

< All right, `mother' > Syaoran said. Yue shot him a heated glare, and Syaoran flushed, looking down at the neck of his horse.

He didn't have much horse riding practice, but he knew a little… enough to stay in his seat at least. The knights rode fast, racing across the plains for days on end.

However, as they rode, he still couldn't help the feeling that evil was drawing ever nearer…

Finally, they reached a fancy stone house built in the midst of an open plain. A fat man dressed in rich purple linen awaited them.

“Ah! It is a miracle you have come!”

Prickles rose on the back of his neck as he noticed a young man in gray on the battlements studying him and Yue…

This did not bode well…

 

End Chapter

Completed 5/10/05