Card Captor Sakura Fan Fiction ❯ True Colors ❯ Brown-Self Discipline ( Chapter 3 )

Ok, some other language is going to be entering here so don't freak out if you don't understand it. I will tell what REAL language it is (yes, it does exist) at the end with translations along with it. I also updated the summary, but it is not short, but please read as it contains much of the future plot!

 

Title: True Colors

Rating: T for Teen

Genre: Romance/Adventure

Type: Alternate Universe

 

Summary: Sakura is a servant in the castle of the kingdom, sold by her family when they are in crisis and finds many surprises awaiting her. One is Syaoran, who is cold and rude but softens under Sakura's influence and another is a plot that holds the balance of everyone's she loves future hanging in the balance. Can Sakura save all she loves? And can she find a loophole that can bring Syaoran and her together? Read to find out! S/S

 

Sakura: 17

Syaoran: 17

 

Disclaimer: Card Captor Sakura and all its characters are owned by me only in my dreams (No, really it is owned by CLAMP). Everything else is mine (I think…).

 

Brown-Self Discipline

 

“Quel est votre nom? What did I just ask?” Adrielle patiently waited for Sakura's answer. Lucky for Sakura, Arielle had great patience, this helping poor Sakura, who she found was terrible at learning the language, the Faulandian pronunciation included. Sakura methodically figured it out and answered, choosing her words carefully, “You asked what my name is…Right?” Her eyes held a flicker of hope.

 

A smile crossed Adrielle's features, “You got one! Your first one right! Now, can you answer properly?”

 

Sakura though again, “Mon nom est Kinomoto Sakura.”

 

“Remember that you say your name first, then your family name when introducing yourself.” Adrienne patted Sakura's shoulder when she was how disappointed she looked. “Don't worry; you have already improved much faster than I would have thought possible for someone not used to new languages!” She lied, and Sakura knew that too, she knew how awful she was but was gladdened by Ady's attempt at cheering her up. “Maybe we should move to a different area in our lessons…”

 

“No, no! I want to continue with introductions, they are important after all!” Sakura was disappointed inside though. It seemed that lately she couldn't do anything right. She spilled the pail that she was bringing form the river for cooking. When she loosened her kimono to practice combat, the obi (A/N: The wide belt on a kimono if you don't know) fell on the ground, into a puddle. While she was practicing her combat techniques, she tripped and bruised her wrist when she tried to catch herself. Now she couldn't even say her name right. Absent mindedly she rubbed her bruised wrist and winced from the pain.

 

“How about we take a break and work on our sewing.” Adrielle knew about Sakura's bad luck and felt sorry for her. If fact, everyone noticed and went to great lengths to avoid working beside her out of fear of being in the danger zone or contracting her bad luck. Sakura was beginning to feel more like a wasp to be feared than an actual person (A/N: I think wasps are ok, but many people I find are scared of them. Sure you come across someone who will not be afraid to swat one out of the way where another might because they think it might get mad and sting them. In this case, Sakura does not exactly like wasps.).

 

Adrielle lifted out her current project from her sewing basket. It started out as a plain white sheet, but she had begun to embroider with a rainbow of colored threads. She had already in the time Sakura had joined the caravan, (which has been a few days) finished a border around the whole length of the sheet and was presently embroidering a forest scene with all manner of woodland creatures included, many of which Sakura had never seen before. The handiwork was breathtaking and many times Sakura could not help but stare as Adrielle worked her magic. Even though she was supposed to be mending the kimono she fell in, she found the work boring and was easily distracted by Ady's work.

 

She hated to do it, but she knew that the repairs needed to be done before they reached the Neigé Mountains. That was the border between Faulandia and the country of Clow and was the coldest region in both countries. Considering Sakura grew up in warm climates, she would have to wear her warmest clothes to stay warm. She got right on track at the thought of the upcoming temperatures. She meticulously worked, lost in her own concentration, forcing the bone needle up, then across, down, across, and up again. The minutes progressed and so did the needlework of both women until the wagon they were seated in hit a bump, causing the needle Sakura was using to miss its destination and instead pierce her skin on her pointer finger.

 

“Ouch!” She stared as blood bubbled up from the stab wound, then she realized she didn't have a cloth to use as a bandage (and she wasn't about to tear some off her kimono if you know what I mean). She sucked her finger and that copper taste fouled her breath and she grimaced. The other ladies in the cart were startled from there usual chatter at her outburst, but quickly returned after seeing that there was no real drama that later could be gossiped about.

 

Adrielle watched the scene with worried eyes but they then lit up as she got an idea. “Have you ever prayed to Fraudeur? That might help with your bad fortune.”

 

“Who is Fraudeur?”

 

“He is a god of tricks and foolery, the only reason people make offerings to him is to avoid his bad luck and attentions. If he feels he hasn't received adequate attention from you, he'll send his imps upon you till that is fixed. Buying a charm should work instead of constant prayer and offerings too.” Adrielle pulled out a necklace from under her dress and presented it to Sakura. It was a simple black raven charm on a leather string.

 

“Why is it in the shape of a rabbit?”

 

Adrielle returned the necklace to its rightful place. “Fraudeur is said to take many forms, but the most common one is said to be a black raven.” She looked thoughtful, “I would highly recommend getting a charm to ward off his trickery. Tomorrow we will be stopping at Menace Cachée, a small village at the base of the Neigé Mountains, and at the shrine there we can get you one.”

 

“Sounds good, anything to get rid of this…” her speech was cut short by a growl from her stomach. “heh heh, guess I'm hungry. Oh yeah! Otou-san gave me a little food for the trip.” She dug under the many pillows and blankets that were laid all over the inside of the wagon until she spotted her small leather backpack. She flipped up the flap and came to a horrifying discovery.

 

“HOE!” Inside, there was no food, only the cloths that the food was wrapped in. Just to make sure, she lifted up the cloths and saw, again not food, but white fur. “Hoe?”

 

“What is it?”

 

Sakura pointed to the white fur and Adrielle studied it intently. Sakura rubbed the fur with her uninjured finger and the thing reacted by snuggling deeper into the cloths. She used both her hands to gently pick up the creature and turned it to face her. It opened up its eyes and stared back at her.

 

“Kero-chan?”

 

The small rabbit nuzzled her face, “I would have missed you to much.”

 

“Oh, Kero-chan, I missed you to, but it was you who ate all my food!”

 

“It wasn't just me…”

 

“Hoe?” (A/N: I know, I'll try to cut back on all the `hoe's!)

 

“Shake out your bag on the ground outside the wagon and see what happens.”

 

Sakura set Kero down and scooted over to the edge of the wagon and shook out the backpack. Meanwhile, Adrielle watched the whole scene with growing curiosity, especially when Sakura responded back to the rabbit.

 

Sakura finished shaking out the bag and watched. Down came a brown bird from the cloth roof of the wagon and greedily pecked at the bread and cheese crumbs.

 

“Ruby?!”

 

The robin looked up from her feast and sweat dropped. She flew into the wagon and landed on Sakura's shoulder. “Why are you here to?” Sakura stroked the bird's brown breast (don't get any ideas!).

 

“Well, I too would have missed you, just like Kero-chan, but I also followed because I can perform a service.”

 

“Hoe?” Sakura was just a little too clueless to catch the drift.

 

“I can deliver letters to your family for you. Me and Spinnel would take turns of course to watch over the eggs.”

 

“Thank you Ruby-chan, and Spinnel-kun too.”

 

Ruby shrugged in the way birds do by lifting their wings up a little, giving the image of a human shrug. “Life would have been boring if I didn't have you to complain too.”

 

Sakura giggled and Ruby flew out of the wagon and positioned herself back on top of the cloth canvas that covered the wagon.

 

Adrielle found this the opportune moment to speak, “You never told me you could speak to animals.”

 

“I didn't expect I would ever need too. I never thought these two stowaways would come along.” Sakura emphasized stowaways but Kero didn't even have the dignity to cower at her words, or maybe he just wasn't frightened of her `wrath'. But, despite it all, she pet Kero's back as he rested in Sakura's lap.

 

“It is a rare gift to possess that skill. The whole conversation with the bird sounded like chirps and from the rabbit I heard nothing at all.”

 

“Kero-chan and I have a special bond ever since he was little. Two years ago, there was a bad lightning storm and one bolt hit a dead tree. It started a fire and it spread to the surrounding woods. I found him alone in his mother's den where she must have accidentally left him. He must have been the runt he was so small and my parents had doubts he would survive, but I raised him and now he doesn't like to be too far from me. He even once followed me into the capitol's market, just to stay close, so from then on whenever I left I would find a way to bring him along.”

 

“That's so sweet! I wish I had a pet that loved me that much…” she trailed off as she was lost in her thoughts.

 

“Would you like to hold him?”

 

“Can I?”

 

“Of course, I just offered silly!” Sakura giggled and handed Kero over to Adrielle. She held a finger for him to sniff and he commented in his silent way, “She smells like the flowers that are good to eat.” Sakura giggled again and relayed this information to Adrielle. She stroked his fur and was surprised by how extremely soft it was. Her joy could not be contained (after all she REALLY wanted a pet) and she yelled “So Kawaii!”

 

This outburst caught the attention of the other young ladies sharing the wagon and they noticed all at once the rabbit. “KAWAII! Can we hold him too?”

 

**Later that night (Sakura's POV)**

 

Kero groaned, “PLEASE, for the sake of our friendship, don't ever let that happen to me again!”

 

I felt sorry for letting the ladies “fawn” over him, or in his Point-of-view, torture him, but how could I have stopped it after all the kindness these people had shown me. All I could do was watch and pray that Kero would not hate me after.

 

I placed Kero back in the backpack and apologized and promised to never let it happen again. He seemed content with this and fell into uninterrupted and blissful sleep, where women who wore too much perfume didn't handle him like a sack of potatoes. Everyone was getting comfortable of the night, so I pulled my blanket over me and fluffed up my pillow, hoping my sleep would be an improvement compared to the last few nights. Sleeping while in a moving wagon takes some getting used to when your whole life you spend sleeping soundly on stationary ground.

 

“Tomorrow is a big day, so rest up!” Ady commented. She too was preparing for sleep, but unlike me, she slept like a log, moving or not.

 

“Why? What's tomorrow?”

 

“Tomorrow is the day we rid you of your bad luck. We reach the little town of Menace Cachée and we will get you a charm. The people there know us well and are especially hospitable. They rent us beds, food, and baths for cheap!” That is just what a merchant's daughter would think, about the price thing anyway.

 

“Yes, curse free!” I yelled with a grin plastered on my face. I would have been happy enough knowing I would be free of a sprite of Fraudeur would not be plaguing me, but with a bed on solid ground and a bath, I was on Cloud Nine.

 

I quickly laid my head down on my pillow and fell asleep instantly. Tomorrow would be exciting indeed.

 

* * * * *

 

I suddenly found myself, not in the wagon, but in the comforts of my own home. Gazing out the window, I guessed it to be sunset and I took in my surroundings. I was in the living room and my mom was in her rocking chair staring into the fire.

 

I ran up to her to give her a cheerful greeting that she said always made her day wonderful, but found that when I yelled “Ohiayou, Okaa-san,” she didn't even make a motion that signaled that she saw me nor heard me. I waved a hand in front of her face and realized that she wasn't even seeing me at all. I found this quite puzzling but went to go grab a blanket to wrap her in; I found my hand went right through it. That's right, straight through the blanket.

 

I patted myself to make sure I was solid. Sure enough, I could feel my hair and clothes, but I could not feel anything else. I hoped I wasn't dead and wasn't a wandering spirit like my brother had dreaded on seeing, but he never mentioned that we could feel anything, not even ourselves.

 

Then it all came flooding back to me, my last memory being that of going to sleep in the wagon. Okay, so this is a dream, but dreams for me were never this vivid, like actually being able to control what I act and do instead of watching what happens, so it must be a special dream, right. Like any of this made sense anyway.

 

I heard a noise come from my mother and I walked over to her and faced her. This was a little weird, being right in front of her and not being acknowledged, but this way I could get right in the action and not get caught, like when I first heard the news that I was going to be sent away. It turned out that the noise I had heard was a small sob and I saw tears running down her face.

 

Father entered carrying in some wood and laid it down next to the hearth. My mom tried to wipe away the tears so he would not notice she had been crying, but he knew her too well and instantly went to her side, passing through me I might add, which is not a nice feeling by the way.

 

“What's wrong?” His eyes were so full of worry at seeing his wife this way, “Does it have to do with Sakura?”

 

The last thing me leaving I wanted to cause was more pain. I mean, I thought we had enough of it, and I cared too much to see them as they were, so seeing my mom like this only made me want to cry.

 

“No, not exactly, it's just that I didn't quite tell her the truth, about the fortune.” She added when she saw his puzzled look. “I left a part out that I was afraid to tell her, I thought it would only scare her more than she was, so I didn't mention it.”

 

“What is it, does it have to do with the part about `death?'”

 

She shook her head, “No, when I mentioned love, I should have added that the fortune teller said that `She will only have one true love,' but I didn't want her to be hurt, so I purposefully left it out hoping that the love that she would meet on her journey would not mean for her. But even if I had told her, she would still probably have her heart broken.” She broke down sobbing.

 

“There, there, I'm sure Sakura would forgive you for not telling her.” He held her in a hug and she relaxed in his grip.

 

I could not hold it in anymore, not that I remembered that they couldn't hear me, “I do forgive you, Okaa-san! I forgive you, do you hear me?!” I was frantic, I wanted the pain to go away for her, but nothing I said helped.

 

Then, just as suddenly as I had entered this dream world, I felt myself being pulled out. My outer, peripheral vision blurred, as if I was moving at incredible speeds, until I fell into what only could be described as a hole of black nothingness.

 

**The Next Afternoon**

 

The village was around the next bend, I was sure of it. All the wildlife had become sparse and the sounds of human activity were becoming louder with each turn of the wheels on the wagon.

 

I could not help but smile, even though I was still very unlucky. I had over salted the oatmeal for breakfast (much to everyone's chagrin) and I got my kimono muddy next to a brook. Even though I looked awful, I would sleep in a bed, and this kept me cheerful! Nothing could rain on my parade, only muddy it. Kero and I had even made a deal where a young lady from our caravan would carry him in the backpack and eventually take him to my room while I explored the village.

 

The wagon came to a sudden stop and a face I didn't recognize appeared at the entrance of the wagon. He helped Adrielle step down out of the wagon with ease and held out a hand to me, giving me a smile that sent shivers up my spine, you know, the kind that make you feel like a piece of ripe fruit ready for the picking. I took his hand and tried to step out as gracefully as Ady had, but it made it difficult that I was wearing my geta sandals (A/N: Geta sandals are the kind geishas wore, the kind with planks on the bottom that go “clack!” on hard surfaces. In this case, these are Sakura's best footwear, so she wore them to look her best.). I held through luckily, stepping down that is, until I was on sure ground and took a step and my fancy footwear caught on a root and I fell flat on my face.

 

I must have been in shock for a full five seconds because by the time I actually righted myself up, many people had stopped to watch and were giggling amongst themselves, even the man who helped me out of the wagon was smirking. It was then that I noticed a tattoo on his left wrist. It was of a red half-circle placed on a straight line. I thought it was the oddest thing to tattoo on your wrist, but it must have meant something to him. He must have noticed where I was staring at because he promptly pulled his sleeve down to cover it.

 

Ady tugged on my sleeve to get my attention, “Come on, I'll introduce you to some friends of mine.” She held my hand and pulled me in the direction of what I would assume was the market. I had a difficult time keeping up with her fast pace in my sandals, after all I had wanted to make a good impression but it seems that was already botched by my “graceful” entrance.

 

Ady dragged me over to a group of young ladies, who upon seeing her, made ecstatic greetings that I faintly recognized to be Falulandian. It seemed that even though we were still in the Kingdom of Clow, the fashion seems to be Faulandian. Even the women's clothes were in the Faulandian style. `I seem to be sticking out like a sore thumb in my traditional clothing.'

 

The newcomers then took in my presence (I say newcomers because I'd never met them). One of them asked, looking at me, “Ady, qui est cela ?”

 

Ady answered, “C'est mon ami, Sakura Kinomoto. Elle voyage avec nous à Faulandia. Elle apprend toujours Faulandian, être ainsi patiente avec elle.”

 

I curtsied as I had been taught and answered, “C'est un plaisir de faire votre acquantance.”

 

One of the ladies, the youngest I would have guessed to be about Ady's age, stepped forward and spoke in a cheerful voice, “You speak very good Faulandian for just learning. How about I show you around the village while everyone catches up with each other?” She offered her hand and I took it, already amazed at how friendly this village was to outsiders.

 

“Okay,” and she lead me away. Before I was out of earshot though, the ladies began to speak in hushed harsh tones to Ady. Ady herself seemed to be absorbing whatever the ladies urgently told her. I thought that this was very strange but continued to listen to whatever my new friend described on the village.

 

All the while, as she led me along, I pretended to listen and nodded, but I could not help noticing many odd things. For one, all the shutters on the windows of the houses were closed, and I emphasize all. I know it was a little chilly, but a fresh breeze never hurt anyone. Second, besides the people that urgently went about their business, the town seemed dead. There wasn't a single child out playing. Plus, whenever I did see someone outside, they just stared at me. And I am sure it was at me because whenever I smiled and waved to them, they just stared back at me with empty eyes. This whole thing was a little unnerving since I was used to cheerful, even busy towns like the capitol.

 

“Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Natalie.” She took a left where the road forked in both directions and I got a full view of some vegetable fields withering from the drought. I caught a glimpse of a forested path and pointed to it, “Where does that go?”

 

My new friend, now known as Natalie frowned, “No one ever uses that because they say it is infested with thieves, so I don't really know where it leads. Either way, it's dangerous, so don't go down it. Anyway, I'll show you our temple.” She turned around and led me down the other path that branched off the main one.

 

Before me was a beautiful, little temple with flowers and wood carvings of various gods surrounding it. Natalie led me up the steps and I was saddened to find few people even here. Except for a temple maiden, I only saw one other person, who I recognized to be Adrielle.

 

She approached me and said, “Be sure to be in the inn by ten okay? You can wander the village some more, but we are going to all meet at the inn at ten, so don't be late!” She left me and took Natalie with her who waved goodbye. I thanked her and went to pray in front of the alter.

 

I knelt down and found peace breathing in the familiar scent of burning incense. . My mind wandered and I thought of home, my mother's cooking, my father's mind games, even Touya's pestering. I even thought of what that dream could have meant: Was it the truth? Did Mom really leave out the part about having one true love? I even found myself thinking of the tattoo on that man's wrist. It wasn't as if I had never seen a tattoo before, I had seen many people in the capitol with tattoos, I just thought it was the strangest thing to get a tattoo of. What was it anyway? A red sun, a red sunset, half an apple? Or quite possibly a sun rising like it was dawn?

 

And as if my thoughts were read, I glimpsed the wrist as a black bag was lowered over my head. That was the only thing I remember before blacking out. Oh, and the man saying “For the Red Dawn,” as he squeezed that nerve in the shoulder that makes you unconscious.

 

God, I hate it when I am right.

 

**That same day, in la Ville de Lumière, capitol of Faulandia (Syaoran's POV)**

 

I love my horse, but there is only so much one man can take. I had been on the road for two-and-a-half weeks, equivalent to seventeen days, with a good thirteen of those days spent on my horse's back. Not only was I tired of riding, but I never again wanted to do one of those trips in my father's stead. He could from now on saddle up his own damn horse and make his own visits to his fellow rulers.

 

In fact, I was just preparing to let off some steam in the practice courts when I heard a rap on my door. So what I did, in my own defense, was totally okay considering being ticked off, just getting home and all, and still not getting to do what I want to do, again.

 

I opened the door and put my classic and infamous scowl on my face and barked “What?”

 

I swear, he literally crapped his pants right there (A/N: I am not accustomed to using naughty words, so please do not mind my generally mild language. It is sort of difficult to avoid these things when Syaoran has always seemed to have a bit of a potty mouth on him). But he regained himself and spoke, timidly mind you, “His Highness would like to have a word with you.”

 

“Fine,” I growled and sent him on his way, which he all too happily obliged. I untied my sword sheath and laid it on my bed, taking my own sweet time to arrive at my father's bedroom, to spite him for making me go in place of him. When I got there, I knocked and entered. It seemed like the normal guard that usually stood in front of my father's door had fled in fright of hearing my arrival. Smart man, I must say. I wish all our guards were as smart as him.

 

The king, Xing Lao, was sitting up in bed, in preparation for my arrival. I bowed as I entered, as was custom and sat in a chair pulled up at the side of the bed. He looked little different from when I had left him. Over the past few years, the king's health dropped dramatically and even our best physicians could not say what the cause was and therefore could not help. They did not even have an accurate life expectancy for him.

 

“How was your journey?” I knew he would ask this, it was all out of politeness. Most times I wish we could just forget tradition and rules and just cut to the chase, I had much better things I could be doing, such as being at the practice courts.

 

“It went well,” I answered robotically. Another, polite and expected answer.

 

“That's good, and I trust everyone was hospitable?”

 

“Yes, everyone was gracious and provided for my every need.” I swear, we've had this conversation, or many like it, before. These formalities are like a dance. Every move is a step in the dance, and is therefore planned out for us. I have done this “dance” so many times, I could write it all down on paper, step-for-step.

 

“That's wonderful,” he said in reply to my answer, yet again I knew what he would say, “But I'm sure you're wondering what the real reason I called you for, so I'll explain. Back when you were younger, I taught you how to use magic, which I hear you can use quite well now thanks to your mother's guidance, but she left one lesson for me to pass on, and that was to show you how to sense people's auras or energy.” He took a moment to breath, even giving long speeches can weaken him considerably, but even knowing this, I grew impatient and searched the room for some source of amusement.

 

After his short break, and my failed attempts at finding something to look at, he began again, “Now, only people with some sort of special ability will give off a special aura and that's only if you have met them before, otherwise they will just give off a grey, normal energy feeling.

 

“How do I feel other's auras?”

 

“First, as in all magic, you must tap into your magic core, your well of power. Then transfer a thread of it to your eyes, this is so you can see their source. This will naturally awaken all your senses and you will then feel them. Now try it for yourself.”

 

I closed my eyes and pictured my magic well. I took a small green thread, the color of my magic, and pulled it into my eyes. I slowly opened my eyes, allowing them to adjust, and I felt my body tingle for a moment. It was as if all my senses awoke for the first time. I was flooded with all these new feelings, but the strongest came from the being next to me.

 

He gave off a gold aura that shone with the pride of a king, but it also felt weak with sickness and I saw a dark red color threaded with the gold, the same color as dried blood. I shuddered to think why that was there.

 

“Did it work?” His question snapped me out of my revere. “Uh, yes, I saw your aura, it was gold.” I didn't feel comfortable mentioning the red color.

 

A smile hinted at his lips when I spoke of the color gold, “Right, the color of a person's aura depends on the color of their magic, but the feeling you get is from their personality and mood. But, if a person has a different kind of magic don't assume that just because they give off a colored aura doesn't-“

 

“Mean that they have the same kind of magic as us, I know,” I finished for him. I'd heard this time and time again. In fact, it was one of the first lessons I had received when I was taught to use magic. There is the general, normal magic, such as mine, healing magic, talent magic, even nature magic, like talking to plants and such. I started to be taught how to use magic when I turned four though my parents knew I had magic when I was born, but some people don't find out till way later in life, like when they're twenty. I'm glad my parents already knew otherwise I could have accidentally set a servant on fire when I'm angry, not that I don't think about doing it sometimes now.

 

“Anyway,” Xing Lao continued, “The effects of the spell will last about an hour at first, but with practice it will last longer until you will not have to do this to sense auras. Your body will just do it naturally.”

 

“What is the range on this?”

 

The king coughed then responded, “About one mile at first, but with practice, it can but up to ten.”

 

We finished up with the usual polite goodbyes and I returned to my room. I grabbed my sword off the bed and headed for the practice courts. Most times I went down, I practiced with one of the guards, most of whom hesitantly agreed to. Some had gotten to become well acquainted with me asking, but only one was a true friend, Eriol Hiragizawa.

 

He had been all over the country with me, even though he wasn't much with a weapon in his hand. It wasn't until recently that his commander found out about his magical abilities, so now he was training to become a battle mage, but he still occasionally sparred with me. Today he was not in the practice courts, but that was to my advantage, I just wanted for it to just be my sword, my thoughts, and me.

 

Ten miles, huh? Guess I'll be practicing more often than even my father would believe.

 

 

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Traslation Notes (All from French to English):

 

Neigé= Snowed or Snow

 

Menace Cachée= hidden threat (creative name of the village considering what happens)

 

Fraudeur= trickster or imposter (I'm really a genius when it comes to these names *sarcasm*)

 

Ady, qui est cela ?= Ady, who is this?

 

C'est mon ami, Sakura Kinomoto. Elle voyage avec nous à Faulandia. Elle apprend toujours Faulandian, être ainsi patiente avec elle= This is my friend, Sakura Kinomoto. She is traveling with us to Faulandia. She is still learning Faulandian, so be patient with her.

 

C'est un plaisir de faire votre acquaintance= It is a pleasure to make your acquantace

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By the way, sorry for the incredibly long wait, I went on vacation, got sick, plus we had state testing and midterms! I for one am glad I survived. But, I would like to thank the following because they are the only two people who actually reviewed out of the 300 some who did not.

 

Sakura-bell: Thanks for your encouragement keeps me writing! Cheers to your generosity!

 

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By the way, the story is up to 33 pages long on Word! Oh, and sorry for the major cliffie with Sakura, but this will keep you all tuned.

 

Love to you all,

 

EmyBlossom