Disclaimer: As you may already know, I do not own any characters of CCS,
thought I wish to XD...but what I probably might own is the story
line..o.o;; I don't know but yeah...;;
So enjoy reading, the other chapters to this story will be up shortly..
And so it begins...
The morning sun was warm where it rose, bathing the lush verdant land with it's gentle calm light, reminding those who were still within slumber that daybreak was within reach. Perhaps those who did not bother to notice the rising sun were too busy to wake. Their nimble minds filled with the past night's dream, concealed within their own world until they had enough and awoken to a new day. On the other hand, many have been awake earlier then sun rise, baffling on with their daily chores or merely deciding to watch the blazing sun rise among the peaks.
That of course included one young girl, perched upon a rather large boulder. Her dark auburn hair swayed lightly with the passing breeze, dark emerald eyes shimmering with the golden sun. She was alone, yes, an adolescent child of only the age of perhaps 17. Her reasons for being there was her own, secretive and hidden.
The land of De'iranian was exactly as other's claimed it to be. Alive, prosperous, beautiful and free. All that was true except for freedom. She was far from free, though she had wished to be so. But being a servant, a poor chamber maid had it's responsibilities. Since as far as she could recall, her life had always been surrounded by work, never being able to play outside with others, living a normal life with a family which seemed happy. Hers had been obscure, saddened and dark with misery. Her father had tried to help, in so many ways, yet none had seemed to come to any prevail. She hadn't blamed her father for their lives, the truth was, she hadn't minded their lifestyle, yet she knew something was indeed missing. An empty void which lingered within her soul, an abysmal feeling which carried her into the brinks of confusion and solitude.
Staring into the horizon had given her some peace and freedom. It was the only time she had managed to stow away without any interruptions. But she knew, this time would not last, for once the sun had risen, it was time to return. Standing, she brushed past the fallen foliage and surrounding trees, making her way slowly back to the castle walls.
"Sakura-chan!" A voice bellowed from a near distance.
The girl only plastered a small smile, recognizing the voice which called her. She solemnly made her way back, now standing mere feet from a girl with deep smoky blue orbs and dark purple tendrils which cascaded down her back. The girl was no other then her closest friend since childhood, Tomoyo. Sakura kept her smile in check, only to have brought her friend closer with a worried expression.
"Ah, Sakura-chan! Where have you been? You had me worried! Daijoubu desu ka?" Her voice rose slightly, taking the girl's arm at the same time.
Sakura only nodded, widening her smile slightly. "Hai, Tomoyo-chan worries too much ne?"
The girl just shook her head in disagreement. "Perhaps Sakura should not disappear so often then, and maybe I won't worry so much."
Sakura nodded and both strode back towards the castle, returning to their positions. The room was filled with many other servants and guards. Mostly anyone who were required to tend to the castle matters. The two quickly make there way past the bustling crowds and into the back room where instructions were to be stated and given. Tomoyo was sent to help with the daily laundry, which she heeded with no objection, while Sakura was said to attend to the garden flowers. Sighing, she made her way to the courtyard, sadly but knowing she really had no other choice.
Entering the courtyard, she was quickly assaulted with the fragrant smells of the many different flowers which grew within the castle walls. Each one delicate and fragile, yet beautiful and divine amongst those which grew wildly on the outside. A small smile crept upon her features as she enjoyed the scent of the exotic plants and the divine scenery before her. Remembering why she was here in the first place, she quickly moved to the small gardens, tending to each flower carefully, as if they were to break if handled roughly. Working diligently, her mind wandered off and became abysmal, oblivious to her surrounds and faltered to hear those who approached the gardens.
A young man entered the courtyard, his dark chestnut-hued tresses lingering his visage most slightly, bringing out his vivid profound crimson eyes. Accompanied by two of his close friends, both well-known knights, he walked steadily into the flowering gardens, viewing the magnificent acreage in wonder. Like always, he had found the fragrant flowers to be beautiful, always causing him to become amazed by it's appearance. He had always wondered who managed to do such a fine job.
Glancing around once more, he spotted a maid by the rose bushes. Perhaps she was the one who managed to create such an exquisite garden. If she did, he would have to talk to her about it. Though he was known to be a solemn spirit, flowers and plants had always caused him to think and feel. Emotions that surface from his usual dark moods and lone escapades.
Striding towards her direction, he kept himself quiet and discrete, "Excuse me..."
So enjoy reading, the other chapters to this story will be up shortly..
And so it begins...
The morning sun was warm where it rose, bathing the lush verdant land with it's gentle calm light, reminding those who were still within slumber that daybreak was within reach. Perhaps those who did not bother to notice the rising sun were too busy to wake. Their nimble minds filled with the past night's dream, concealed within their own world until they had enough and awoken to a new day. On the other hand, many have been awake earlier then sun rise, baffling on with their daily chores or merely deciding to watch the blazing sun rise among the peaks.
That of course included one young girl, perched upon a rather large boulder. Her dark auburn hair swayed lightly with the passing breeze, dark emerald eyes shimmering with the golden sun. She was alone, yes, an adolescent child of only the age of perhaps 17. Her reasons for being there was her own, secretive and hidden.
The land of De'iranian was exactly as other's claimed it to be. Alive, prosperous, beautiful and free. All that was true except for freedom. She was far from free, though she had wished to be so. But being a servant, a poor chamber maid had it's responsibilities. Since as far as she could recall, her life had always been surrounded by work, never being able to play outside with others, living a normal life with a family which seemed happy. Hers had been obscure, saddened and dark with misery. Her father had tried to help, in so many ways, yet none had seemed to come to any prevail. She hadn't blamed her father for their lives, the truth was, she hadn't minded their lifestyle, yet she knew something was indeed missing. An empty void which lingered within her soul, an abysmal feeling which carried her into the brinks of confusion and solitude.
Staring into the horizon had given her some peace and freedom. It was the only time she had managed to stow away without any interruptions. But she knew, this time would not last, for once the sun had risen, it was time to return. Standing, she brushed past the fallen foliage and surrounding trees, making her way slowly back to the castle walls.
"Sakura-chan!" A voice bellowed from a near distance.
The girl only plastered a small smile, recognizing the voice which called her. She solemnly made her way back, now standing mere feet from a girl with deep smoky blue orbs and dark purple tendrils which cascaded down her back. The girl was no other then her closest friend since childhood, Tomoyo. Sakura kept her smile in check, only to have brought her friend closer with a worried expression.
"Ah, Sakura-chan! Where have you been? You had me worried! Daijoubu desu ka?" Her voice rose slightly, taking the girl's arm at the same time.
Sakura only nodded, widening her smile slightly. "Hai, Tomoyo-chan worries too much ne?"
The girl just shook her head in disagreement. "Perhaps Sakura should not disappear so often then, and maybe I won't worry so much."
Sakura nodded and both strode back towards the castle, returning to their positions. The room was filled with many other servants and guards. Mostly anyone who were required to tend to the castle matters. The two quickly make there way past the bustling crowds and into the back room where instructions were to be stated and given. Tomoyo was sent to help with the daily laundry, which she heeded with no objection, while Sakura was said to attend to the garden flowers. Sighing, she made her way to the courtyard, sadly but knowing she really had no other choice.
Entering the courtyard, she was quickly assaulted with the fragrant smells of the many different flowers which grew within the castle walls. Each one delicate and fragile, yet beautiful and divine amongst those which grew wildly on the outside. A small smile crept upon her features as she enjoyed the scent of the exotic plants and the divine scenery before her. Remembering why she was here in the first place, she quickly moved to the small gardens, tending to each flower carefully, as if they were to break if handled roughly. Working diligently, her mind wandered off and became abysmal, oblivious to her surrounds and faltered to hear those who approached the gardens.
A young man entered the courtyard, his dark chestnut-hued tresses lingering his visage most slightly, bringing out his vivid profound crimson eyes. Accompanied by two of his close friends, both well-known knights, he walked steadily into the flowering gardens, viewing the magnificent acreage in wonder. Like always, he had found the fragrant flowers to be beautiful, always causing him to become amazed by it's appearance. He had always wondered who managed to do such a fine job.
Glancing around once more, he spotted a maid by the rose bushes. Perhaps she was the one who managed to create such an exquisite garden. If she did, he would have to talk to her about it. Though he was known to be a solemn spirit, flowers and plants had always caused him to think and feel. Emotions that surface from his usual dark moods and lone escapades.
Striding towards her direction, he kept himself quiet and discrete, "Excuse me..."