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Nocturne [Card Captor Sakura; English]
Title: Nocturne
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection
Characters: Clow
Summary: In a time when many questions are still unanswered, Clow reflects on Sakura.
Notes: Written for Tsukimine Shrine's "Songfic" challenge.
Nocturne
Night falls, and from my window I watch this wonder that unfolds suddenly before my eyes. It is an instant of fleeting beauty; so many colours appear and disappear in a time so short, as the different hues of indigo arise one after the other, until at last everything is covered by the darkness that I hold so close.
Elsewhere in the house, Yue is probably resting, while Kerberos starts to feel hungry out of habit. Soon I will be with them. But, for now, I seize this moment of quiet that allows me to reflect on what I have seen.
The Future is ever present, reminding me of things that are yet to come. Even after all these years, it is still a confusing feeling; something that only those who have experienced it can understand. No matter how hard they try –and I know they do– my Guardians cannot imagine how my spirit sighs for a taste of the pleasant unawareness of not knowing about tomorrow. Those who live with it never notice; if I had it once, I do not remember. Fate has given me both a gift and a curse.
Surrounded by the calm silence that only night can bring, I try to discover the meaning of my visions. She was a part of them again- the girl with the bright green eyes. I have seen her many times by now; but she is still a mystery to me, and sometimes I wonder if I will ever know who she really is.
It is but precious little, what I have learned about her. I do know that she is happy, and kind, and strong. Though just a child, I can feel that she is important; deeply entwined to my fate, and to the fate of those I love. Yes, she is perfect for... something.
What?
I do not know yet, and it is tiring to wait in vain for an answer. But no Seer has ever understood why the heavens never show the whole truth, and I am no exception. Even with all the dreams, all the visions, I have not discovered what her part in my story is.
For she has a part in it, a great one; that much I can tell. I feel that the moment will come for all my doubts to disappear, and all secrets there are to know about her will be mine to keep. When, however, is just as unanswered as the mysteries of who has placed the midnight sky or the waves on the sea.
I struggle to remember more of what I have seen today, any revealing detail, but there is nothing new. Just the same cheerful look, the same smile. So a spirit is contagious, and I cannot help but smile myself. There is something about her that comforts me in a way that I do not understand; something warm that stays with me even after the trance is over and she has to fly away with the rest of the visions. As the heavens seem so far now, this unknown child gives me her light.
It is she who will paint the midnight star; that is what my dreams tell me. I have not discovered what that means yet, but I believe I am beginning to understand. I know we are connected in some way, for we are two sides of the same: I am of the Darkness, but she is of the Stars. Together we are the night sky, and someday she will bring light to it.
For now, however, I can only try to grasp what little calm this night has brought to my mind. I watch the first stars as they come out, one by one, as shyly as the visions of the girl they remind me of. Just like her, they are beautiful.
I have always loved the night, its peace and its mystery, and often wondered if those who sleep instead of enjoying it ever notice how much beauty they are missing. They have their dreams, yes; but only dreams, and they cannot keep them. What they would see if they tried to stay awake for a whole night, just one night… They say they do not have time for such things. But I have time, too much time, perhaps; and I can afford the luxury of spending a whole night watching the stars, and thinking.
It is true that the stars tell you everything, if you know how to read them. When I was younger, I could see in them the stories of the heroes of long ago, those whose names had been given to the constellations. Now I have legends of my own to write about in the deep darkness of the night, about a little green-eyed girl who, just like them, belongs to the stars.
I know that some day I will be able to place a name upon her at last, and there will be no more secrets. She must have a beautiful name; one to set your heart alight with the image of her face. One day, for sure, I will learn it. While I wait, all I can do is watch the night, knowing she is pure enough to reach the stars and to make the darkness bright for everyone around her.
But it is easy to lose track of time when you have too much of it, and before I notice it, Yue has come looking for me.
"We are waiting for you," he says. I wonder for how long I have neglected them, lost in my own thoughts.
"Someday," I tell him, "you will meet someone with the power to paint the sky."
He looks at me disbelievingly.
"And how could anyone do that?"
I smile at him.
"With stars."
Rating: G
Genre: Introspection
Characters: Clow
Summary: In a time when many questions are still unanswered, Clow reflects on Sakura.
Notes: Written for Tsukimine Shrine's "Songfic" challenge.
Night falls, and from my window I watch this wonder that unfolds suddenly before my eyes. It is an instant of fleeting beauty; so many colours appear and disappear in a time so short, as the different hues of indigo arise one after the other, until at last everything is covered by the darkness that I hold so close.
Elsewhere in the house, Yue is probably resting, while Kerberos starts to feel hungry out of habit. Soon I will be with them. But, for now, I seize this moment of quiet that allows me to reflect on what I have seen.
The Future is ever present, reminding me of things that are yet to come. Even after all these years, it is still a confusing feeling; something that only those who have experienced it can understand. No matter how hard they try –and I know they do– my Guardians cannot imagine how my spirit sighs for a taste of the pleasant unawareness of not knowing about tomorrow. Those who live with it never notice; if I had it once, I do not remember. Fate has given me both a gift and a curse.
Surrounded by the calm silence that only night can bring, I try to discover the meaning of my visions. She was a part of them again- the girl with the bright green eyes. I have seen her many times by now; but she is still a mystery to me, and sometimes I wonder if I will ever know who she really is.
It is but precious little, what I have learned about her. I do know that she is happy, and kind, and strong. Though just a child, I can feel that she is important; deeply entwined to my fate, and to the fate of those I love. Yes, she is perfect for... something.
What?
I do not know yet, and it is tiring to wait in vain for an answer. But no Seer has ever understood why the heavens never show the whole truth, and I am no exception. Even with all the dreams, all the visions, I have not discovered what her part in my story is.
For she has a part in it, a great one; that much I can tell. I feel that the moment will come for all my doubts to disappear, and all secrets there are to know about her will be mine to keep. When, however, is just as unanswered as the mysteries of who has placed the midnight sky or the waves on the sea.
I struggle to remember more of what I have seen today, any revealing detail, but there is nothing new. Just the same cheerful look, the same smile. So a spirit is contagious, and I cannot help but smile myself. There is something about her that comforts me in a way that I do not understand; something warm that stays with me even after the trance is over and she has to fly away with the rest of the visions. As the heavens seem so far now, this unknown child gives me her light.
It is she who will paint the midnight star; that is what my dreams tell me. I have not discovered what that means yet, but I believe I am beginning to understand. I know we are connected in some way, for we are two sides of the same: I am of the Darkness, but she is of the Stars. Together we are the night sky, and someday she will bring light to it.
For now, however, I can only try to grasp what little calm this night has brought to my mind. I watch the first stars as they come out, one by one, as shyly as the visions of the girl they remind me of. Just like her, they are beautiful.
I have always loved the night, its peace and its mystery, and often wondered if those who sleep instead of enjoying it ever notice how much beauty they are missing. They have their dreams, yes; but only dreams, and they cannot keep them. What they would see if they tried to stay awake for a whole night, just one night… They say they do not have time for such things. But I have time, too much time, perhaps; and I can afford the luxury of spending a whole night watching the stars, and thinking.
It is true that the stars tell you everything, if you know how to read them. When I was younger, I could see in them the stories of the heroes of long ago, those whose names had been given to the constellations. Now I have legends of my own to write about in the deep darkness of the night, about a little green-eyed girl who, just like them, belongs to the stars.
I know that some day I will be able to place a name upon her at last, and there will be no more secrets. She must have a beautiful name; one to set your heart alight with the image of her face. One day, for sure, I will learn it. While I wait, all I can do is watch the night, knowing she is pure enough to reach the stars and to make the darkness bright for everyone around her.
But it is easy to lose track of time when you have too much of it, and before I notice it, Yue has come looking for me.
"We are waiting for you," he says. I wonder for how long I have neglected them, lost in my own thoughts.
"Someday," I tell him, "you will meet someone with the power to paint the sky."
He looks at me disbelievingly.
"And how could anyone do that?"
I smile at him.
"With stars."