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The girl looked afraid, and then she noticed the other Syaoran. She covered her mouth with her hands, shocked, and shook her head as if she refused to believe.

"Syaoran?" She asked.

The other Syaoran nodded. "It's me, but not the one you think I am." He said. "You must stop it. You must stop dreaming about me. I'm back, so you can stop worry about me and stop dreaming." Tears appeared in his amber eyes. "If you'll lose your mind because of me, I'll vanish completely. And then, you'll live in this fake world forever."

Syaoran looked at the other him, confused.

He called her 'mother'. Is she his mother? Is this… a fake world?

The girl froze on her place, tears in her dark eyes, and disappeared. The other Syaoran looked now at Syaoran himself, and sighed.

"She is my mother." He said. "Isn't she beautiful? Her name is Jinnie Arlene. She can't see the future in her dreams, but she can dream about me when I'm in danger. You should ask my grandmother about it. She will tell you everything, and this is the only way you will be able to know about the history of this place, that dream… that book."

"I don't understand." Syaoran shook his head.

"So wake up and ask her." The other Syaoran closed his eyes and smiled.

Syaoran listened to him, and woke up.

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The first thing Syaoran saw when he woke up is Kamejya entering the room quickly. He looked scared and angry at the same time, and his eyes were as if fire burnt within them. He ran to Syaoran and stood in front of him as a shield.

"What happened?" Syaoran asked while he was getting up.

A tall man, with impressive appearance, entered the room. His elegant cloths were black and purple, and he wore lots of silver jewelries, which showed how rich he is. His dark green eyes were full of anger as he looked at the boys.

"And you say this is not that cursed boy who threatened last time to destroy my rule!" He shouted and pointed at Syaoran. "You!" He pointed now at Kamejya. "You and your Chinese witch-friend said he is dead!" His voice quaked the house.

Chinese witch-friend? A quick thought passed trough Syaoran's mind.

"Because it's the truth!" Kamejya shouted, protecting Syaoran.

"Silence!" The man raised his hands and chained Kamejya to the wall with heavy chains which appeared from nowhere.

"I won't fail this time." The man said. "Once and for all, I'll put an end for this, and take this boy's Eshyon!"

Watching Kamejya curving and trying to struggle with the chains, he pointed at Syaoran and chained him to the floor. Lying on his belly, his face downward, Syaoran couldn't see anything – but he heard the sound of heavy steps, and felt the big hand above him. He heard Kamejya yelling desperately, and felt the boiling liquid on his back. He heard the sound of chains being broken – did Kamejya break free? – and felt the terrible pain. He heard the sound of something being torn off, and felt as if someone tore his own skin. Then he understood that something is being torn off of his back, so the next thing he heard was his scream, and the next things he felt were blood and pain.