You could hear an army of feet coming down the hall. Their boots pounding the ground, walking with haste, turning without missing a beat of there steps. If someone was in the way, they jumped out of the way — the red in his eyes warning them. His guards behind him had their hands on their sword, ready to draw them if needed. The doors were torn open, and the army of feet stopped. The young Lord of the West stood hand on his sword; his was armor heavy on him. His eyes looked to the girl on the ground crying, her maid holding her, his brothers servant standing over them. He brought his eye back to the were is head was facing.
"Father why have you called me from battle?" His face stern and cold.
His father stood and walked down the few steps it took to reach his son. "I have called you for a good reason son do not be angry."
The girls crying was not helping his anger. Without moving or breaking eye contact from his father he snapped at her.
"Be silent woman." He said with anger and authority in his voice.
The girl on the floor took in a deep breath and lifted her head from her maid's arms and looked at the two men.
"My son calm yourself."
"Tell me why I have been called from battle father and pray it is worth your life."
"Will you kill me? Your own father even in this time of war?"
"Do not tempt me, father."
"No there will be no more killing today son draw in your troops."
"No."
"You will out of respect for you brother." his father yelled, his voice dangerous. threatening.
Sesshomaru hands fell to his side. He spoke no words; his face showed no emotion. Granted he did not like his brother, but it was his brother. They had been fighting a war, and now his brother had fallen, and he would make them pay. Their bloodline was already fading Sesshomaru was now the last of his bloodline, there were no more after him. For that, they would pay. It was their bloodline they had messed with; he was going to be the one to kill his brother. They had taken that from him now, he would make them pay. He could care less that his brother had died, it was the fact that it was not he that had spilled his blood.
"Go," He said, his guard knew what he meant, and they left, running, not missing a step.
Sesshomaru turned and began to walk away, but stopped when he felt small hands on his arm. He turned his head slowly and looked at her, giving her a death glare. She dared touch him!
His warning growl was enough. She withdrew her hands and stepped back. He calmed himself and walked away. The girl turned to his father and looked at him, tears slowly falling from her eyes.
"Miss Sango please take the Lady to her room."
"As you wish my Lord," Sango bowed and slowly helped the girl to her room. Leaving the Lord and the Monk alone.
The Lord sighed a heavy sigh before dropping himself back in his chair
"My Lord?" It was not a statement, not really a question just words thrown out there to see if it would receive a response.
"This is not good monk; this is not good."
The monk walked and stood by the Lord's chair, holding his staff tight.
"Yes, it is indeed a dark day."
"I'm afraid it will only become darker."
The monk was now confused as to what the Lord was talking about.
"My Lord is there something I can do?"
"Fear monk fear, that's what everyone needs to do right now-fear."
The Lord got up and left, leaving the monk to wonder what he should be fearing. That fear that the Lord was speaking of. It will be none all too soon.