A/N: Hey, this is my first drabble, and if you're here from one of my other stories, I will TRY to continue those, but I just really wanted to do this one.
DISCLAIMER: *puts on sadface* I don't own Rise of the Guardians or Inuyasha, even though i would absolutly love it if I did. But alas, I do not have the skills to create such epicness as the people who made those two did. *sigh* On with the story.
Two years after the well had closed up, I had died in a car crash at the age of 18. It was just after graduation, and I was headed home, only, I had gotten distracted by a figure with white hair in the trees. So when I eventually started to curve off of the road, I ended up smashing my car into a pine tree. I broke my spine, from the impact, but then moments later, the vehicle blew up anyways. I had been robbed of my mortality.
Later that night, I had been transported out of the rubble and onto the snowy grounds. My eyes cracked open, I remembered nothing. Not my name, my family, where I grew up… nothing. I didn't remember one little fragment. My search for clues in my brain was interrupted by a whispering voice in my ears.
Rise, little one.
A/N: Well, imma try to do as many chapters as I can for this story, I just really really reallllllllllly wanted to start this out. See you next time!
Miko-Stone out!
Peace!
