The Truth
The trees where just showing their leaves when I came back to the world I had decided to leave behind so many years ago. Sitting on the old well just the same as I had left it,the first time I came to this strange new world or inmy case it wasn't a new world it was an old one it was my past and my future.
The last time I was here I was brutally betrayed by the one I love…loved. With a sigh I closed my eyes thinking of the time when I was young and happy walking through the forest without a care in the world. I remember it so clearly, I heard a sound through the dense trees and there he was clinging to his dead lover , holding her in a way I knew then as well as I know now that he would never hold me. At that I realized he didn't care about me and he never would. It was a hard thing to understand then that the man I loved would never love me the way he did her. It still hurts, I realize shocked slightly I had long thought that I was over it. Getting up from the well I walk toward the village wondering what had happened while I was gone, where my friends married or mated? Had they finished the jewel?
The jewel, I thought of the bittersweet memories that came to me, memories of my shard hunting days the long days walking looking for the shards of that cursed jewel. I again gave a sigh, and think wryly I have been doing a lot of sighing since I came back, still the jewel was something to sigh over it was sad that something so beautiful could be used to cause such pain and destruction. The jewel its self isn't evil it was the people who used it ,mistreated it,and abused its power.
I reached the village only to find the large monument standing where the village square used to be. Quietly I walked up to the monument the I saw the words written on it … it said "here lies the shard collectors who saved us all from the great evil who threatened us may they rest in peace forever"
With a sob I ran quickly to the well and jumped into it, frantically thinking about how I should have died, how I should be under that monument ,how I had left them all behind and now I could never go back to them and give them hugs and tell them how much I cared about them and how much I appreciated them. I could never face that world again. And to this day I haven't gone back.
So you see child I did not fear my past I feared that I would find out what I have known in my heart for sometime you can never go back to your past no matter how much you wish you could.
Now child, I know I never mentioned your father in this story but you can tell I have a great reluctance to mention the man who would never love me … and who I left even though I knew he cared ..Though as you know caring isn't loving. Your father child was a great man… no that isn't it, he was a great half demon and his name was
Inuyasha...
