Prologue: The Fall of Mount Hakurei

The scared mountain known as Mount Hakurei overfilled with demonic aura, many demons flew from the openings that were created from the earthquakes splitting down the mountain sides. Lights flashed and sparkled, their cries filled the skies, those who were on the mountain all watched in both horror and amazement. One stood unafraid floating in midair he stepped down on the ground facing another who held out a blade in front of him, behind him his imp servant coward from the evil one known as Naraku. He had a new form, one of better quality, with a blue kimono designed with yellow strips, bone structured armor over his chest and shoulder, three dragons like tails and hair black as night. His red eyes glared at the demon lord of the west, he raised a hand and laughed.
"Come now Sesshomaru do you truly believe you can defeat me now?" The lord only glared at the demon, raising his sword as he prepared to attack.
"Dragon Strike!" Blue lightening struck towards the evil demon and as he laughed he waved his hand towards the blast and an orb like purplish barrier surrounded him. Blocking off the attack it was soon sent back at the demon lord, going wide eyed in shock he raised his Tokijin and the attack clashed with his blade, he was pushed back by the force. His servant gasped,
"Lord Sesshomaru!" He grunted being pushed every so more,
"Get out of the way.... Jaken!" The imp turned and ran disappearing from sight, the demon lord's eyes turned red as he felt the power of his own attack beginning to tear his body. He suddenly felt a pulse at his waist as his other sword began to glow a bluish black, the Tensaiga's light engulfed the lord and he vanished from the blast's path. The evil demon frowned at this knowing he was not dead from the attack and being surrounded in the barrier he flew to the sky leaving the scene like a runaway criminal.

The sun rouse the next morning, villagers from a nearby village all looked to the north where the mountain was once a purified valley now a darken waste of miasma and decay. Whispers of bewilderment rang through the region as they started their day's work, above the village in the forest an abandon shrine laid hidden in the thicket of trees. The door slid open and a woman emerged from inside, with long black hair as the night and eyes a cold blue she wore the habit of a priestess. With her she held a basket of herbs and closing the door she made her way down the village. She was their healer, paid of course to tend to the injured but mostly sickly children. She had lived on her own since she was 11 now 19 she was well taken care of and able to defend for herself in the demon inhabited forests. She arrived in the village being greeted by the villagers as she passed,
"Morning my lady,"
"Welcome Priestess,"
"Lady Akala!" A man yelled and she looked up ahead of her to see him running, he stopped and panting heavily he said,
"Please the children are running fevers now, please you must tend them!" She nodded and hurried towards the nursery entering three children laid ill in mats, she got straight to work ordering the men outside to bring water and rags, they nodded and left. They respected her because she has never lost a life before; they believed her to be gifted with amazing healing powers, which was true. She fed them all herbal soup, putting rags on their foreheads rubbing their bellies as they whimpered in their sleep. Around midday she stood claiming she did all she could for today and would return again, they gave her farewells and when she was out of earshot they spoke to one another.
"Why does she always return to the forest and not stay here?"
"You don't suppose she is a demon?"
"Of course not, then again the mountain has been destroyed and soon demons will return."
"This is bad, we must remain alert but Lady Akala has always taken care of this village for a year now." They agreed and returned to their homes.

The sun was low in the sky, night would come soon, she gasped feeling the pull of night in her once again. Grunting she hurried home into the forest and stopped when a scent in the air caught her attention, along with an aura that filled the air making her tense. She wondered through the trees and soon to her surprise found a figure laying on the ground close to a Sakura tree, blinking to see if what she saw was there. A man laid against the tree, seemed to be asleep, wearing a white kimono with a yellow sash and black armor around his torso and black boots. Two swords, one at his waist and one close to his hand that was laid out from his body, the armor that was around his chest was broken here and there. Along with a white fur wrapped around his left shoulder, he laid on it his eyes zoned out pure white. His long white hair tossed around his shoulders framing his delicate handsome face. Two marks of magenta marked over his cheeks, on his forehead a blue crescent moon was hidden by the shadows of his bangs. She walked closer and screaming out in fright as he sat up hissing at her his eyes pure red with blue pupils, fangs extended his face was that of a rapid dog. She starred at him for some time, and then as night fell she glowed a bright blue light and he went wide eyed.

Now in front of him was a small creature but before he could see completely the animal ran off into the thicket of the trees and he was left alone, his eyes returned to their normal golden amber, he looked at his chest and shoulder to see it was injured and blood stained his kimono.
"Naraku...." he growled.