The Will of the Sword
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Inuyasha and crew….If I did, I wouldn't write fan fiction…*lol*
What happens when one girl's trip to an ancient sword exhibit at a museum ends her up in the Feudal Age of Japan? More important, what will happen when she meets some rather interesting characters of the time? Read on, and let me know what you think…..
Chapter One: Ancient Swords, Ancient Magic
*Beep, Beep…* Jessie slowly opened deep sapphire blue eyes at the sound of her alarm clock going off. Peering at the clock's digital display, she sighed heavily. It was 7:30 am. Closing her eyes again, she tried to remember exactly why she had set it to go off so early. Snapping her eyes open suddenly, she sat bolt upright. "The Museum…" she said aloud, to no one but herself. Today was the first day of the museum's new exhibit on ancient Japanese swords, and she didn't want to miss it. She was actually glad that she had sprained her wrist now, or otherwise she would have already been off training. She had been studying martial arts since she was five, and this was her first injury in those eleven years. She glanced down at the white brace that encircled her left wrist, allowing a partial smile to play across her lips.
She slipped on a pair of black jeans and a light blue, baby doll tee shirt. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she pulled on her knee-high black leather boots, then brushed out her waist-length gold curly hair, putting it into a single braid that hung down her back. She then went to her closet, pulling out a black flared-sleeved tunic style button up sweater, and a thin, long black case. Setting the case on her bed, she slipped on the sweater, then opened the case. She gazed with admiration at the brightly polished kitana that lay within. It had been passed down through her family for generations, usually from father to son. Unfortunately, she was her father's only child, and so had received the sword when he had died a few years earlier. Closing the case with a sigh, and trying to push back her thoughts, she picked up the case with her good hand, and left her room.
"Breakfast is ready Jessica, if you are hungry…" her mother called from the kitchen. Jessie entered the kitchen, glancing at her mom before sitting down at the table. She noticed that her mom never seemed to change, and neither did her routines. Mom was the one constant thing in her life, and also the most annoying with all her worrying and prying. "So, what are you going to do today?" her mother's question cut through her thoughts.
"Well, I am going to the museum for the day." Jessie replied, pouring herself a glass of orange juice and taking a small sip.
"With that?" her mom pointed at the sword case. At Jessie's nod, her mom frowned. "You know I don't like that thing. I don't see why you keep it."
Jessie looked at her mom, then stood up, picking up the case in the same motion. "Because it was Dad's. I am going to show it to the sword expert at the museum and see what he can tell me about it." She moved towards the door, opening it and half way stepping out onto the sidewalk.
"Well, be careful. You never know who is hanging around that place." her mother warned. Jessie shook her head, and closed the door behind her. The museum was only four blocks from her house, and she was hoping to make it to there by 9:00. She ran the entire four blocks, and then up the front steps of the huge building. She slowed to a walk as she entered the museum, making her way to the sword exhibit.
She was immediately impressed with the wide array of weapons. There was everything from swords to throwing stars, and a few things she didn't quite recognize. She smiled to herself when she saw what had to be the best two pieces there. Two swords in the middle of an elaborate display, but the strange thing was they weren't enclosed in glass or anything. She read the description of the weapons.
*These two swords come from the Feudal Era of Japan. Legend has it that they belong to the sons of a very powerful demon…….* She didn't bother to read the rest, her interest was peaked. She eyed the swords for a moment, then transferred her sword case to her injured hand. She noticed that the points of the swords were overlapping each other in the display. She reached out her hand, placing it on the swords where they overlapped. At the moment she made contact with them, a deafening growl assailed her ears. It was the last thing she heard before the world around her went black, dragging her into the darkness with it.