Time, it never stops. It never slows. Only moving in one direction; It never changes. If I had the power to control time. The will to move things back. Would I be able to save my family, My friends? Or would time just repeat? I stand here alone. Unable to escape this time. Unable to push my tired feet forward. How long? How long have I been walking this road? My blood drips behind me. Making a trail for all those who wish my kind dead. Yet I forge a path through this recage. The bodys of the fallen still warm. Must I crawl from the grave again? Cold sweat, blurred vision, like I am looking through a small hole. Heart beat loud in my ear, racing. This rage, fading. The pitter patter, slowing. As my life leaves this body that I curently wear. I die for the first and last time. How many first and lasts have I lived in this dream? This dream where time only moves in the direction I most fear. As the last of my breath leaves my cold dry lips; my eyes shut. Then they open and I am once again facing this reality of the real againts the fake. Is this real? Am I once again awake from the torment of my past? The feel of the earth beneath my make shift bed here in the forest. The breeze of the cold winter nights air against my pale sweat covers face. Tells only one truth. I am once again facing reality. My village, my family, my friends, all have gone. Yet there is one other truth. I have new friends. Inuyasha, Kagome, Miroku, Shippo, and Kirara are all here now. They chase away the pain. For the day all is okay. But when night aproches I face the world of fake. The world that continues to take from me. The world of my dreams, my memories.
The suns rays penatrate the cloud covered sky. Changing dawn to dusk. It is all a simple illusion. You can still hear the birds singing with the news of morning. A twich of an ear sitting upon a half-demons head is the only indicator that Sango is not the only one to be awake. His voice startles her as he speaks in a whisper.
"Another bad dream"? Inuyasha asks Sango with his eyes still closed.
" Somthing like that".
she looks up to inuyasha. He is curently sitting on a large branch in the tall oak tree that she had chosen to make her bed next to. The twitching of his ears gives away his discomfort. A light giggle leaves sangos lips at the thought of inuyasha showing compasion.
" Feh, you will be fine".
" Thank you inuyasha".
" I didn't do nothing for you to be thanking me Sango".
" If you say so, thanks for worring but I am ok. Should we wake the others?".
" Yea, If we dont get them up they will sleep for the whole day".
Nothing but silence fills the camp untill Inuyasha jumps from the tree and turns knowing eyes to sango. She stands and they make thier rounds rousing the sleeping group of friends that they have both come to cherish as family. Not knowing that this day would be the last of simple. That tomorrow fear and pain would once again take hold of this odd group. They once again picked up camp and began to travle in search of the evil known as Naraku. Following only thier trust in inuyasha. The group heads down another path of darkness filled with miasma and death.