I got the idea from reading Record of Lodoss War: Deedlits Tale. This is by no means a cross over; you will have to read to see the resemblance. YOU DO NOT HOWEVER HAVE TO HAVE READ Record of Lodoss War: Deedlits Tale to understand this story. I also do not own any characters associated with Rurouni Kenshin. The two characters Iinya and Tren however are mine.

"Iinya you must slow down."

"No Tren! they will take her and she'll be put into slavery. I will not allow that to happen."

"If you..." WACK. Tren batted away the branch that hit him in the face. Still his tred did not slow down. "...Do not slow down, you will tire out and your fumbling fast paced footsteps give you away." Tren replied having no problem keeping up.

"Then use your gentle swiftness to carry us...uh..." Trens eyes widened in horror, his eyes locking on a sight he would relive for the rest of his life. An arrow protruded from his wife's neck, it entered from the back and protruded out the front. His elfin hearing failing to have heard the specially designed arrow.

To Tren seconds seemed to turn into minutes as he looked at the arrow and the wound. However only a few seconds passed as he once again heard the surprised sound she made. "Uhh," Iinya gasped again as she held their child out. Tren quickly took the child as Iinya's body collapsed backwards to the ground. He pulled the baby to his chest and swiftly jumped backwards into the trees. Once he managed to gain a branch that would hold his weight, he stared down at the woman that had changed his thinking when it came to human feelings. He could only find one word from both languages to describe the depth of emotions and unrational thinking; love. He'd fallen in love with a human and in an instant he'd lost her spirit, soul, and body.

Tren felt his eyes start to sting the longer he looked up her lifeless form. His eyes traveled over her form trying to memorize everything he could. His eyes skimmed quickly over her form coming to a shuddering halt at the arrow, then quickly to her life less eyes. A ghost of a smile was on her lips as she'd handed her bundle of joy to him. Quickly he turned his back to the scene and listened to the heavy footsteps that approached. The heaviness of the tread could only be a humans. The tread along with the whispered voices of the dying plants, screamed to his ears.

Tren's mind wandered back to his now dead wife, his one wish was to be able to bury her body in a field of flowers, where she could rest peacefully and be surrounded by beauty. The glade where they had been married came to his mind along with their own special ceremony, where their daughter might have been conceived. His first and foremost priority however was to save the child their love had produced.

Tren turned and stood towering on the branch, the thick leaves and color of his clothing helped to hide him. "We've found the kings wench, but the blasted man that was with her has escaped. A deep voice a seemed to spout humor at the dead body.

"What are we suppose to do now, he wanted her alive." A wirey voice spoke coming from a man that resembled a weasle.

"Lets take the woman's body to him, he can still have his fun." The gruff man spoke and cackled as his men joined in. Two men picked her body up harshly. A third yanked the arrow from her neck producing a gaping hole as he'd pulled the barbed arrow out the same way it had gone in. Tren jerked as he watched them rip the arrow free, then watched as they proceeded back the way they came.

Trens Eyes flashed with rage as he saw how they treated her. He wanted to leap down and fight all the men to retrieve her body and avenge her death; but by himself and with his child the odds were against him.

Tren calmed his emotions, noticing it took longer than he was use to, proving he'd been around humans far too long. The reason he'd been around humans was to share his life with his wife and ensharing their lives as humans they created a tiny child of their own that needed to be protected. Their child was of a mixed race, that would be shunned by both kinds of beings, but still to have a child born from love made the harshness seem a dull ache.

Tren looked down at the sixmonth old girl. She was young and healthy and had she been any younger she wouldn't be able to survive without her mother, let alone the wrath of the soldiers. Sometimes living with humans could cloud ones judgment, it would take many years, but still his inner workings would always be there to calm him. He had to think the way his fellow kind did.

Quickly he jumped from one tree branch to with the lightest steps, making no sound as he landed. He swiftly hurried the opposite way the soldiers had gone. He could not live in a village with his kin, for the child would be cast out into the cold to fend for herself. The child was never to be accepted by his kin because she had human blood flowing with in her. He would settle in a human village that had other of his kin. They need not be from the same village to be kin, as long as they were of the same kind.

It would take most of the night to reach the village, housing mostly humans but others his kin had also been known to seek refuge over one mishap or another.

A few hours later Tren came upon the village he was seeking, using the trees to sheild his form as he went. He couldn't under estimate the guards and their tenacity to gain wealth from their leige. Greed was too common among humans and a rare amount of his kind. Tren's feet made no sound on the foliage littering the ground in front of the quite and well hidden villager. Slowly he approached the gate not wanting to alarm anyone or wake his daughter.

"Halt who approaches?" A guard called.

"I am Tren, I have come to seek refuge after my wife was killed in cold blood." Tren closed his eyes and stepped into the light of the torches hanging on the walls near the wooden doors. They lit the area around the guards and a few feet in front of where they stood. One of the guards took two steps toward the intruder, brandishing his weapon meanacingly.

Gasps came from both soldiers as they too in the stranger. Even with the limited torch light, he was a sight to behold. He stood six foot tall, his body was lean and muscular. His eyes were slightly smaller than a humans but the difference was so minimal that only people looking hard could detect it. His eyes were keen and sharp and could see a long distance away, the deep rich green bordered on a forest green. The sight was never heard of in humans, they had green eyes, but no human's bore this deep to an actual green held in nature. An olive green is usually what humans had. His skin was a golden honey brown. It was too light to be a real brown, yet too dark to be considered white. His long flowing golden hair shimmered even in the dim firelight coming from the torches. He was dressed in a deep green tunic and pants with leaves woven sporadically into each piece. The only adornmaent that didn't seem to be made from plants was a golden ban wrapped around the middle of his forehead, with a pendent in the middle. The pendent held a white unicorns head with a flowing mane.

The soldiers eyes wandered over Trens form and stopped on the bundle in his arms. The little sleeping girl was wrapped in a thick green blanket that held the same glossy coat as his own attire. The same man that had taken the two steps walked further forward as the other cocked his bow. The arrow was knocked and aimed as his face. The first knight looked at the child. "She seems to be a pure child of our heritage, no features of a human seem preset.

"I assure she is half human, as she grows the features you see now will change. Her mother was just killed this very night and I seek to save the child from the same fate."

"Tell! Who is the child's mother? If we recognize the name given, we shall allow you to enter." The man stepped back a pace.

"Iinya Shiinai, Her name was not yet linked with mine. So that is her sure name."

"Yes I have heard the name before. She was a proud respectable lady that was in the Lords court. I heard a child from another union stopped the marriage that was to happen. No word of who the man was, until now.

"Yes it's been a long kept secret. Tren mourned thinking of his past.

"We shall permit you to enter, but you must remember that not all the villagers will accept the child you hold. She may resemble a human more so than us but she will still be shunned by some of the villagers. The pointed ears however will always show a heritage she has even if hidden, by a human face.

"I understand, but she'll be accepted right?"

"By the other of our kin yes. Most of the humans will refrain from having any contact with the child. The gates were opened and Tren walked into his new village, the first village not fully of his tribe that he'd stayed in. This village would be little Misao's home and with it her chance to live a life where she could at least be accepted by some of both kin.

Misao could grow up to be a pretty half-elf child with dark tresses that shimmered like the elves. Her skin was a golden color just like her fathers, but that could change over time. Her ears had small points to them, like most elves. Her eyes were unlike any elvish eyes or humans eyes. They sparkled and shined as humans did, but still they were unusually large. The shimmering Aqua Blue eyes of hers seemed to hold so much emotion even at her young age. This would be the place Misao was to be raised to become a half-elf child. She would learn of the spirits and be trained to defend herself. She would grow up in a safe home.

Okay well this is a prologue so its shorter tan most. It's also the first and only prologue I have ever down for a story. So I hope its somewhat good and that all the description doesn't annoy everyone.

Okay this is a tad redone t doesn't contain anything it didn't have before. I hated how it was written. So I hope this is a little better style wise. If anyone would like to be a beta reader let me know I'd really like the help. Grammar and other stufff is not my best subject, though I do try really hard.