THE LEGACY OF INUYASHA

A Look into The Past

Narrator:

There is a child, a young child, born under the light of the new moon. Such a child is shunned from the world of man, as well as the world of beast as long as he shall draw breath. Yet, he is still too young to know the outcast he truly is, this child, not a human, nor a demon, this child, known as Inuyasha.

Izayoi:

I stand here watching him, my Inuyasha, so carefree and innocent. He was just a boy, yet I could see his father's blood ran deeply in his veins. So much like his father was he. How I miss him so. He would have been so proud of Inuyasha, it had never mattered to him that Inuyasha was half human.

I watched my son play with a ball, his favorite ball. It had been a gift from his father. It was a birthday present, on the night of the new moon, and it was also on the night of the new moon that he became a full human.

He was to become human to become a full human on that night, the night of the new moon every month, for that was the curse of being a half demon. It is a constant reminder of what they are and of their birth.

Inuyasha is but a young boy and I must protect him from this world as long as I can.

Inuyasha:

I love this ball that Father gave me. It's so fun. I could throw it around all day. I bounced it really high and one of the village boys caught it and threw it to someone else. Is this some kind of new game? The person he threw it to threw it to someone else and then that person threw it to another person. It must be some kind of game. Every time I got close they threw it again. I don't understand this game at all. Then one of them threw it really hard and they started to leave.

As I went chasing after the ball I heard one of them speak, "Stupid half breed."

I was confused by his words and decided to ask my mother as soon as I got my ball.

When I got back to where my mother was standing, I ask, "What's a half breed." she didn't answer my question, but I see tears fill her eyes, and she pulls me close to her.

Izayoi:

As hot tears fell from my eyes I remembered my earlier days… I still remember the fine robes of silk draped around my body as I wandered through the castle. I was born the eldest of two daughters of the most powerful king and queen of all the southern lands. My silliest whim was the kingdoms demand. Anything I wished was made possible, some way, some how. But I often got bored within the castle walls. I longed for the outside world and often went for walks through the village.

It wasn't too much better though. They still treated me like a princess, though some of the village men looked at me with their eyes to make up what they could never touch, for such actions against a princess would have meant the bloodiest execution possible. I was discussed by those men, but in a way I preferred there looks than the ones of respect given by the others.

I much preferred when I walked alone through the village or when there were only small children who didn't realize who I was and often asked me to play with them. It brought me joy as I loved the children, but often when their parents noticed they would coming running out and apologized for their child's "disrespectful behavior".

It was after such walks that I found it increasingly hard to return to my dreary, pampered life in the castle.

Through the rainy season, when I could not go on my walks I had a great hunger that couldn't be feed with mortal food. I wanted nothing more to be out in the world, far beyond this place where everyone knew my name or who I was.

I deeply desired to know what it was like to be born an average village woman, instead of a princess. My sister was quit different then I was and she often laughed at my so-called stupid dreams and always questioned why I would want to give up such a life of luxury if only I could be an average woman. She relished the life of royalty and could never comprehend why anyone could ever possible wish to be a lowly pheasant.

Her opinion matter little to me, as I knew she had been poisoned by this life and would never be able to recover from such poison. I hated such a life with my whole heart and soul, but was some how able to stomach it, but then one faithful day changed everything.

It was the day my parents had announced my engagement to the prince of the eastern isles. This brought great displeasure unto me, for I met him once before at a ball, and found him to be nothing more than a womanizing creep. Many of the men at that ball had asked my father for my hand in marriage and I couldn't believe he was the one who hand gotten it.

It was this displeasure that sent me on a walk, but not into the village. I couldn't take them right then, I needed a nice, quiet place to think. As I traveled through the woods, I saw something! I wasn't sure what it was, but it had a strange silver glow about it.

I tread forward cautiously, fearing the glow was from a wild animal or mystical creature. My mind spoke with the sense of reason, telling me to turn back if I valued my life, and my heart spoke with the voice of hope saying that I some how needed this thing. That it would some how help me.

As I cleared away the bushes, I saw a man, or what seemed to be a man. As I looked closely at him, I saw that his leg was badly injured. I forgot all reason as I rushed forward to help him, but stopped dead in my tracks the second his eyes turned to me.