Night was fast approaching, and the wind was picking up. There was a storm coming in fast, but all that one young child could think of; was getting away from the blood thirsty demons that were chasing him.

Flash Back:

The boy had been minding his own business, when suddenly; he'd had to dodge being crushed by a large club. Startled to say the least, the boy quickly became surrounded by a horde of demons. They sneered and smirked, then licked their lips.

"Look what we have here boys," "Yeah, it be a half breed." The boy knew what that word meant, and had learned that only recently, before his kind mother had be stolen from him and from the land of the living.

"Hm...Let's see, what are you doing out so far in the forest half breed?" one demon questioned. The boy stayed quiet. "I asked you a question! I demand an answer!" the boy tried to back up, but found his way blocked. "Ah..." "Ah, so you can speak, then answer me boy! Why are you...?" The kid glared at the demon. His golden eyes darkening. "None of your business, demon! ARGH!"

With a swing of the demon's club, the boy went flying into the trunk of a nearby tree. "Ow..." the kid rubbed his sore head, and felt something wet on his hand. He looked and sure enough there was a bit of blood on his small had. He shook his silver mane of hair, to get his bearings.

The boy looked up and found a small opening for his escape. And as the demons circled around him, he waited and waited. "Boy, you've been lucky enough to live this long, but tonight you will become the dinner of real demons!" the demon said with a nasty tone. The boy spotted his chance and in a flash, he was gone. right between a demon's legs and into the forest.

End flash Back:

Now, the boy ran for his very life. He stumbled over twigs and stones, but didn't stop. He knew that if he stopped, he'd end up a demon fodder. He inwardly wished his mother was still alive and could save him, like she had saved him from the torture the villagers had inflicted one night. He shook his head, getting that painful image and memory out of his head.

"I see him boss!" "Don't let the brat get away!"

The child heard their voices, and ran faster than he ever believed he could. He ran and ran until he couldn't run anymore, due to standing at the edge of a cliff. "Ah...hm?" he carfefully slid down and did the best he could at hiding.

"Where'd he go!" "Damn! He's no bird Halfling, he's a mutt, that cane be smelt upon him...hm...I guess we've lost the whelp." The boy listened as they left. He waited for a good two hours, desperately clinging to the rocky lip he'd chosen to hid under. Once he was sure that they were gone, the hoisted himself onto the safe part of the land.

"Ha...another horde of demons evaded." The boy sighed "I hate being like this! Being a half breed sucks big time!" he grumbled as he returned to the house he'd been living in lately. "I wish I wasn't one! Human hate me and torture me, demons hate me and try to eat or kill me or both and Sesshy...he hates me for being this way! Damnit! Why couldn't I have been born a human or a demon! Not both!"

The silver haired boy slid into a sitting position and remained that way for the rest of the night.