I do not own InuYasha or the song "Lullaby" by the Dixie Chicks. This story just came to mind so I typed until I got stuck on where else to go with it. Some twists and turns but nothing too major. Tell me what you think and if any one remembers episodes 94 and 95 'Those Who Create The Shikon No Tama' then please tell me if the imitation jewels had miasma or poison in them, it seems they did but I do not remember. This story is set past all of the movies and episodes, not sure if I should go into detail with Naraku being defeated. Just tell what you think for a first chapter. The story carries on past what is in front of her now for troubles.

A man, no youkai, with turquoise eyes and orange hair and a fox tail stood out in the cold winter looking at the scene of a fresh battle grounds. His fluffy hair tied up high in a sky blue ribbon, a green leaf on his forehead with yellow stripes under each eye, one each

wrist, his waist, and ankles for his markings and his armor over his dark green haori and hakama with sky blue designs on shoulders and sleeves and down the sides of his hakamas, his obi matching with haori and hakama but reversed colors. He scanned for any indication of who fought here and then began to follow a fresh blood trail in the once white snow of the winter that seemed to last forever.

He signaled to the other three youkai with him to follow on cautiously. They were wearing similar attire to one another. All Three had armor on but not as fierce as the Kitsune's in front of them. One of them with blonde hair and sky blue eyes wore a light

Yellow hakama and haori with a deep red obi. His two markings the color orange. Another youkai with light brown hair that he wore up high in a dark green tie but sea-foam green eyes. He wore matching haori and hakama the color of dark green the obi purple. His marking dark blue but jagged.

The last of them had wavy dark green hair with stripes of red in a few areas like the outline of his face. His hair also held up high in an orange tie. His hakama and haori both orange also but a blue obi. He had two jagged black markings.

During the in between period of battle between the North and South, the Northern Lord was checking the area where he felt a great power be unleashed. He and his three best generals stumbled upon the Shikon Miko. It wasn't hard I though since she was drenched

in blood of hers and others. It looked like a battlefield where the blood started but where it ended was the body of a young maiden with a hole in her side and trying her best to protect a jewel and not just any jewel, the Shikon No Tama.

The Northern Lord recognized her from the description the Western Lord Sesshoumaru had given him. She had black raven hair that shone blue when reflected in the light. Creamy unmarred porcelain skin and her eyes were like looking into a deep ocean abyss when warm but icy when angered. He said they were like sapphire jewels when calm but also the same when sad or crying. She had a fiery spirit to protect those who needed it but looks promising death could rival any cold looks he, or any Lord, would give an enemy.

He looked down at her with a bit of worry, pity and a lot of anger towards those who could ever harm a pure creature like her. Her body soaked in blood. Her priestess outfit was stained. Instead of the red hakamas a priestess normally would wear, she wore yellow. He heard the reason of that being to separate herself in looks from her incarnation that still roamed the earth. He heard her sharp intakes of pain and the movement of her trying to shift her body but failing.

Her eyes opened and he could barely read any emotion except the pain that she

could not get rid of and then when he looked at them again it was emptiness. The emptiness that mothers would get when there child died. That anyone would have when everything dear to them was lost from them. When they had to go day by day in loneliness with only knowing to do their duty and nothing else. When they only had their duty to live for and an underlying hope that they would see their loved ones again and return to the once happy life they lead. An emptiness that shown in this figure that looked like she was destined to roam this life alone and then die alone.

For a second he could see relief flicker in her eyes and a bit of hope. He understood

that. He understood it all too well. The relief and hope that they don't die alone or not remembered by at least one soul. Those eyes looked at him wearily then. He decided it was time to break the silence.

"Miko, Kagome-sama, I am not here to harm you. I have no need to take the jewel from you or end your life. If anything I wish to try my best to help you." The Northern Lord spoke to the young miko and then noticed her demonic features. The jewel changed her

features so she can properly protect the jewel.

"The only thing anyone could possibly do is heal these physical wounds though they

are nothing to me. That is not what is killing me. Those wounds are only destroying my body. They only need time but the rest may never heal." She spoke truthfully but in a

matter-of-fact tone like stating something.

The Northern Lord thought it was different that she did not have warmth or pure happiness in her like she had always been described as. He wished to see it for at least once. He almost thought it was another posing to be her so they can make off with the jewel but her calming scent was what told him no, that this broken spirited creature is the once happy and care-free loving miko he had heard so much about.

He knelt down to pick her up and hold onto the jewel for her as he watched

her eyes glaze over and then close. "Come, when we arrive at the palace I want one of you to get the healer and the other to send a servant to prepare a room for when she becomes better. She is our new guest."