Here's my first attempt at a fan fiction :3 please tell me what you think!

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Healing Heart

Prologue

Thirteen Years Ago

Hushed whispers at the door intrigued the not-quite-sleeping child's ears. She opened one eye cautiously, and upon doing so saw that the door was opened just a crack. She could just make out the shadows and voices of two adults, and although she immediately recognized one of the hushed voices as her mother's, the other was lost on her—though she was sure it was just one of the castle's many servants. The girl opened her other eye and sat up slowly and quietly, trying to focus all of her attention on hearing what was being said behind the door. However, her young ears were neither adequately developed nor trained to make out the conversation that was just beyond her reach. Her heart jumped as she heard the door start to slide open, and she quickly ducked back into bed, pulling the covers over her shoulder and shutting her eyes tight.

"Give me a moment to gather my supplies," her mother's voice said quietly and softly.

"Of course. I'll wait for you in the hall," a husky voice replied.

The little girl waited until she heard the door slide shut before she sat up in the bed, her eyes searching for her mother's figure. "Mama? What's happening, mama?" cried her soft little voice.

Her mother turned her attention to the tiny child in the bed, and smiled softly before sitting on the edge next to her daughter. "It's okay my love," she ran her hand comfortingly over the child's hair, "Lord Sesshomaru has returned and requires my assistance. Go back to sleep my angel, I will be back shortly." She kissed the young girl's forehead before sliding off the bed, and grabbed the rather small wooden box that contained her medical supplies. She glanced back at her daughter, who was again laying with the blanket pulled over her and her little eyes closed tight, and smiled sweetly before leaving the room as quietly as she possibly could.

The young child, curious as to why her mother was needed so late at night, didn't know any better than to sit right back up and swing her legs over the edge of the bed, waiting for her tiny feet to touch the floor before completely sliding off. She tip-toed to the door, and used all of her strength to slide it open just enough for her tiny frame to squeeze through.

She was not used to roaming the castle alone—especially not in the dead of night. The long and narrow hallway was barely lit by candlelight, and though the darkness unsettled her, she ran, almost in a skipping fashion, in the direction of which she could just barely make out whispers. Her bare little feet made soft thuds against the hard floor as she ran, placing most of the pressure of her small body on her toes. Her long, blonde, curly hair was loose and bounced with each step she took, her bangs not quite long enough to fall in her eyes.

It wasn't long before she came across a door with golden light pouring out from behind it, emerging from the small crack where it had been left open. She walked over to the door as quietly as she could, pressing her small hands against it as she peered into the room. As the light met her eye, she blinked a few times to try to get used to the new and sudden illumination. When the light was comfortable to her eyes and she could see again, the first face she recognized was her mother's; her eyes narrowed in concentration as she leaned next to the bed, addressing the wounds of the man lying on the bed. She recognized the man on the bed immediately as Lord Sesshomaru—the lord of the castle. Sitting against the wall not far away was the small demon that the girl always seen following Lord Sesshomaru—she believed his name to be Jaken. No one else in the room was particularly familiar to the child's eyes. She leaned a little bit closer in attempt to see more, when suddenly she heard a soft but stern voice speak.

"There is a child outside the door," Sesshomaru said. He had known she was there—he could smell her—immediately, but paid no mind to it until the smell did not disappear.

"A child! What is a child doing this late at night, outside the door of Lord Sesshomaru? I will take care of this at once milord!" Jaken yelled, jumping up from his resting spot. The child's eyes went wide with fear as the small demon angrily snapped the door open.

"Kaiya?" her mother's voice questioned with worry. Upon hearing her name, the young child immediately ran to her mother's side, hiding behind her for protection.

"She is yours," Sesshomaru stated with no hint of a question mixed in. He watched intently as the young child moved her head to see what was happening. His gaze locked on her large, bright green eyes that were lined with lengthy eyelashes and shadowed in a soft peach color that blended easily and softly into her milky skin. She quickly ducked back behind her mother, her arms wrapped around her left leg.

"I am sorry Lord Sesshomaru, I did not know she followed me," the girl listened as her mother begged for his forgiveness.

"She is like you?" Sesshomaru questioned, not bothering to clarify his question as he knew the woman understood.

Immediately relieved that he was not angry, she replied, "Yes milord, although she is too young to fully understand and master her talent."

"She must learn eventually," Sesshomaru began, "she may stay, and learn from you."

The woman smiled in gratitude and bowed her head, "Thank you, milord."