Prologue

'Twas a dark, dreary, and depressing night, when it occurred. An ethereal vision having been granted to this particular individual. The storm was pouring in with a raging wind, expressing no mercy to anything that laid in its path. The waterfall unforgiving to the ground below, creating puddles that could be mistaken for small ponds. Lightning flashed through the sky, startling those who were able to glance in its direction. Never before had there been such a powerful storm that had the ability to set people adrift in its midst.

This particular individual was laying in bed, deep within his slumber, nearly impossible to be awoken. Tossing and turning, it made it clear that a dream was occuring in his sleep. The storm was no longer just a brontide, but now an ever present tempest. The reverberation of thunder more audible than the antiquity before. But all this commotion refused to rouse the sleeping figure from his dreams.

The sun was coruscating luminously onto the lands of the earth, casting an ethereal beauty onto the person within the meadow of which they were in. The other being in his presence was a young girl no more or less than the age of seventeen. Despite this being her age, how he knew that, he was unsure, however, she had the appearance of someone the age of twelve. Her beauty was exquisite and beyond anything he could have ever imagined. However, it befell upon him, her humanity. Her fragile and ephemeral lifetime.

It soon dawned upon him that this was no ordinary ordeal. This was a vision, one of the future, revealing an important insight that would be a glimpse into his future. Somehow, this human female would be involved at some time during his lifetime. To him, that was absurd given their lifespan differences. He didn't understand how a human could make an impact in his life at all. He made a mental note to converse with someone older and wiser about this experience. After all, it would be no good for this to have been something trivial and unimportant.

Turning his focus back onto the young girl, he made note of her appearance. She looked delectable in multiple ways. Her hair was lovely with its bouncy curls, light brown in color, and thick in volume that wrapped around her face perfectly. Her small, but luscious lips that he felt he could kiss all day and never be disappointed. Her skin was as pale as the moon, giving him the suspicion that she was a foreigner to the land, provided the fact that no one here held that shade of skin. Her dress, albeit odd-looking, was exquisite and elegant with its color and style. It was a lavender purple, with cherry blossoms adorning the bottom half. The middle had a white ribbon wrapped around the waist, hugging her frame perfectly. The top was made with silk while the bottom had extra fabric, most certainly tulle, pooled around it.

The most entrancing feature, above all, though, was her eyes. They were a lovely shade of hazel, expressing multiple different colors and emotions. She seemed to be happy, but there was a lingering shadow of sadness within her eyes that moved his soul, which desired to comfort her. She remained sedentary in the meadow, beaming lightly at seemingly nothing, but something was constraining her from admitting her true feelings. Then the most unexpected sight fell upon him, almost causing him to stumble over, but he remained composed and analyzed the sight before him.

There appeared to be an older version of himself, perambulating towards the young woman, with a small, nearly nonexistent, smile. She began to look up at him, but it went dark after that. He nearly groaned in frustration, the desire to know what happened next weighing upon him heavily. He knew, however, that it was cut short for a reason, and if this vision was anything to go by, he would discover it himself one day.

Now awake, he began dressing himself for the day. He knew exactly who to discuss this experience with. His father, the Great Dog General, was wise and would know what would need to be done. He also held much experience with dreams and visions. He would provide the clarification that needed to be given, or else he might just go insane overthinking the matter. Finally, he was done dressing, his outfit consisting of red hakamas and a black kimono-like shirt. He was ready to present himself to his father.

Prowling around the palace, in search of his father's study, many servants remained out of his way, noting the look of determination on his face. After many turns and hallways, he made it to a grand double-door that looked intricate and exceptional from all others. The wood appeared to be delicate and sleek, but it held a surprising amount of robustness and durability. He lightly knocked, knowing his father would be able to hear it with his keen ears.

"Come in." His father called from inside the room. He made haste, desiring to not keep this matter waiting. "Ah, Sesshomaru, my son, what is it that you are in need of? You hardly come to my study unless it is for a necessity." Which, that was the truth, his father was usually swamped with paperwork or the needs of the western lands, so he usually attempted to avoid the place if he did not need anything of importance. He answered his father with four words, "I need your advice." This seemed to surprise Inu No Taisho, as his son rarely ever came to him for his wisdom and knowledge. By these words, he knew that whatever was troubling him, was something of utmost importance.

"What is troubling you my son? Surely, it must be serious if you came to me looking for advice." Sesshomaru then began to convey to his father about the whole ordeal and his thoughts upon the subject. He asked for clarification on the meaning of the vision, and his thoughts on what should be done. During the time he was speaking, his father waited patiently for him to finish, and listened intently and attentively. When he finished speaking, he gazed towards his father expectantly and hopeful. Hope for the answers he so desperately seeked.

"Well son, it seems that you had a vision, one of the future. One that will happen at some stage in your life. Based on your description, it will be when you are much older and more knowledgeable. As for her being human, you will have to make a decision for yourself whether you want to follow that path, or journey down another path, into another life. This occurrence is something that only you can decipher and determine your own thoughts and beliefs. No one can make decisions for you, only you can do so. It is up to you whether or not you want to pursue this vision or the young girl. Also understand that, should you choose to pursue the girl, things may not go as planned and not everything is at it seems. Another important thing is to be sure of priorities, and your identity."

Knowing that this is probably the best answer he would ever receive, he thanked his father and exited the study. He meandered around the halls of the palace until he reached the private gardens, full of life with many kinds of different plants, each more unique than the next. He wandered over to one of the bench-like seats placed around the area, lost within his thoughts. The bench was white, with intricate designs of kikyou flowers, which symbolized endless love and honesty. Furthermore, concerning the flowers, the area around him was also filled with these flowers. They were a light purple, and their petals had pointed tips. He found this to be the perfect place to gather his thoughts and reflect on the events that had seemed to be changing his life quicker than someone can light a candle. He felt unsure of himself and his life. The only security provided was the knowledge that he had plenty, possibly more than enough, of time to ponder and meditate on the situation.

He knew that this was only the beginning of his story, the rest would fall into place accordingly, with his acceptance. Nothing happens without reason, and he was determined to discover himself and who he desired to be. This answer would not come for a long time as he was still juvenile and had much to learn about himself and the world around him.

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Disclaimer: This is a story written for fun. I do NOT own any of the InuYasha characters, or the story and show. That right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. The only character I own, is the girl in the vision. Everything else does not belong to me.

I hope you enjoyed this prologue and will return to this story when it is updated. I may not have time to write all the time because of school, but I will do my best to continue this story. This story will mainly be about Sesshomaru and his development occurring during his youth. Currently he is OOC because he is a child at the moment, but throughout the story he will develop into the daiyoukai we all know (and love). Then, near the end, we will meet the girl meant for him.

When this story comes to an end, I have the full intention of creating a sequel, but for right now, this story will be the main focus. Again, I hope you enjoyed this.

Please comment if you liked this, or want to leave constructive criticism. All I ask is that you be kind, and respectful. I don't want any hate, we already have enough of that and you don't know what another person may be dealing with. So always be kind and encouraging. Even if you disagree with someone, either keep it to yourself, or be polite.

Always be positive 3

Ja ne,

Taisho Aiko.