I do not own any characters from the anime Inuyasha and from the movie Hell Boy II
Many believed that when Nuada had went into exile he spent the entire time alone besides with his friends from the Troll Market. But that wasn't entirely true. He indeed di dspend the begining of his exile traveling around the world only making contact when necessary whichw as very rare. He had even visited japan. It was the calming the aura that the great sacred tree on the Higurashi family shrine. My grandfather had passed and mother had been put into an old folks home, Souta had gone off to college to pursue his dream.
I was wearing the traditional miko garb, sweeping the fallen autumn leaves into a large pile to help when I turn them into knick-knacks to sell to help with income when I felt a presence. My back was to the steps of the shrine where I felt the presence come closer at a slow steady pace and heard the footsteps grow louder as well. I didnt turn to face the stranger sensing no immediate danger from them. I heard him walk up to the tree staying behind the barrier of sorts.
"What sort of tree is this?" The stranger asks, by the sound of their voice they are obviously male.
"The goshiboku or the sacred tree. Its been around since before medieval times." I stated as i turned to face the stranger as the breeze blew.
Nuada's POV
I was shocked at the beauty the priestess. As the wind blew her raven hair some covering the lower part of her face so you can only see her bright blue eyes. Eyes that seem to pierce through you and look straight into your soul. She had the stance of a warrior hidden by herbeauty and fair skin and slim figure. She pushes her hair out of her face revealing high cheek bones, plump lips the perfect shape of pink. I could only stare amazed by her beauty that rivaled even the fairest maiden i have ever met. She blinks with a soft smile her head tilting slightly giving her an almost innocent appearance and I find myself a loss for words.
"It has been here before the shrine has been biult and has a history of its own. Some people will believe it to be a legend...but we both know legends arent always what they seem." She spoke with a voice that could pass for an angels.
It was at this moment i realized i was entranced by her and I could not fight the pull. The pull of what the humans would call "The red string of fate". I had barely met the woman and I already felt my heart belong to her.
TO BE CONTINUED...