Disclaimer - why do I have to put something here if everyone already knows that most of it's not mine?!

Alas, I am here,
Here to tell a sad tale.
Look upon that darkened town,
For that is where I start...

In this town upon the horizion,
The horizion of darkness and sadness it is,
For it is poor, and as rumor has it,
Naught more babes can crawl out from hiding.

The youngest is four,
The oldest is dying,
The mother of the youngest yearns.

One day that year, though,
A triumphant day,
One more babe is born that day.
A little girl,
Now the youngest,
Was born from the four's mother.

So happy that day,
And yet so sad,
Their picture was happily painted.
The mother, the father, the son, the daughter,
That was the picture they painted.

Later that day,
When sun isn't risen,
Assassins come quietly into town.
Their presence is wrought about
When a wife is heard screaming.

The town awoke,
Everyone ran,
Except for the babe's father.
He stood with his sword,
His katana,
And barred the way to his family.

He was quickly slain.
The blood of his love,
His life he gave,
Fell upon his family.

The mother ran,
Both children in hand,
She ran to the river,
Where she thought she was safe.

Quickly she turned, and dropped the children,
Dropped them into some bushes.
The babe rolled out,
After mother was slain,
And as punishment,
Was kicked into the river.

Fished out by a hanyou,
The babe was crying.
She wanted her mother,
And the hanyou knew where she came from.

Sadly the hanyou went back to the town,
The town where the babe belonged.
The picture that was painted,
That picture lie charred in the dust of the town.

The hanyou wept for the little babe.
Knowing exactly what happened.
She picked up the picture and the katana,
And carried the babe to her home.

There the babe was raised,
And there the babe cried.
There, the child was raised,
And there, the child longed.

Suddenly, one day,
One cruel day,
Dimension gateways opened up.
The child was dragged in,
And brought to a world,
A world unknown to her.

No more hanyou,
No more youkai,
The ground was harder here.
The houses were strange,
The people looked wierd,
But the wors part was that the child wasn't home.

She learned how to live,
Without her friend,
She learned how to live,
Without visits to her family,
She learned how to live,
Without living.

a/n: Yeah yeah, there's more to come. I just did this because I was feeling... poetic. Oh, and by the way, you have to read this for some of the story to make sense. It's like skipping chapters, really. Okay, maybe not. I'm not sure. Well, hope you review anyways.