Ages of Mythology
A/N: this story is situated in ancient Greece in general (I had to because of the gods) but of course the villages and cities and their names do not really exit.
P.S. this is my first attempt at writing a chaptered story. Sorry if I won't be able to updated frequently but it's hard to keep with sorting the ideas, writing + work and studying. Anyways please read and review
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or any of the characters and so on and so forth
Prologue
The ancient city of Olympia was in a state of panic. People were rushing about in all directions as the city was being overcome by flames. The once peaceful city was under siege.
On the look-out hill west to the city a man was looking at the city on fire, the stench of death wafting through his nostrils. He inhaled deeply and smiled a sinister smile as he looked at his soldiers closing in on his prey.
Yes… he'd done a god job with this attack. It had taken a lot of planning to get to the hearth of the city. This was the old capital, a fortress to the rest of the land. Situated right in the centre of the land, it would provide an easy access to the surrounding villages. And more importantly, it was right in the valley, of the great Mount Olympus, home of the gods. That would be his next target after he had all the land under his thumb. He would be the great ruler of all!
Satisfied from the view, he made his way down the hill and joined his army at the city gates. He made a sign to the best of his soldiers to follow him. The rest of the army were killing off the few remaining city defenders or plundering houses. The soldiers followed their leader to the mansion near the City Temple. Here was the home of the great Lord Takahashi who governed this city. He and his family were all that was left to fall for him to claim the city. He had specifically ordered his army to leave Lord Takahashi for him to slay.
Just as he had expected he found Lord Takahashi at the Temple. He was on his knees praying to the gods. And so he should pray for a fast and painless death because he, Naraku, did not know the meaning of mercy and would give him all but an easy death.
Lord Takahashi sensed their approach and with one last prayer to protect his loved ones he stood up and faced his enemy…
"Takahashi! We meet again!" jeered Naraku.
"Draw your sword Naraku and fight me honourably" said Lord Takahashi pointing his sword at him.
"Ohh…Takhashi wants to defend his honor" sneered Naraku drawing his sword… "Well I'm pleased that you're not spoiling my fun and running with your tail between your legs like the dog you are"
There swords crossed with a clash of the blades and they sparred in temple surrounded by Naraku's soldiers. The fight seemed like it would never end. They were both excellent fighters but Lord Takahashi was getting the upper-hand little by little, his years of experience as a great general showing, and Naraku was getting increasingly irritated and distracted.
Lord Takahashi saw a space and in the blink of an eye slashed at Naraku wounding him in his arm. Naraku's eyes flashed red in anger.
After a few more minutes of fighting, Naraku decided to put an end to this useless fight. He signaled his archers who fire a rain of arrows at Lord Takahashi wounding fatally. Lord Takahashi fell to his knees his blood pouring freely to the ground, and looked unfocusedly at his arch enemy who was laughing evily.
"And so endeth the reign of the mighty Lord Takashi" jeered Naraku as he stabbed him in the back to his death.
From the distance, a young woman, who had broken her word, watched with a tear-stained face and empty eyes as her husband crumbled dead to the ground.