Chapter1: Thoughts on the Wind
The empty school yard was silent and open, awaiting the students trampling feet and booming talk to bring it to life. The leaves on the trees speckled like green jewels in the afternoon sun. The sky was thick with anticipation and excitement. Something was about to happen, and the school yard, though empty, was patient to see what ths 'something' was.
A distant sound, like a muted ringing, shattered the silence of the summer. Soon, a rumbling could be heard, along with a general uproar from within the school walls. The wind picked up, swirling the branches on the trees into a frenzy. The benches shone in the light, bright and ready.
The double doors of the school entrance were flung open, releasing a whoosh of cool conditioned air. Students burst forth from the doors like water from a broken dam. No one was without a smile on their face. Some were laughing out loud and throwing their papers into the air, where they were picked up and swirled about in a twisting array of confetti. A few were crying tears of joy, hugging one another in farewell.
The day couldn't have been more right for the occasion. One girl looked up into the blue sky overhead, and even with her three friends surrounding her with tear-stained faces, eagerly asking for her number, she smiled calmly and happily. Her brown eyes gazed into the heavens, an eager gleam shining through. The wind picked up swifter than ever, sending her raven hair flying about like ebony ribbons.
I'm finished, Inuyasha. I'm coming to you now.
The wind picked up her thoughts and carried them across the school yard. She watched as the trees returned to normal and the wind died down. Her friends were, by now, pestering her more than ever, and her attention was once again focused on them.
But the thought was not forgotten. It flew over the city, soaring above the bustling people and high buildings. The words were brought to a large shrine at the outskirts of the city, where it swooped down in a circular motion, dropping lower and lower until it reached a tiny house. The wind thrust the door aside, and with a final shove, the thoughts were sent down into the well in the center of the small room, floating down to the bottom, where a strange light surrounded them.
The thoughts were picked up moments later by another wind, a much purer and stronger wind. They were carried up and over into a scene quite different from the one a moment before. The vast forest that stretched before the well was immense. The thoughts flew easily between the trees, skirting past lakes and springs, finally finding the receiver of the thoughts, and gently, slid them into a pair of furry dog-ears.
These ears belonged to a young man, no younger than twenty. He sat on the tree limb of a rather large oak tree, his leg dangling over the edge. His long, gray-silver locks hung about his face. His eyes were closed, but as soon as the wind brought the thoughts to his ears, those eyes shot open to reveal bright, burning orbs of golden amber.
A smirk found it's way to his lips, revealing a sharp canine tooth. With a sudden motion, he jumped down from the tree and took off into the underbrush, becoming a blur of red and silver. His smile grew wider as he headed toward the well, the thoughts still fresh in his mind.
I'm coming to you now.