Only in a world so cold
A/n: Jus so ya knows: the only character that's mine (in this chap. Anyways) is Shintė (She-nn-teh)
Chapter 1
Past
Shintė was sitting high up in a tree, her cat-like tail waving gracefully in the air. She looked so calm. So peaceful. Yet no one could imagine the pain she was going through. It seemed it was only yesterday her entire family was slain by the demon Naraku. But then she was only Five-going-on-six years old. To young to fully understand what was happening in her village.
10 years ago
Shintė was running home after hearing screaming, and seeing an area
near her village go up in flames. Racing through the woods, dodging trees and thorny bushes. Her heart thumping so hard, it was like that's all she could hear. She knew something was wrong when she could smell evil demons and the screaming got louder as she came closer. Finally she was almost there. But, when she took the last step it took to get there, she looked around. Huts were burned down, blood was splattered everywhere, but worst of all, she saw lying right in front of her was her mother.
"Mommy?" She knelt down.
Her once beautiful, white-cat mother, now had blood dripping down her face, her hands, everywhere. Her bright green full of life eyes, were now fogged, faded and seemed to stare at nothing. She was dead. Her whole village was dead. Even the cows, chickens and pigs, where dead and sprawled out with their intestines hanging out of their stomachs.
Shintė stood up, looked at her mother's blood on her hands. Gave one more look at her dead friends, and people she knew, and ran. She ran the way she came. Wanting to scream. But to scared to ever look back.
Finally when it became dark, she stopped in a cave. It was raining. 'It's rainin' cats 'n dogs' Her Father would say when she insisted on going outside during a thunderstorm. Only now her Father wasn't there, and she had no intension of going outside to play in the rain.
She now was curled up in the fetal position. Letting the salty tears role down her cheeks and fall on her knees and lap. She knew she was alone now, and if anything were to happen to her, no one would miss her. All the people she knew and loved were dead and painted the ground dark red with blood and littered the streets with their bodies…..
"They're all dead…." She cried softly. "They're all dead."
A/N:OK. Mah first fic so be nice but please R&R♥!!