SPECIAL THANKS TO LANIE12777 FOR REVISING AND EDITING BOTH MY STORIES!

this story is now revised up to chapter 3

Disclaimer:I do not own inuyasha:)

A.N: Well this is my first inuyasha story, and my seocnd story ever! haha:) truthfully i have only watched about 4 or 5
episodes of Inuyasha! But i have read so many inucest fanfics that i think i got the story line down pretty well. But if
their is something i mixed up on please tell me:) Also review and tell me if you like it i have the second chapter done
but i wont post it unless you guys review and tell me if i should continue it. I AM IN NEED OF A BETA! for anyone
who is interested. :) and well thank you and revieewwwwww pleasseeee:)

This tragic story is about my father, my hero, the great Inu Lord Sesshomaru.

It takes place in feudal Japan. Where there were trees, plants, and wildlife everywhere. Back then there were no cities or buses. No pollution, and no discrimination like there are today. This unfortunate tale is about his unyielding journey south to discover what was there, to discover why their ancestors had banished all scrolls and information that the south even existed. Back then no one had ever thought of going south, you had to be a madman to go south; not even the greatest Inu lords thought of traveling to the southern lands. But Lord Sesshomaru had traveled for months with only 15 demons and 15 ningens, through dry barren desserts, and freezing ice storms, to not only find the well-kept secrets of the southern lands, but also to find his half-demon half-human brother.

There was like an invisible wall that separated the South from the rest of Japan. Japan had multiple ningen villages, with thousands of humans living there. It also had the great castles, where the lords of the north, east, and west lived. It had huts, and small shops. But the South was a mystery that no one bothered to solve. They had no idea what was out there besides savages. Which was only a rumor, only 2 or 3 people had ever really seen them or had at least claimed to see them. But surprisingly no more than a month after seeing them the people themselves disappeared. Mist Indians is what they called them, because as soon as you got to the border where the South began you could see nothing… It was all well hidden by deep foggy mist. Those who had claimed to see them had described them as disgusting, vile savages. They have been said to wear torn up, revealing clothing and no shoes. It was said that they lived off the land, hunters and farmers, built their own houses of no more than one room and made out of leaves and sticks. It was not known whether they were demons or humans; it was Lord Sesshomaru's job to find out.

During this story there will be times that you will cry, times when you will laugh, and times where it will have you at the edge of your seat. But hear me out: this story is important, I will not be ignored! This story is about my family and our struggles; I beg of you to have no pity, just listen and learn from our mistakes.

The great Inu Lord Sesshomaru! As deadly and strong as his name, as fierce as the strongest storms, and as emotionless and cruel as the coldest of winters. As powerful as a Brahma bull. And as slick as a snake…

With the beauty to surpass the gods! A waterfall of silky and smooth silver cascades down his back. His eyes are glossy pools of gold. Rare eyes that only an Inu royal could bear. A gift from the gods is what some may call it. His eyelashes are long and thick. He was tall and well built, about 6'1" if I were to guess, with well-toned muscles. As beautiful as the gods themselves, as strong as the most powerful winds, and as unpredictable as the great blue sea. Sesshomaru had it all.

Anyone that knew him called him 'The Greatest Prodigy ever born '. He was a prodigy; by the age of 4 in human years he already knew the ways of the sword better than all of Japan's best ningen and demon fighters. And well by the age of 17, which he was when he started his tragic journey, he was untouchable, and unstoppable.

He was cold and emotionless to everyone. Some said he was born with a frown on his lips. One glare from him was enough to make a grown man break down crying. No one knew, or maybe no one ever cared to find out what was behind the great prodigy's emotionless mask. No one except one person, the one person that he secretly cared for the most, the boy who could wipe off the mask with a simple silly smile. Inuyasha, his little brother and the killer of Kagura.

Kagura, his previous wife and my mother, was the one and only woman ever to live that had been able to get past The Great Sesshomaru's mask. The one and only demon that had been able to ever tame him. You're probably wondering why I'm not cursing my uncle Inuyasha, Why am I not wishing for him to burn in the fiery pits of hell. He had killed my mother… So why did I not want him dead? Well simple; my mother Kagura was also the only woman to ever make the great Sesshomaru wish he were never born. She had been wonderful at first… but then again aren't they all. She had won my father's heart with her caring and loyal personality. She had loved and cherished him, even if went against everything they both believed in. But as the saying goes, the good ones are the ones you have to watch out for. In her case it was true! She deceived my father and made him wish he had never found the beautiful Mist Indian princess. She had made every demon believe in the horrible tales of the wickedness of the south. And…And on top of that… She…She... Enough! I've had enough of talking about her for now; I'm sure you will hear plenty later on in the story when she comes in to it. You will be cursing her name by the end of it, just as I had when my father told me.

This story is about him, my father. My hero. This story is about his travels south from what is now known as the Western lands to the Mist's southern Emerald city. Back then there was no car to travel by like there is now 1500 years later. In those days you had to travel by horses and wagons. My father and his crew would be the first of the people from feudal Japan to travel there. They knew not of what was out there; their job was to find out.

I will try to get through this story without putting my beliefs into it. Because if I did I would never call Kagura princess, more like sick bitch!

SHORT SHORT! i know sorry but its only the prolouge so yeah! Then next chapter i have written already, review and ill post it up. its about 3000 some words,
pretty long but not freakishly long, though it will probably get that way in the next couple chapters im writing chapter 3 and its already really long
haha so much for taking lil a time!

I NEED A NAME FOR THIS STORy!
any one have any ideas please tell me! i really dont like the tittle it has now !

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reviewers: please if anyone can let me know Kagura's last name if she has one. THANK YOU! And ideas are extremely appriacted!