I really love this story idea and have become OBSESSED with it.

I positive you'll all love it too. It was inspired by the animated Prince of Egypt movie but it's NOT copying and not really a parody. Anyway I know this story WON'T be let go…like my others (SORRY ABOUT THAT!)

So here we go!

'thoughts'

"spoken"

flash back

Lord Naraku sat on his thrown in his lovely palace where servants spent their days worshiping the ground he walked on. He had it all; the beautiful wife, the beautiful palace, and his many beautiful concubines. He had everything except what he wanted most; infinite power.

As he sat the walls echoed his words "Oracle!"

A small, shriveled man with large dangling ears entered his lords throne room and sat down in =front of him bowing. "Yes, my lord? What is it you desire to know?"

Naraku smirked down at the old man. "Tell me, will I always have this?" he gestured to his surroundings," Will I always have these pathetic people and live my lovely life?" He smirked awaiting his answer that he was sure to please him. He was the strongest demon in the land and no one could faze him.

The oracle looked up to him and gave a simple "No, my lord. You will not."

Naraku's posture altered as he stared wide- eyed at the old man. He would lose it all?

"An infant born of human and demon love will over through you and rule these lands. You will sadly disappear from this world after that my lord."

'Hanyou?' The room was thick with tension coming from the lord. He rose from his seat and walked towards the oracle; his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

" Tell me oracle. Can you tall me who this hanyou is?" He stood in front of him frowning deeply.

The oracle smiled peacefully. "No."

Naraku raised his sword and in one motion the oracle head rolled to the floor.

NAraku walked calmly back to his throne and sat there stiffly.

He hollered. "Guards!"

Three men in armor came running in and stood frozen when they spied their lord's oracle dead on the floor. They regained their stature and asked what they could do for their lord.

He smirked, "Gather the troops. Tonight, I want every hanyou infant…killed."

"Yes, milord." They walked out the room leaving their smirking lord behind them.

The village was ablaze with hot fire and the sky seemed to be bleeding with it could red as the bloodshed bellow it. As soldiers; who wore their silver armor and masks; raged through the village scream were heard through out the once quiet night.

The had come from nowhere during a silent night where all that would be heard was a baby awaking inn the night. Now the cries of hundred where heard at their highest octave, as their thoughts were cut and their lives faded.

A woman with long black hair, an small girl on her side, and a crying infant in her arms, stood outside the village; hidden among the trees.

Izayoi calmed her crying son and patted the head of her other. Sango gripped her mothers dress and started up at her with scared and confused eyes. She carried the reed basket that held their cloths she had grabbed in a rush.

She looked down affectionately and bent down to his level. Her sweet daughter; with her thick brown hair and deep drown eyes. Muteki had been so good to her and blessed her with such a beautiful girl. She would surely grow up to be a kind and strong woman.

She looked down at the crying infant in her arms and began tearing up as well. Her son, her Inuyasha. He was the spitting image of his father. Silver hair, golden eyes, fangs, the only thing that kept him from other demons was the two adorable dog-ears on top of his head. Cute as they were…they were his undoing.

'Oh Inutashio…' He was surely her true love. When Muteki, God bless his soul, had been kind and provided for her; Inutashio had loved her and needed her. They had spent many nights just staying awake to hear the other breathe and spoke of so many things. She giggled at the time Inutashio had come to the village and met Sango. The poor thing was so amazed that her sweet daughter nearly called him 'Papa'.

She was brought back from her day dreaming by her crying baby. She looked back at her burning home as it crumbled to the ground and knew their world was never going to be the same again.

She took hold of her eldest child's hand and journeyed further into the forest.

A nameless soldier slowly stepped out of the village inspecting his handy work and observed the front gat looking for those foolish enough to attempt escape. He saw something move out of the corner of his eye and whipped his head around. The last he saw was a small boy heading into the woods.

"Men! Their trying to escape!" and he and some of his troops set off to kill those who dare disobey their lord.

Izayoi's hurried feet carried her and her children deeper into the forest as her panic grew with each step. Sango's grip slipped occasionally and Inuyasha would top crying. She was well aware of the soldiers behind her and she knew what she would have to do.

She was going to have to give up one of her children.

She stared at her newborn son. He would be hunted, and probably killed…. unless she could save him.

She saw a small river and told Sango to remain on the riverbed as she waded into the water. She took the basket from her tiny hands and removed the cloths. She placed them on a rock and placed her son inside. Inuyasha was fussing again and she shushed him with the lullaby Inutashio had taught her before he departed on his journey.

Hush now my baby

Be still love don't cry

Sleep as your rocked by the stream

Sleep and remember my last lullaby

So I'll be with you when you dream

Inuyasha snuggled into his blanket and she smiled and she nuzzled his neck. She said as silent prayer before she set the basket floating down the river. She didn't move from the water until the basket was out of site.

"Sango, come here sweetheart." Her small daughter walked towards her mother confused.

"Mama, where is Inu going." She placed a finger to her lips to shush her.

"Sango, listen to me. You are to be completely quiet. Inuyasha will be safe now and you are to tell no one of what has happened. Now get me those cloths would you."

Her daughter grabbed the large piece of cloth and gave it to her mother. She then proceeded to wash the cloths until she heard a booming voice behind her.

"You there!" hollered the soldier.

Izayoi placed a fake smile on her face and turned around. "Yes sir, what seems to be the trouble?"

"You, are you from the village east of here." The guards' hard gaze shifted between the two villagers and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"No sir, we are west from here. I have cloths to wash before returning to my husband."

"Who is this husband of yours?"

She smiled. "Why Taiga Muteki of course! He's the fruit seller in our village. Such a sweet man. So kin…"

"That's enough!" He yelled. He sighed and told his men to return to the village as he left the woman and child.

After the soldiers were gone Izayoi sighed deeply and gazed at her son below her.

"Sango? "

"Yes mother?"

"Things are changing my dughter. Nothing will ever be the same after today." She then grabbed her confused child's hand, their dripping cloths, and headed west.

So I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I've had this idea for a long time and I wanted to get it there. Tell me if you like it!

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