The Road Less Traveled February 9, 2016
Prologue
Felt like years we had been walking, Lord Sesshomaru leading every step of the way. Jaken following ever so closely less he get lost. But I was trailing behind. Thoughts cluttered my mind as my feet moved repetitiously. Absentmindedly my fingers clutched A-Un's reins. Fifteen years I have spent following Lord Sesshomaru. Deep into forests, out in the open, up over mountains, down deep in valleys, fighting Inuyasha, defeating Naraku, interacting with his mother. The list is endless. I am pleased to note that Sesshomaru-sama has grown these few years. Not physically of course. Still the same long silver hair, same magenta stripes, same cyan crested moon, same stoic porcelain face, same expressionless eyes. Well not totally expressionless. They only seem to covey anger, irritated, and boredom. A-Un nudges me in the back. I cease my wondering mind to look up. It seems my feet have stopped moving and ahead of me the road splits into two. I wish I could say that one side was brightly lit illuminating the correct path. I wish I could say the trees were different and that the ground looked better on one side. The fact is that they both looked exactly the same. A-Un nudges me to the left. Sesshomaru-sama must have went in that direction, still I hesitate. Fifteen years I have blindly and wordlessly followed Lord Sesshomaru without hesitation or question. Fifteen years I have spent watching as he searched for whatever it was that drove him onward. Fifteen years I have followed gaily and blissfully just happy to be in his presence. Unaware that life could be anything else. Well that all comes to a halt today. This very moment! Because now Rin is searching for something myself. I drop A-Un's reins and step towards the right path. I wish I could say destiny whispered my name on the wind. I wish I could say I was more sure right now than anything else in my life including following Sesshomaru-sama, but the truth was that I was scared. Had no earthly idea where I was and an even less idea of where I was going. All I knew was that I wasn't going to grow old and die having followed wordlessly the rest of my life. With only picking flowers as my skill. So I shook the jitters from my body and headed onto the right path, deep into the forest.