DISCLAIMER DO NOT OWN INUYASHA

Amelia shot up in pure fear as she woke up from the strange dream, was it a dream or was it a nightmare? Which ever it was it felt so real. She was sitting on her bed with the sheets pooled around her waist and legs. As she looked at herself it almost look like she was fighting with the sheets. Her heart was pounding and she was breathing hard, she was drenched in sweat. Dear god the dream was so vivid she almost actually thought that she was drowning. Wait! The woman, it was the woman that was running not her. It was strange she thought that picture really got to her. Amelia looked at the clock on the night table and sighed. It was only 3:30 in the morning. She didn't have to wake up until 9 she sighed. She was too pumped up with adrenaline to fall back to sleep so instead. She decided to go to the kitchen and have herself a cup of tea. She sat there tapping her bare feet on the cold floor as she stared blankly at the empty seat across her. The whole dream was so bizarre. What was that thing? Why was it chasing her? Who was that woman? And why did she feel like this "dream" wasn't a dream but a distant memory of another time. She took another sip of the hot tea, slightly burning her tongue. Man she really had to stop thinking about it. It was just a dream and she had been reading to much of those fantasy books that she likes to read. Blowing out a deep breath she headed back into her room. That's when she saw the book. It was lying on her desktop innocently. She walked towards the book and picked it up. She might as well, she was curious maybe the book might explain things and make her dream a lot clearer. But why would she need that? She asked herself. Man she really needed to sleep. She turned on her bed stand light and flipped to the first page. There was no author. Strange. Now that she looked at it the book didn't even have those barcodes that most library books had. Amelia continued to flip to the next page and came across the first entry. It was strange the book was not like a biography it was just strange. It was kind of like a story. Ha it's a fictional book. She didn't know why that made her feel better but it didn't matter. She began reading. The first passage was describing scenery, which brought vivid images in her head. She could actually feel and smell the rich breeze and landscape that was being described in the scene. It kind of felt like a memory Amelia shook her head, it's just the author is real good at describing things. She couldn't help but feel that nostalgia feeling again. Weird. She continued to read when she came across a specific passage that stood out the most.

Tender lips so red and sweet one could get lost fantasying about kissing it. Eyes the color of the glowing lanterns in the spring festival. Skin so white it radiates with the shine of the moon. She was almost ethereal, so she was chosen. Of all the ladies that danced, she was the most beautiful. She was a dancing goddess while the others were her subjects. It was that fateful festival night that the young maiden was chosen to be sacrificed for the sake of their small village. How sad that she the goddess was unaware. She danced blissfully without a thought of the on coming danger. She was innocent, while the others were scared. She was born a sickly child she was destined to die but her parents had already fallen deeply in love with the dying child. That they went on a long journey to the temple, where rumors from all over said there in the center of the temple laid a healing fountain. So desperate they were they knew that there was a possibility that the rumors were just that rumors. The trip was hard and treacherous for the small family the mother had grown ill and the child as well. The father with great determination continued on caring for the two ill females. Until they finally reached the holy lands in which the great priests and priestesses were given their holy powers and where they will heal their daughter. The family had to climb a great stairwell until they reached the grand temple. The mother struggle a great deal until they came to center of the temple. But sadly all their efforts were in vain for the child had already died from the long journey. The mother welled in great misery for her lost. Her husband tried to settle his wife and told her that they must leave but the mother so wrapped in her denial and grief she prayed and cried for the return of her child until the great moon rose once again on the grand temple. It was also the night that the broken family was visited but what appeared to be a beautiful being. The being was veiled in an ethereal light which made it hard to distinguish its gender. When the being saw the weeping family it took pity and came upon them and asked.

"Why is it that you weep?" it was the father that spoke for the mother was too deep in her grief.

"Our beautiful child has died and we weep for her lost" he spoke. The being watched and lifted an elegant hands towards the mother.

"Give me the child and I shall return with a live one"

"Nooo I want MY CHILD NOT ANOTHER!"

"Then you shall have your child. But the child shall be alive and breathing" the being spoke. Without another word the mother raised the wrapped bundle and gave the child to the being.

"I shall return with your child, but in return you must place fresh fruit to this alter for seven days. On the seventh day you must bath yourself in the fountain and wait for my return. But you must do exactly as I say. Do you understand?" the parents bowed and with that said the being vanished. For the seven days the father went off and brought fresh fruits and flower to the alter everyday. On the seventh day the parents bathed themselves and waited for the return of the strange being. And so as the great moon raised into the sky there the being appeared.

"I have return and so has your child. Take care of this child for this child is no longer like you. Farewell" and then the being was gone. In place wrapped in a golden veil was a child. But the child was not their child. The mother welled in sorrow. For the child eyes were of the lightest green and skin as pale as the glowing moon. The father comfort his wife and whispered in her ears "although our child is lost we have been blessed with a gift" with those words the mother peered down at the child and instantly she fell in love.