A beautiful meadow stretched out before her, a cloudless sky above and a soft summerbreeze played with her hair, bringing the scent of flowers with it. Faya closed her eyes and inhaled the summerbreeze. She couldn't be happier at this moment, to finally be able to dream again was a blessing at itself. With the short nights she had endured while the triplets were growing up she forgot how it was to dream.

Faya turned around as a prescence behind her made itself known and looked in to the eyes of the First Mother; Kasai Amara which she had merged with five years ago. Her golden lines were still engraved on her body. An everlasting memory for her sacrifice. Faya lowered her gaze in front of her First Mother. She felt how a finger was placed underneath her chin and lifted her head so they could see each other, and they smiled.

The sound of breaking waves and knew that this wasn't her dream anymore. She sighed and they were now standing on the tip of a cliff, the sea smashing on the rocks below them with a pearly white beach that was hundreds of feet below them. A lighthouse stood at the other side of the goddess and Faya wondered why she had envaded her dream and changed the scenery.

''Why are you here, First Mother?' Faya asked as she looked at the goddess from the corner of her eye.

The goddess smiled but did not answer right away. 'it does me great joy to see you in good health, dear child.' she smiled as they now stood on the white beach. Faya looked as The First Mother walked to the shore and put her feet in the water. Her golden dress touching the water slightly, like feathers floating a still lake. Her hair floating in the air like silk in the air, and Faya felt small and insignificant in her prescence. Yes, she was jealous of Amara's regal apparence. It was somethig she could never achieve, how much she tried. She just couldn't come close. Forcing the thoughts back in the darkest corners of her mind Faya walked up to Amara and stood next to her, the water soaking the hem of her Mother-of-Pearl colored dress, and followed Amara's gaze. At the horizon an old threemaster sailed peacefully over flat water. 'Again, First Mother, what brings you to my dream?' she asked as she turned her attention to Amara.

Kasai Amara turned to her direct descendent and looked at her. 'Your journey is not yet complete. You who have found your family, returned your name to its former glory, was touched by the Goddess and stand at the beginning of a new Housename.' She said and Faya's mouth dropped open.

Well, shit...

The wind picked up in speed and force. Faya cringed at the sudden sound of thunder and both looked up and to see the sky going from blue to orange to a deep red. Purple lightning errupted from ink black clouds and struck the threemaster, engulfing the ship in a bright green inferno.

Damn it!

'There is one more journey for you to take, one that will...' The thunder made it impossible for Faya to hear the rest of Amara's speech. She stretched out her hand to keep the Goddess close to her, but she was gone, although Faya did get hold of something.

'Dearest little fire minx, have you found your innerchild, or have you become tired of life...?' A voice drawled. Her eyes widened as the scenery changed and a pair of familiar amber eyes looked back at her from in between her fingers. Her face fell as she noted the known emotion lingering in them. 'oh, oh...' she said in a tiny voice and retreacted her hand from his face. Her mate raised an eyebrow.

FUCK, this was not going to be her day.

'Euh, sorry...?' Faya tried as she looked at him with an uncomfortable expression on her face.
'Not good enough, try again...' He said as he shook his head.
'Euh... goodmorning...?' He pulled a face and Faya chuckled as she moved closer to him and kissed him.
'Getting there...' He mumbled and pulled her closer, igniting a chuckle from his mate, and kissed her back. The spell between them was broken when there was a loud crash and laughing followed suit; at the same time a cry was heard.
'Why did we descide upon having children again?' Sesshoumaru asked in mock annoyance.
Faya looked down at her mate and raised her eyebrow at him. 'You did not just ask me that question.' She said as she sat up and crossed her arms over her chest. Sesshoumaru opened his mouth to answer but the cries turned into screams and both felt the power of both houses. Faya sighed and then shifted away

Minx...

When he finally appeared at the scene he saw that Faya had pulled their daughter unto her hip and was lecturing their middle child. A young devious boy named 'Ukiyo' meaning life.
'Now, that we have settled this, where is your older brother?' Faya sighed as she put Kiramiki on her feet. Ukiyo pointed at the window and Faya followed his sons' finger, down at the grounds surrounding the palace. The leading Lady of the Sûnilár House sighed and was not amuzed at what she saw.

Nope, not her day at all.

Her oldest son, Ryo, the little demon that looked way too much like his father had gotten himself in trouble, again. This time he had attracted the attention of a powerful demon. Her energy shifted, her posture changed and her eyes turned to black. Both children, that were in her prescence, instinctively took a few steps backward and looked at the sheer power of their mother. He would be the death of her one day.
Sesshoumaru crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. 'That is why I married your mother...' He smiled, as he looked down at the whelps, and saw the sheer admiration of the children for their mother. Faya looked from them at her Lord, inclinged her head at him and then shifted away.

The rat demon stopped in mid-attack as he saw the lady appear behind the boy, looking at him with a stoic face and raised eyebrow.
'Yeah... you're scared now...? Come and fight me...! Coward...' The boy taunted but the demon did nothing.
'Enough, Ryo!' Faya whispered at him, making the small boy nearly jump out of his skin. 'What did we tell you about bringing home demons that are stronger than you?' She asked as her eyes turned into a bloody red color and small fangs grew from her teeth. Ryo backed away and opened his mouth.
'Go inside, and report to your father, Ryo.' But the child didn't move and stood his ground and looked up at his mother.
'But...' He began and knew he had made a mistake when he saw the arch in his mothers' eyebrow. 'Don't you dare challenge me, son...' she continued through clenched teeth. 'Inside, now...' she said, having difficulty not to raise her voice at her son.

As the two were engaged in a conversation the ratdemon found a perfect opening and attacked the boy from the back. A hand wrapped itself around his wrist and squeezed it, draining it from blood and oxygyn. 'You dare and try to attack my son, in front of me.. and you think you can get away with that?' Faya asked as she looked at him. 'Are you stupid, or just suicidal?' she asked him. Faya then turned to her son and in a commanding voice she ordered him to go inside.
'Yes, mother...' He said and hung his shoulders.
'We'll talk afterward...' She continued in a diplomatic voice and did not look at him.

He shifted inside and Faya looked at the ratdemon in front of her and sighed. Another demon to kill, another day to protect the palace. It had become boring after a while. 'Look...' Faya began, but found herself crashing into the palace wall. 'Auw...' she said and looked at the demon, now one hundred feet away. '… impressive...' she said as she pulled a mock impressed face. '...not many can do that, you know...' She continued, and with that another fight began.

Sesshoumaru looked at his oldest son as he appeared at the other end of the hallway. With a loving pet on the heads of his children the other two left the hallway. 'Someone is trouble...' both siblings singsonged in a giggle as they passed him, causing Ryo to growl at them. The two raced out of the hallway now, laughing. Growling he followed his siblings leaving the hallway, if looks could kill, his siblings would be dead by now. 'Ryo.' He heard the voice of his father and he cringed. Sesshoumaru beckoned his oldest son to come toward him.

The young boy looked at the Lord of Sûnilár House, and all of a sudden the hallway seemed endless, and his father more distant than ever. The power that he emitted was sheer authority. The wall-high windows seemed taller than they were and made the shadow of his father on the opposite wall more menicing in a way. He swallowed and stopped next to him, turning to the window and they looked at how Faya was protecting their sanctuary. The silence that was hanging in the hallway was deafening and lay as a thick blanket over the two who watched the fight.

The only thing Ryo could hear was the gentle, composed, breathing of his father, and his own shallow, fearful breath. He knew instinctively he had crossed a line by attracting this demon.

'We are very angry with you Ryo.' He said, not looking at the boy. '… Your Mother and I can't keep getting you out of danger. You need to learn that these older demons are a lot stronger than you are and seen much more battles than you...' He began and looked at the fight.

'But..' Ryo began.

'I'm not finished, son...' and it was in that moment Sesshoumaru heard his own father speak. His father had held the same tone of voice when he was nearly killed by a demon that he had challenged. '… Do not forget the posistion you are in... and your birthright... you are just as important to this House as your siblings are.' He said as he finally understood his own fathers' words, when he had said those very same words to him. How much he was looking like his own father, every single day. He could see it when he would look in the mirror in the mornings... or when he would see his shadow from the corner of his eye. He shook his head, this was not the time to reminisce.

Ryo was near tears as he hopped from foot to another; and Sesshoumaru knew that his son was thinking about running away and staying. So much like him, because he too, had been thinking the same thing when he was his age.

Ryo, like him, chose the latter and pressed his palms in his eyes. Sesshoumaru bent through his knees and lay a loving hand on his sons' shoulder. Something his father hadn't done at the time. 'The demon you picked this time, is nearly as strong as your mother.' He said and the boy looked at his father as tears slid down his face. 'We don't want to lose you so shortly after gotten you...' he said and pulled him in a hug. 'And just between you and me, son, I know why you do it... it is just not your time yet...' Sesshoumaru continued as he rubbed the back of his son.

'Now, who is the emotional parent...?' A chuckle came from the side. Faya was leaning against the doorpost with her arms cross her chest and looked at the scene. Sesshoumaru had often called her over-emotional when it came to the triplets. Ryo sniffed and looked at his mother and when she nodded he ran up to her and hugged her tightly. 'You still need to be punnished for this. Go to your room and we don't want to hear another word from you, until you are picked up for lunch.' Sesshoumaru now said and Ryo nodded with a sad face. 'Go.' Faya said and he shifted away.

Faya sighed and wrapped a hand through her black hair. She noticed a hand in front of her face and looked up at her mate and smiled as she took it to help her up. He encircled her waist as both looked outside and she lay her head on his shoulder and felt how her mate kissed her crown. 'He's bringing home stronger demons. One day we won't be able to win from them.' She said.

'Are you getting old? Is that what you want to say?' And smirked as Faya hit his chest.
'Watch it, you...' She smiled
'What do you wanna do, then, huh?' He knew he made a mistake when she looked at him and smirked a devilish smile. 'I am a woman, Love... you know what they say about women...?'
'Please, enlighten me.' He answered her with a challenging smirk.
She was about to answer but was kissed instead. 'Don't, Hellhound...' she whispered against his lips. 'I have done this before, I will leave you steaming and then turn cruel on you... you know that...' She continued as pink fires danced in her eyes.
'Is that a threat, dear mate?' He asked with a raised brow.
'No, it is a promise, My Lord.' She giggled and he smiled down at her.

He was happy. He was loved, he was a husband, a Lord and most important, a father. What could one want more? Then he saw how her eyes became vacant. 'Not again...' He groaned, and as the vision swapped the mother of his whelps into another dimension, he pulled her close to his chest and shifted them both to the master bedroom. If he could change anything, he would make those blasted visions disappear.