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Chapter 12: War

It did not. It had just begun and even if all beginnings had an end, he had long lost hope for seeing it.

More carnage, more scarlet, life giving bloody rivers flowing through the earth, more cries of utter devastation rampaging through the air. Families broken and the body toll augmenting by each second passed.

For decades he had been contributing in this manslaughter, not matter his efforts in mitigating the damage, or the pain caused by death. Even his efforts in downplaying his skills in a vague attempt to reduce the attention of his superiors towards him and his capacity of massive liquidation were faltering.

With each battle fought, he had to demonstrate more and more of his abilities for warfare and survival for it was a necessity if he wanted to consider the possibility to live another day, even if it meant attracting attention. But if was better being noticed than lying dead in whatever hole his body may find if he died in the field.

And not to mention his magic; with each year that had pass, his magic had grown, surpassing in power the level he had reached in his old world, even if he didn't know, or even remember, the spells and conjurations. Of course, he had lived more than the old Harry and had practiced in secret his magic, as every weapon he could master was another tool that can be used to survive in this era.

One campaign was followed by another, never stopping, never ending. And when the enemy gained notice that the attacks weren't made by rebels or bandits, but by an organized group of fellow lords, the battles for conquest began, and with it; the Youkai War.

He knew he was in the wrong front. He was with the invaders, with the high and mighty lords who subjugated, imprisoned, black-mailed or lie to gain followers to his army to battle in war at His name.

He was the one who moved all the strands, coordinated all the moves and battled at the front, winning each and every encounter with His power and tactics. He was all that Voldemort wanted to be and never achieved; the indomitable and omnipotent conqueror of the lands of the east and the future of the West, the Great Dragon Bone Spirit Lord, Ryūkotsusei.

With Him came the Dragon race, powerful dragons of all type and kind, and probably the reason that he had been bought to those slavers long years ago and the basis of his increase in position, unusual for a Hanyou, even for a ¾ one; after all, he was, partially, of the same kind that of his leader.

Also, He gained allies; different lords who wanted to invade the prosperous lands of the West to benefit themselves: among them, the strong panther race, with his humongous Panther Lord.

Harry shook his head; it wouldn't do to think like that, wasting his time in such depressive matters. He stood from the rock he was sitting near the camping site.

He smiled, because no matter what the future behold, he would confront it head-on, he won't let himself be trampled, after all, he was a serpent hiding in lion clothes, and he still have not been killed even if he was in the middle of a fiery pride.

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"Stand up straight! Hurry up! What are you waiting for! This isn't some fancy ball you have to prepare! This is war, you stupid excuses for a demon! One would think that after the previous ones you would have at least learnt something about fighting, you little girls! Hurry up! And stop gossiping between yourself!" the shrill shout of the general resonated through the camp

Soldiers were scrambling for their weapons and preparing their rides, be it common horses to the most exotics ones, like salamanders, felines or even one undeveloped kind of miniature dragon. Commanders of garrisons, tenants and generals were putting their blaring voice to use, shouting orders left and right to any poor recruit who happened to be near them.

All the camp was vibrating with a mix of anticipation, excitement, fearfulness and nerves. It wasn't that this was their first mayor encounter with the enemy, but it was no skirmish. There would be blood and a high death toll. Nobody knew if this was the day they would leave this world for the other or the battle that would stop this war, winning or losing.

Outside of the madness, inside a little tent at the outskirts of camp, was a pale raven-headed male calmly preparing his weapons for the future confrontation. He knew that this battle would define the rest of their campaign; he could feel it in the air, in the ground. Change was coming, good or bad, but nothing would or could stop it from happening.

He rose from his sitting position and left the tent. He snapped his charcoal wings and with a powerful push, he elevated himself to the air. He spend a while just looking the camp from the air, until he found a few low-level demons scuttering around camp. With a smirk, he swiftly did a vertical fall to the ground; after all, it was always for the best to get a little practice before hand.

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Somewhere, at the far west, a young man was currently prowling the area at an incomprehensible to a simple human mind speed, moving promptly through the green scenery.

A loud shout accompanied with harsh panting stop him in his run. A battered soldier gasping for the precious air run the few meters separating the two, calming when he reached the silent figure and with a bow, he gave him an elegant papyrus scroll.

Pale hands extended to attain the letter, his long fingers curling around it. The trembling soldier waited at one side for the person to read the message with great anxiousness to leave his presence.

After a while, the figure looked up from his scroll and made a smile. Without even looking at the soldier, he turned towards the forest.

"Tell Father I would be there" he said to the awaiting soldier and with that he resumed his sprint, by passing trees and animals alike, silver hair glowing softly in the dark night. He had his orders, now it was a matter to accomplish them. Soon this war will be over, and the enemy would not know what had hit them.

A/N: And that's for today folks!

I would like to express my sincere thanks to all who had review/favorite/rewrite or read this story, it really is an inspiration to publish this chapters.

To answer the question of where this story is located in the Inu Yasha timeline, well this is approximately 300 years before the destruction of the Shikon no Tama, way before Inu Yasha was born.

I have tried to maintain this story as close as canon as possible, but also I had adapted certain details to accommodate my ideas, just to clarify any possible doubts.

So, if you have any more questions that I can answer do not doubt to write them to me!

I promise to answer at the best of my abilities without compromising the story!

C U Next chap!

Aria.