Prolog
Hello. This is my first fic, so please be gentle. I am also spelling challenged so don't be surprised to see a few words that aren't strictly part of the English language.
I don't own Inu-Yasha or any related characters.
If your dumb enough to want to use my characters or story ideas feel free. If you repost this, ore send it to a friend or whatever, please attach my name to it.
Prolog: It seemed like a good idea at the time
It fell. It had been falling in this void for a long time. It had fallen, faster and faster, but if there was a bottom it wasn't any nearer than it had been when it started falling. It had been looking for a way out for an infinite amount of time, in this place were every moment happened at once, all through history. Ever cense, Nightmare, or Siegfred, had cast him into the chasm and closed the opening, it had been looking for any (I) way out. It had found one in a continent across from Europe, but it had been sealed, the same as the chasm. It was the same through all its searches, finding a way back to Time, seeing it sealed. There were unsealed ones in the past, but it had discovered it had to get out at exactly the same moment it had been thrown in.
As it fell, it had noticed something different this time. A seal in the past of Japan had weakened. It would keep looking for something else for now, but it could divide a little energy into weakening it more, maybe even tearing it.
Year 2003
It was done. After who knows how many years, it had made a tear in the seal over the well in Japan. It would feast on the souls of mortals once again. It pushed against the tear, trying force its way through. It's hilt stuck into the air. The guard rose after, fallowed by the end of the blade. Finally its eye was above out of the void. Seeing the world, it contain itself know longer. It jerked upward, eager to bask in human blood again. With that tug it pulled all of itself free. It was free! It would reign in pain and terror once more! The tear snapped shut, and it felt something pushing against it. IT heard the traitor Nightmare's voice one more time, for the last time.
"I am no longer your host, soul edge. I have the sword, soul caliber, and with it I have wrought my redemption. As soon as you leave the tear all the way, the weaving of this trap will crush you into shards, and scatter you across this place. And my ancestors will make sure you are never reassembled as soul caliber again"
As the weaving tightened against it, crushing it, it uttered the words that so many mortals had ended their existence with.
"Oops"
Hello. This is my first fic, so please be gentle. I am also spelling challenged so don't be surprised to see a few words that aren't strictly part of the English language.
I don't own Inu-Yasha or any related characters.
If your dumb enough to want to use my characters or story ideas feel free. If you repost this, ore send it to a friend or whatever, please attach my name to it.
Prolog: It seemed like a good idea at the time
It fell. It had been falling in this void for a long time. It had fallen, faster and faster, but if there was a bottom it wasn't any nearer than it had been when it started falling. It had been looking for a way out for an infinite amount of time, in this place were every moment happened at once, all through history. Ever cense, Nightmare, or Siegfred, had cast him into the chasm and closed the opening, it had been looking for any (I) way out. It had found one in a continent across from Europe, but it had been sealed, the same as the chasm. It was the same through all its searches, finding a way back to Time, seeing it sealed. There were unsealed ones in the past, but it had discovered it had to get out at exactly the same moment it had been thrown in.
As it fell, it had noticed something different this time. A seal in the past of Japan had weakened. It would keep looking for something else for now, but it could divide a little energy into weakening it more, maybe even tearing it.
Year 2003
It was done. After who knows how many years, it had made a tear in the seal over the well in Japan. It would feast on the souls of mortals once again. It pushed against the tear, trying force its way through. It's hilt stuck into the air. The guard rose after, fallowed by the end of the blade. Finally its eye was above out of the void. Seeing the world, it contain itself know longer. It jerked upward, eager to bask in human blood again. With that tug it pulled all of itself free. It was free! It would reign in pain and terror once more! The tear snapped shut, and it felt something pushing against it. IT heard the traitor Nightmare's voice one more time, for the last time.
"I am no longer your host, soul edge. I have the sword, soul caliber, and with it I have wrought my redemption. As soon as you leave the tear all the way, the weaving of this trap will crush you into shards, and scatter you across this place. And my ancestors will make sure you are never reassembled as soul caliber again"
As the weaving tightened against it, crushing it, it uttered the words that so many mortals had ended their existence with.
"Oops"