It's been forever since I've written a story and posted it up. I kind of gave up on my other stories. Well, maybe I'll continue them someday, but I probably will never put them up. I've got a load of other stories that I haven't even finished or even put up, but it's all right. Well, my sisters complain to me that if I don't at least write down the plot of the story or even the summary, I'll lose those stories cause I've got them all stuck in my head and some of the stories are gone by now. Anyways, this is getting too long so just read the story.
The Inuyasha guys and gals are property of Rumiko Takahashi and everything else that belongs to her. This story is mine! mine! mine!
Prologue
Long ago, the country of Shatura was once a peaceful land. Weapons were barely forged and rarely used. It was the golden age of Shatura for the two godly princes, the founders of Shatura, were watching down upon the kingdom. Shatura's people went about their lives without worry or fear of attack from any neighboring kingdom...
Then, Neising, Shatura's neighboring kingdom, attacked without warning. Villages were burned down and people were raped from their pride and honor. Few people rose up to fight Neising, those who knew how to wield a weapon or use magic, but many had not learned how to fight since they were born. Shatura was utterly defenseless and Neising took the kingdom's capital.
Yet, two brothers, risen from the farmhand work of peasants, gathered an army and fought against Neising. The people believed that they were the two godly princes and had returned to save their kingdom. Not expecting the defense, Neising was defeated and the capital returned to Shatura. Though many rejoiced in the defeat of Neising. One problem rose up...
When Shatura was founded by the two founding princes, the dark arts, the manipulation of darkness to your own will, were forbidden to be used or taught. They had used the dark arts to use in the war that was to lead to the creation of Shatura, but the damage was catastrophic. The dark arts were to be never used again and were sealed away in the writings of a sacred scroll and hidden away for all eternity. The people were never to learn of it for as long as they lived and for future generations... Little did they know that one of the brothers, who arose from a peasant into a great leader, would become the one to break the law and become the master of the dark arts.
The dark arts was taught in silence to some fighters to help end the war and it did help end the war, but not the insecurity of the people. The law was broken and the penalty was death, but many did not wish for the death of one of their saviors or of their family and friends yet wanted the existence of the dark arts gone from their minds. Sadly, the brother of light banished his only blood kin and his followers of darkness from their beloved kingdom.
The land of Shatura prospered throughout the years and many great descendants brought great fruits of success to Shatura... Although Shatura was prosperous, many outsiders wanted to claim it, but were always hindered by some unknown force aside from Shatura's great warriors of Light. Many of Shatura's people had no clue who their hidden allies were and were grateful to whoever they might be...
They had no idea that Shatura's lost children of the Dark, still loved her. Although banished and shamed, her lost children managed to fend for themselves and their survival and battle skills grew as the years rolled on. Only when Shatura was in trouble, would her Dark children return home and defend it then leave without her knowing. Although Shatura had forgotten her children, they never forgot her and would always defend her and her people...
So? Okay, it's been a LONG time since I've written a story so it is probably very bad right now. Just review.
The Inuyasha guys and gals are property of Rumiko Takahashi and everything else that belongs to her. This story is mine! mine! mine!
Prologue
Long ago, the country of Shatura was once a peaceful land. Weapons were barely forged and rarely used. It was the golden age of Shatura for the two godly princes, the founders of Shatura, were watching down upon the kingdom. Shatura's people went about their lives without worry or fear of attack from any neighboring kingdom...
Then, Neising, Shatura's neighboring kingdom, attacked without warning. Villages were burned down and people were raped from their pride and honor. Few people rose up to fight Neising, those who knew how to wield a weapon or use magic, but many had not learned how to fight since they were born. Shatura was utterly defenseless and Neising took the kingdom's capital.
Yet, two brothers, risen from the farmhand work of peasants, gathered an army and fought against Neising. The people believed that they were the two godly princes and had returned to save their kingdom. Not expecting the defense, Neising was defeated and the capital returned to Shatura. Though many rejoiced in the defeat of Neising. One problem rose up...
When Shatura was founded by the two founding princes, the dark arts, the manipulation of darkness to your own will, were forbidden to be used or taught. They had used the dark arts to use in the war that was to lead to the creation of Shatura, but the damage was catastrophic. The dark arts were to be never used again and were sealed away in the writings of a sacred scroll and hidden away for all eternity. The people were never to learn of it for as long as they lived and for future generations... Little did they know that one of the brothers, who arose from a peasant into a great leader, would become the one to break the law and become the master of the dark arts.
The dark arts was taught in silence to some fighters to help end the war and it did help end the war, but not the insecurity of the people. The law was broken and the penalty was death, but many did not wish for the death of one of their saviors or of their family and friends yet wanted the existence of the dark arts gone from their minds. Sadly, the brother of light banished his only blood kin and his followers of darkness from their beloved kingdom.
The land of Shatura prospered throughout the years and many great descendants brought great fruits of success to Shatura... Although Shatura was prosperous, many outsiders wanted to claim it, but were always hindered by some unknown force aside from Shatura's great warriors of Light. Many of Shatura's people had no clue who their hidden allies were and were grateful to whoever they might be...
They had no idea that Shatura's lost children of the Dark, still loved her. Although banished and shamed, her lost children managed to fend for themselves and their survival and battle skills grew as the years rolled on. Only when Shatura was in trouble, would her Dark children return home and defend it then leave without her knowing. Although Shatura had forgotten her children, they never forgot her and would always defend her and her people...
So? Okay, it's been a LONG time since I've written a story so it is probably very bad right now. Just review.