Okies, continuation. I wanted it to be one chapter, but my sister told me it was too long so I made it into two. This story may yet be thirty or forty chapters. It'd be like a whole book! Sorries for taking up your time. Well, enjoy! (^_^)
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and company belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz and company.
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Chapter 15 continued...
(or Chapter 16, it doesn't really matter)
She brought me to her house. It was a run-down shack of one room, but it was homely. So, my mother was an old peddler woman? I asked her if she abandoned me because I was the product of her being a whore, but she replied no with a laugh. No, she wasn't my biological mother, but she took care of me when I was an infant. In a way, she became attached to me, but when my mother took me back, she gave me up, but hoped the both of us a safe journey. She then told me the truth about my mother.
My mother was indeed a whore. Her parents sold her, when she was a young child, to slave traders because they had too many children in their family and not enough money to feed them all. They ruined her and deflowered her at a young age. Over time, she became a popular one among her customers and so she was given to many men at ridiculously high prices. She had tried to run away several times, but was caught each time and brutally punished.
She became pregnant many times and each time she gave birth, her masters always killed it. Her life went this way until she was an adult in her mid-twenties. She then met a man, a very rich man with a high rank. He was a general, a famous one for a great kingdom that no longer exists.
The man seemed to be like any other customer at first, but he treated my mother with so mush respect and loving care that she fell in love with him and he with her. Love, though, was not allowed to happen in a whorehouse. The man was intent on buying her, but had to go off to war. He left my mother with hopes and promises of returning to her. He also left her pregnant with a child, me. He was looking forward to having me with my mother and so gave my mother a present to someday give me. He was thirty-six at the time, or so I was told.
My mother continued to work for her masters, but when I was about five months, she fled after drugging her masters into a long sleep. She then came across a peddler woman who helped my mother up to the point when I was born. Throughout the whole time that she was gone, her masters had gone looking almost everywhere to find her. They finally found her and dragged her back to work. They punished her and slashed her heels so she would not run away again. My mother obeyed them until she managed to win their trust back and got them very drunk one night later.
My mother ran away again, but not very fast. Although they drank heavily, her masters recovered quickly and ran after her. She made it to the peddler's house and fled with me in her arms, leaving behind my father's present to me with the old peddler woman so that if I came back someday, she would give it to me. My mother passed a woman and begged for her help, but the lady refused to help her. That lady was my foster mother. She was on her way to commit suicide and saw no point in helping. So my mother continued on with me.
She didn't make it very far though. She made it to a rocky bank but her masters caught up with her and tried to punish her again and drag her back. My mother struggled and they pushed her. She fell, but I had fallen in the river, but luckily, I was in a basket. The river pulled me downstream until I landed on the bank where my foster mother found me. My mother, though, fell down on the rocks very hard and broke her skull. She died instantly.
Her masters feared that since they pushed her down she would haunt them beyond the grave and so fled. There ended the life of my mother, but the peddler woman told me more. From what she heard from her travels in the cities, was that the kingdom that my father was the general of, was in the state of war during the time he and my mother met, but the kingdom was demolished. My father died in the final battle alongside the king, his eldest brother. My father was thirty-seven, he was a great and famous general, a prince and a man in love who was ready to give all that up to become a father.
His name was Kai-shin...
The old peddler woman gave me a necklace that had a ring on it. On the ring was a red ruby and on the inside of the ring read Shin. I recalled that there did live a famous general that died defending his lost kingdom and many called him Shin, he was my father. So, I was the only surviving princess of a dead kingdom? So it was.
The old peddler woman brought me to the grave she made for my mother. I paid my respects and she then brought me to where my mother had died. The old peddler woman left me alone. I stayed there until night arrived. I knew that my mother was still there, I could feel her spirit. When the moon came out in the dark of the night, from the darkness came my mother's spirit. A ghostly apparition of her, but she was beautiful. It was no wonder why she was popular among her customers.
My mother was kind and warm to me, but I was angry with her, angry that she left me, angry that she had me at all. She apologized, but told me that she did not want me to live that kind of a life she had. She loved me the moment I came into the world. I was going to live a happy life with my father and her, but fate chose otherwise. She only came to see me that night, because she missed me. My father and she were lonely without me in the other world, but they wanted me to know that they loved me and hoped that my life was going okay.
I spoke nothing to her and she left me a few words before she left, but I stopped her. Why mother? Why didn't you run away with father? She couldn't. My mother may have been a good person to bed with, but she was as fragile as a delicate flower in the field. She was weak physically, it was a wonder on how she managed to give birth to all those babies, but if she had gone with my father, she could have died and I along with her. My father had many enemies, and they weren't just the opponents he faced on the field either. Women conquered the others for his affection alone. My mother was not ready for that.
I would have been at risk and so would have my mother. That's why she couldn't leave. It had been years and I managed to finally see my real mother, but only love for your parents could go real far. So when I tried to hug her, she faded away like smoke, but told me that she and my father wished for my happiness only and they loved me. Then she was gone.
I returned to the old peddler woman and gave her my thanks. She told me to be careful and watch my health and I said the same thing to her and left. Before I left, I wanted to say a final farewell to my foster father. He may have been a bad man to me, but he was the only father I knew and I wanted to pay my respects and my prayers of getting better to him. What I got, was not what I was expecting.
I arrived at the house to encounter my step-brother at the gate. He was taller, a little bit more buffer than when I saw him when I was eight. He was in a way, handsome, maybe a ladies' man or a player. Whatever he was, the grin he flashed at me and looks he gave me were not comforting. Pretty soon, I was fighting for my life. My brother had his own group of highly trained assassins and he had set them on me by surprise. It would be a miracle if I had survived it. I did end up living, in shackles and bruises all over me. I had defeated most of them, but I had begun to tire out and so my step-brother took a feint blow to me and took me out cold.
I awoke in shackles, but not in a comforting place. He had me stripped of my armor and most of my outer clothes and tied down to bed. The bed belonged to him. I didn't have to ask him what he wanted of me, I could see it in his eyes the moment he walked into that dark and foreboding room. I went ahead and asked anyway.
He told me that his master wanted me back. I was too good to let go. Just as long as I was brought back alive and strong enough, his master wouldn't care if I were deflowered by another man. That was the very idea that my step-brother had in mind. You see, we weren't blood brother of sister, heck, we weren't much of a family either, that much I could agree... but... that didn't mean that I would become his fucking slave. (hey, at least you get to see the two meanings of it!)
So he went ahead and had his fun anyway. I remember screaming and struggling, but no knight in shining armor could save me... but I did get saved, by someone I didn't expect. Before my "brother" could get to what he referred to as the "best part," in came my foster father who ruined my "brother's" little fun.
He couldn't have my brother deflowering me, if was just gross and undignified. I wasn't family to my brother's eyes, but to my foster father, I was the only daughter that he had with his first wife, the woman who he had truly loved. The only reason why he let my foster mother keep me was because he knew she was unhappy and so he let her have me so that she would be happy, even if my life would turn out bad due to my step-mother.
My brother laughed at our father. He then explained that it didn't matter either way because he wasn't his son either! This shocked my father. It turns out that his mother was already pregnant with him before she seduced my foster father to bed with her. She was using him too. She was just some random prostitute who wanted money.
My foster father then saw that everything that he had done was useless. He said that he had gone with my step-mother because he had done some wrong and could not turn back. At one point, he was in love with my foster mother, but he felt that he wasn't treating her right because he was always gone and so turned to another woman, hoping that my mother would decide to leave and never come back. She never did because she loved him too much to leave him.
Then, my step-brother took out a dagger out of nowhere and stabbed my foster father in the heart. He looked at me, apologized for everything because he did love me as his daughter and died. My step-brother only looked at our father with an evil smirk and returned his attentions to me.
I don't know what went on with me, but seeing the man who had been my father for as far as I could remember die in front of me, I just snapped. A strange power exploded from me and engulfed the whole room with its light as my brother screamed at the blinding light. When it receded, my shackles and the ropes tying me down were gone, so was my brother and everyone else in the house.
I found my armor and other clothes and took several days to return to where I had left Case. He was gone, but left me a message on where he was. I met up with him there and told him everything. He asked me how I was feeling, the only thing I could do was hug him and cry.
Later, we joined up with a group that wanted to destroy my former master and his plans of conquering the world. When the final battle arrived, we went to his castle, but he knew we were coming.
We were caught and brought to him. He then revealed that he was the man that I knew when I was eight. In truth, he was two people, but had become one. He was the second Kaiser Assassin or actually, was one of the second Kaiser Assassins. The first Kaiser Assassin, after obtaining the ancient sword that was given to me, trained the second Kaiser Assassin along with another, but due to his lust for power, the first Kaiser Assassin killed him and named his other student to continue on for him.
My former master told us that he was after the sword because it was the power he desired, but did not realize that I had it. The other person was actually the man that I had fallen in love with at the age of eight. He was a traveling scholar, but he came upon the discovery of the phoenix, that it was indeed a true creature that still lived. He wanted to find this magnificent creature of fire, of rebirth and of the down that could bring the dead back to life.
Later, he met with the spirit of the failed student of the first Kaiser Assassin. With promises to one another, he accepted the spirit willingly. They then became one.
The spirit wanted the sword's power and the scholar wanted the phoenix. Then they figured out somehow that the sword was the phoenix. They wanted the sword and their desire became one as did the body and the spirit. They were one person now. Using a strange spell, they managed to make the sword take shape and become the phoenix. He used a spell to contain the phoenix. This magnificent beast was not used to being contained and could not escape, so Case and I used whatever power we had left to free it. It was hard, but we did it and the phoenix was free.
The phoenix burned my former master's lackeys to ashes, but when it turned to my former master, I could not let it kill the man whom I had loved since childhood. The phoenix could not let him live though. Its mission was to destroy evil. I begged and begged the phoenix to let him live, it finally complied, but would only allow him to live for several minutes before he would die. I ran to him and held him in my arms as he died. He apologized to me and told me that he loved me.
Imagine that! The man who I had loved, an evil one as others saw, was telling me that he had loved me! No, along the way, he had fallen for me and could not kill me. That was why I got away so many times. He died soon afterwards.
How could I have let a great man like him die? I don't know. The phoenix then asked me if I wanted to make a wish. I was its priestess and so when awaken, I could make a wish, but I could not wish back the dead whose deaths were necessary for life to go on. I could not wish my former master back to life so what was I to do?
I wished for the country to return to normal, before my former master had tainted it with his evil. The phoenix granted my wish and went back to its sleep. The country did return to the way it was before it became dark, but the Magik and Dragon Clan were to be remained in their graves.
Case and I went to live on the countryside in solitude, but close to civilization. We laid down the swords and promised never to become what was once Crimson Moon and Shade as we started a new life together.
We lived in peace and happiness for two years until one day, some unknown men came to the village near us and pillaged it. Case and I went to help, but I noticed that the way they acted were far different than those of bandits or thieves. They killed all men, women, elders and children so there were no survivors and they took no money with them.
We fought most of them, but they were too much for us. The both of us had laid down the sword for two years and so picking it up was rather odd, but before we could get use to it, they killed Case in front of my eyes. His blood spilled to the ground and his body came after, lifeless... dead...
I don't know what happened to me, I just snapped and became Crimson Moon again. I was cold, angry and gave no mercy to those that I slew, but even though I killed many, they kept coming and finally struck me down. They were somewhat lazy and did not check to see if I was still alive or dead.
I was mortally wounded and weak and fell unconscious for a long time. When I had finally awoken, it had been four days since the slaughter. A wandering monk had buried the dead and brought me back to health, but I left the moment I got better. The monk bided me a safe journey and to not let my anger get to me or I would be no better than those who killed the villagers and my beloved Case.
I followed rumors and my instincts on where the murderous men could be and ended up meeting up with the leader of the clan of the Lost Souls. He offered to help me find those murderers only if I helped to protect Shatura from its enemies. I accepted. One small price to pay to get what I wanted, revenge. I don't care about becoming Crimson Moon again. I don't mind being one of the most feared assassins in the world again. I just want my revenge..."
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I think I was holding onto my breath the entire time she spoke because my breath came out in a rush as I quickly inhaled a bunch of air back into my lungs.
What a terrible life though, to live like that...
Rune sighed and raised her slightly teary face to look at us all.
"So, my lords, do you see any connections?" she asked, her voice on the verge of the breaking of a dam into rushing water.
"...A little... Rune, you said that... the entire Dragon Clan was wiped out?" asked my uncle.
A couple of tears slid down her cheeks. She nodded and bowed her head.
"How... can it be?" asked Lord InuTaisho.
"How can what be father?" asked Sesshoumaru.
"The Dragon Clan was supposedly wiped out right? Well, how can that be if one of Naraku's henchmen is a Dragon Master?" wondered the king.
Naraku? Where have I heard that name before?...
Rune's head shot up, "Wh-what?!"
The youkai lord looked at her, "There is still one living child. He is a dark one. Very solemn and serious. He isn't one to mess with or meet up with at all. Many of my best soldiers were killed single-handedly by that man. Now, unless there were some other Dragon Clan out there, this one seems to be genuine Dragon material."
"But-that can't be! They were all massacred by my former master! He must be a fake or something because even the phoenix said that all those whose lives were necessary for the country to move on could not be reborn!" replied the eighteen-year old.
"Well, maybe fate decided to have a change of plans. Even the phoenix cannot change fate," my uncle said.
Fate?...
Suddenly, a man in tattered clothes and broken armor ran into the room as if it were a matter of life or death.
"Good grief man! What's happened to you?" asked the youkai lord.
"My lord! Th-that dragon man! H-he's outside at the g-gates and k-killing all the soldiers!!! He demands to s-see you or he-he'll kill everyone!!!" the man practically screamed through pants.
"He's here!!" exclaimed the king.
Everyone gasped. Rune, however, rushed out of the room in a mad fury. She was pissed.
"RUNE!!!" yelled Crimson Blade and I as we ran after her.
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Be prepared for more like this o come. I need to give background info on Crimson Blade and some on Crimson Dream. Yes, they are connected so there is a point to all this. If you don't understand these chappies, just tell me and I will explain okies? It was kinda hard for me to figure out what to write. Okay, R & R please! Thank you!
Disclaimer: Inuyasha and company belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, Viz and company.
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Chapter 15 continued...
(or Chapter 16, it doesn't really matter)
She brought me to her house. It was a run-down shack of one room, but it was homely. So, my mother was an old peddler woman? I asked her if she abandoned me because I was the product of her being a whore, but she replied no with a laugh. No, she wasn't my biological mother, but she took care of me when I was an infant. In a way, she became attached to me, but when my mother took me back, she gave me up, but hoped the both of us a safe journey. She then told me the truth about my mother.
My mother was indeed a whore. Her parents sold her, when she was a young child, to slave traders because they had too many children in their family and not enough money to feed them all. They ruined her and deflowered her at a young age. Over time, she became a popular one among her customers and so she was given to many men at ridiculously high prices. She had tried to run away several times, but was caught each time and brutally punished.
She became pregnant many times and each time she gave birth, her masters always killed it. Her life went this way until she was an adult in her mid-twenties. She then met a man, a very rich man with a high rank. He was a general, a famous one for a great kingdom that no longer exists.
The man seemed to be like any other customer at first, but he treated my mother with so mush respect and loving care that she fell in love with him and he with her. Love, though, was not allowed to happen in a whorehouse. The man was intent on buying her, but had to go off to war. He left my mother with hopes and promises of returning to her. He also left her pregnant with a child, me. He was looking forward to having me with my mother and so gave my mother a present to someday give me. He was thirty-six at the time, or so I was told.
My mother continued to work for her masters, but when I was about five months, she fled after drugging her masters into a long sleep. She then came across a peddler woman who helped my mother up to the point when I was born. Throughout the whole time that she was gone, her masters had gone looking almost everywhere to find her. They finally found her and dragged her back to work. They punished her and slashed her heels so she would not run away again. My mother obeyed them until she managed to win their trust back and got them very drunk one night later.
My mother ran away again, but not very fast. Although they drank heavily, her masters recovered quickly and ran after her. She made it to the peddler's house and fled with me in her arms, leaving behind my father's present to me with the old peddler woman so that if I came back someday, she would give it to me. My mother passed a woman and begged for her help, but the lady refused to help her. That lady was my foster mother. She was on her way to commit suicide and saw no point in helping. So my mother continued on with me.
She didn't make it very far though. She made it to a rocky bank but her masters caught up with her and tried to punish her again and drag her back. My mother struggled and they pushed her. She fell, but I had fallen in the river, but luckily, I was in a basket. The river pulled me downstream until I landed on the bank where my foster mother found me. My mother, though, fell down on the rocks very hard and broke her skull. She died instantly.
Her masters feared that since they pushed her down she would haunt them beyond the grave and so fled. There ended the life of my mother, but the peddler woman told me more. From what she heard from her travels in the cities, was that the kingdom that my father was the general of, was in the state of war during the time he and my mother met, but the kingdom was demolished. My father died in the final battle alongside the king, his eldest brother. My father was thirty-seven, he was a great and famous general, a prince and a man in love who was ready to give all that up to become a father.
His name was Kai-shin...
The old peddler woman gave me a necklace that had a ring on it. On the ring was a red ruby and on the inside of the ring read Shin. I recalled that there did live a famous general that died defending his lost kingdom and many called him Shin, he was my father. So, I was the only surviving princess of a dead kingdom? So it was.
The old peddler woman brought me to the grave she made for my mother. I paid my respects and she then brought me to where my mother had died. The old peddler woman left me alone. I stayed there until night arrived. I knew that my mother was still there, I could feel her spirit. When the moon came out in the dark of the night, from the darkness came my mother's spirit. A ghostly apparition of her, but she was beautiful. It was no wonder why she was popular among her customers.
My mother was kind and warm to me, but I was angry with her, angry that she left me, angry that she had me at all. She apologized, but told me that she did not want me to live that kind of a life she had. She loved me the moment I came into the world. I was going to live a happy life with my father and her, but fate chose otherwise. She only came to see me that night, because she missed me. My father and she were lonely without me in the other world, but they wanted me to know that they loved me and hoped that my life was going okay.
I spoke nothing to her and she left me a few words before she left, but I stopped her. Why mother? Why didn't you run away with father? She couldn't. My mother may have been a good person to bed with, but she was as fragile as a delicate flower in the field. She was weak physically, it was a wonder on how she managed to give birth to all those babies, but if she had gone with my father, she could have died and I along with her. My father had many enemies, and they weren't just the opponents he faced on the field either. Women conquered the others for his affection alone. My mother was not ready for that.
I would have been at risk and so would have my mother. That's why she couldn't leave. It had been years and I managed to finally see my real mother, but only love for your parents could go real far. So when I tried to hug her, she faded away like smoke, but told me that she and my father wished for my happiness only and they loved me. Then she was gone.
I returned to the old peddler woman and gave her my thanks. She told me to be careful and watch my health and I said the same thing to her and left. Before I left, I wanted to say a final farewell to my foster father. He may have been a bad man to me, but he was the only father I knew and I wanted to pay my respects and my prayers of getting better to him. What I got, was not what I was expecting.
I arrived at the house to encounter my step-brother at the gate. He was taller, a little bit more buffer than when I saw him when I was eight. He was in a way, handsome, maybe a ladies' man or a player. Whatever he was, the grin he flashed at me and looks he gave me were not comforting. Pretty soon, I was fighting for my life. My brother had his own group of highly trained assassins and he had set them on me by surprise. It would be a miracle if I had survived it. I did end up living, in shackles and bruises all over me. I had defeated most of them, but I had begun to tire out and so my step-brother took a feint blow to me and took me out cold.
I awoke in shackles, but not in a comforting place. He had me stripped of my armor and most of my outer clothes and tied down to bed. The bed belonged to him. I didn't have to ask him what he wanted of me, I could see it in his eyes the moment he walked into that dark and foreboding room. I went ahead and asked anyway.
He told me that his master wanted me back. I was too good to let go. Just as long as I was brought back alive and strong enough, his master wouldn't care if I were deflowered by another man. That was the very idea that my step-brother had in mind. You see, we weren't blood brother of sister, heck, we weren't much of a family either, that much I could agree... but... that didn't mean that I would become his fucking slave. (hey, at least you get to see the two meanings of it!)
So he went ahead and had his fun anyway. I remember screaming and struggling, but no knight in shining armor could save me... but I did get saved, by someone I didn't expect. Before my "brother" could get to what he referred to as the "best part," in came my foster father who ruined my "brother's" little fun.
He couldn't have my brother deflowering me, if was just gross and undignified. I wasn't family to my brother's eyes, but to my foster father, I was the only daughter that he had with his first wife, the woman who he had truly loved. The only reason why he let my foster mother keep me was because he knew she was unhappy and so he let her have me so that she would be happy, even if my life would turn out bad due to my step-mother.
My brother laughed at our father. He then explained that it didn't matter either way because he wasn't his son either! This shocked my father. It turns out that his mother was already pregnant with him before she seduced my foster father to bed with her. She was using him too. She was just some random prostitute who wanted money.
My foster father then saw that everything that he had done was useless. He said that he had gone with my step-mother because he had done some wrong and could not turn back. At one point, he was in love with my foster mother, but he felt that he wasn't treating her right because he was always gone and so turned to another woman, hoping that my mother would decide to leave and never come back. She never did because she loved him too much to leave him.
Then, my step-brother took out a dagger out of nowhere and stabbed my foster father in the heart. He looked at me, apologized for everything because he did love me as his daughter and died. My step-brother only looked at our father with an evil smirk and returned his attentions to me.
I don't know what went on with me, but seeing the man who had been my father for as far as I could remember die in front of me, I just snapped. A strange power exploded from me and engulfed the whole room with its light as my brother screamed at the blinding light. When it receded, my shackles and the ropes tying me down were gone, so was my brother and everyone else in the house.
I found my armor and other clothes and took several days to return to where I had left Case. He was gone, but left me a message on where he was. I met up with him there and told him everything. He asked me how I was feeling, the only thing I could do was hug him and cry.
Later, we joined up with a group that wanted to destroy my former master and his plans of conquering the world. When the final battle arrived, we went to his castle, but he knew we were coming.
We were caught and brought to him. He then revealed that he was the man that I knew when I was eight. In truth, he was two people, but had become one. He was the second Kaiser Assassin or actually, was one of the second Kaiser Assassins. The first Kaiser Assassin, after obtaining the ancient sword that was given to me, trained the second Kaiser Assassin along with another, but due to his lust for power, the first Kaiser Assassin killed him and named his other student to continue on for him.
My former master told us that he was after the sword because it was the power he desired, but did not realize that I had it. The other person was actually the man that I had fallen in love with at the age of eight. He was a traveling scholar, but he came upon the discovery of the phoenix, that it was indeed a true creature that still lived. He wanted to find this magnificent creature of fire, of rebirth and of the down that could bring the dead back to life.
Later, he met with the spirit of the failed student of the first Kaiser Assassin. With promises to one another, he accepted the spirit willingly. They then became one.
The spirit wanted the sword's power and the scholar wanted the phoenix. Then they figured out somehow that the sword was the phoenix. They wanted the sword and their desire became one as did the body and the spirit. They were one person now. Using a strange spell, they managed to make the sword take shape and become the phoenix. He used a spell to contain the phoenix. This magnificent beast was not used to being contained and could not escape, so Case and I used whatever power we had left to free it. It was hard, but we did it and the phoenix was free.
The phoenix burned my former master's lackeys to ashes, but when it turned to my former master, I could not let it kill the man whom I had loved since childhood. The phoenix could not let him live though. Its mission was to destroy evil. I begged and begged the phoenix to let him live, it finally complied, but would only allow him to live for several minutes before he would die. I ran to him and held him in my arms as he died. He apologized to me and told me that he loved me.
Imagine that! The man who I had loved, an evil one as others saw, was telling me that he had loved me! No, along the way, he had fallen for me and could not kill me. That was why I got away so many times. He died soon afterwards.
How could I have let a great man like him die? I don't know. The phoenix then asked me if I wanted to make a wish. I was its priestess and so when awaken, I could make a wish, but I could not wish back the dead whose deaths were necessary for life to go on. I could not wish my former master back to life so what was I to do?
I wished for the country to return to normal, before my former master had tainted it with his evil. The phoenix granted my wish and went back to its sleep. The country did return to the way it was before it became dark, but the Magik and Dragon Clan were to be remained in their graves.
Case and I went to live on the countryside in solitude, but close to civilization. We laid down the swords and promised never to become what was once Crimson Moon and Shade as we started a new life together.
We lived in peace and happiness for two years until one day, some unknown men came to the village near us and pillaged it. Case and I went to help, but I noticed that the way they acted were far different than those of bandits or thieves. They killed all men, women, elders and children so there were no survivors and they took no money with them.
We fought most of them, but they were too much for us. The both of us had laid down the sword for two years and so picking it up was rather odd, but before we could get use to it, they killed Case in front of my eyes. His blood spilled to the ground and his body came after, lifeless... dead...
I don't know what happened to me, I just snapped and became Crimson Moon again. I was cold, angry and gave no mercy to those that I slew, but even though I killed many, they kept coming and finally struck me down. They were somewhat lazy and did not check to see if I was still alive or dead.
I was mortally wounded and weak and fell unconscious for a long time. When I had finally awoken, it had been four days since the slaughter. A wandering monk had buried the dead and brought me back to health, but I left the moment I got better. The monk bided me a safe journey and to not let my anger get to me or I would be no better than those who killed the villagers and my beloved Case.
I followed rumors and my instincts on where the murderous men could be and ended up meeting up with the leader of the clan of the Lost Souls. He offered to help me find those murderers only if I helped to protect Shatura from its enemies. I accepted. One small price to pay to get what I wanted, revenge. I don't care about becoming Crimson Moon again. I don't mind being one of the most feared assassins in the world again. I just want my revenge..."
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I think I was holding onto my breath the entire time she spoke because my breath came out in a rush as I quickly inhaled a bunch of air back into my lungs.
What a terrible life though, to live like that...
Rune sighed and raised her slightly teary face to look at us all.
"So, my lords, do you see any connections?" she asked, her voice on the verge of the breaking of a dam into rushing water.
"...A little... Rune, you said that... the entire Dragon Clan was wiped out?" asked my uncle.
A couple of tears slid down her cheeks. She nodded and bowed her head.
"How... can it be?" asked Lord InuTaisho.
"How can what be father?" asked Sesshoumaru.
"The Dragon Clan was supposedly wiped out right? Well, how can that be if one of Naraku's henchmen is a Dragon Master?" wondered the king.
Naraku? Where have I heard that name before?...
Rune's head shot up, "Wh-what?!"
The youkai lord looked at her, "There is still one living child. He is a dark one. Very solemn and serious. He isn't one to mess with or meet up with at all. Many of my best soldiers were killed single-handedly by that man. Now, unless there were some other Dragon Clan out there, this one seems to be genuine Dragon material."
"But-that can't be! They were all massacred by my former master! He must be a fake or something because even the phoenix said that all those whose lives were necessary for the country to move on could not be reborn!" replied the eighteen-year old.
"Well, maybe fate decided to have a change of plans. Even the phoenix cannot change fate," my uncle said.
Fate?...
Suddenly, a man in tattered clothes and broken armor ran into the room as if it were a matter of life or death.
"Good grief man! What's happened to you?" asked the youkai lord.
"My lord! Th-that dragon man! H-he's outside at the g-gates and k-killing all the soldiers!!! He demands to s-see you or he-he'll kill everyone!!!" the man practically screamed through pants.
"He's here!!" exclaimed the king.
Everyone gasped. Rune, however, rushed out of the room in a mad fury. She was pissed.
"RUNE!!!" yelled Crimson Blade and I as we ran after her.
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Be prepared for more like this o come. I need to give background info on Crimson Blade and some on Crimson Dream. Yes, they are connected so there is a point to all this. If you don't understand these chappies, just tell me and I will explain okies? It was kinda hard for me to figure out what to write. Okay, R & R please! Thank you!