Silver God
I do not own any characters form Inuyasha. And I do not own the story or the setting.
But even though I do wish I could own them
Things to know when reading this fic.
This is the character thinking
"This is the character talking"
(this is the writer talking)
Chapter 1:The attack
'A day as sunny as this I couldn't miss for the world'.
Thought the young girl of 18. She was young and starved for adventure. But that same adventure seeking side was what was holding her back. Arena always wanted nothing more than to make her parents happy. The problem was that her parents wanted her to be more like her sister Trista.
"I am nothing like Trista. I can never be like her."
With a sad expression written all over her face.
'Trista is gorgeous. Her beauty makes it seem that she was a gift from the gods. She always was loved, and everything came so easy for her. She always had the villagers looking at her. Many of the Lords and Princes of far away lands come to marvel at her beauty. Not like me. I am all clumsy, hard headed and also "One that could never be tamed", that is what my mother would always say about me.'
With that thought she went to find her loving mother to seek advice. Arena knew exactly were her mother was. She knew that she could always find her by the stove cooking. Arena than entered the hut to find sure enough her mother at the stove.
"Dear! Oh there you are I need you to go to the river and get some more water. It's running low." Said a voice with a hum to it.
The voice that always sounded like a melody when heard.
"Yes Mother I will after I get back I need to talk to you about something."
Arena than begin to make her way through the forest.
'I wonder why mom sent me by myself? It has been too dangerous to go into the forest alone. I just wish that the river were a lot closer. It's stupid to have to go for a half an hour to get to it.' Arena was so busy thinking about things so trivial that she didn't notice that she was being watched by some unforeseen demon in the shadows.
"Looks like a nice meal...." Came an ere voice in the shadows.
After an easy walk to the river Arena begin to fill the pot of water. While she was filling the pot of water a clanking could be heard. Arena than took her sword in hand to stop the irritating sound. In the village that she lived wasn't an ordinary village. This village was made up of the last clan of high-class ninjas. Her father naturally was the leader. Being so his daughters had to be highly classed warriors.
But it turned out that only one daughter was a warrior. Trista had all the looks and everything that any love stroked woman would. Arena had all of the skills of being a warrior. At first glance you would see a pretty young women coming to maturity, and can be a ditz and clumsy. But when it counted she was another person. As if by touching this worldly possession she turned into another person, as if possessed.
"Hello pretty." Said the voice that had been following her for quite some time.
" I was wondering when you were going to show your face. I know that you have been following me ever since I lift the safety of the village." Said a confident unfazed voice.
As soon as the words were passed to one another the demon lunged it's self at Arena. Arena easily dogged it. The demon grew anger and mad for having missed an easy prey such as her.
"I will kill you!"
In a fit of anger the demon grew faster as if the second wind just came to him. Arena was so surprised by this that she was caught of guard. The demon took this opportunity to attack her. Thrusting is clawed hand through her left shoulder. Arena than cried out in pain form the wound that was now a gash. But did not falter, she was trained for this so she was all to ready. She than countered and unsheathed her sword and cut the demons ugly head off. Arena than stood there triumphant over her victory.
She was gloating so much that she didn't remember about her wound. But all to soon she was reminded when she felt a great deal of pain. Arena than sat near a tree for support. How could I have been so sloppy? This isn't good at all I lost way too much blood. Darkness than begin to cloud her sight. Soon she was lying against a tree passed out.
"Jaken silence."
Was all that came form an emotionalist figure.
'Blood I wonder what ningen got it's self-killed. Feh. Might as well look over it'.
Sesshomaru than made his way toward the smell of blood. Leaving his faithful servant behind. As Sesshomaru came to a clearing by the river he saw the most odd-looking scene laid out.
To his right was a demon with his head severed. To his left he could see a young ningen propped up by a tree injured. The human must have killed it but wasn't strong enough to come out alive. Much to his surprise the ningen was staring right at him with her sword ready at hand.
'This foolish ningen thinks that she can beat me the Lord of the Western Lands?'
I do not own any characters form Inuyasha. And I do not own the story or the setting.
But even though I do wish I could own them
Things to know when reading this fic.
This is the character thinking
"This is the character talking"
(this is the writer talking)
Chapter 1:The attack
'A day as sunny as this I couldn't miss for the world'.
Thought the young girl of 18. She was young and starved for adventure. But that same adventure seeking side was what was holding her back. Arena always wanted nothing more than to make her parents happy. The problem was that her parents wanted her to be more like her sister Trista.
"I am nothing like Trista. I can never be like her."
With a sad expression written all over her face.
'Trista is gorgeous. Her beauty makes it seem that she was a gift from the gods. She always was loved, and everything came so easy for her. She always had the villagers looking at her. Many of the Lords and Princes of far away lands come to marvel at her beauty. Not like me. I am all clumsy, hard headed and also "One that could never be tamed", that is what my mother would always say about me.'
With that thought she went to find her loving mother to seek advice. Arena knew exactly were her mother was. She knew that she could always find her by the stove cooking. Arena than entered the hut to find sure enough her mother at the stove.
"Dear! Oh there you are I need you to go to the river and get some more water. It's running low." Said a voice with a hum to it.
The voice that always sounded like a melody when heard.
"Yes Mother I will after I get back I need to talk to you about something."
Arena than begin to make her way through the forest.
'I wonder why mom sent me by myself? It has been too dangerous to go into the forest alone. I just wish that the river were a lot closer. It's stupid to have to go for a half an hour to get to it.' Arena was so busy thinking about things so trivial that she didn't notice that she was being watched by some unforeseen demon in the shadows.
"Looks like a nice meal...." Came an ere voice in the shadows.
After an easy walk to the river Arena begin to fill the pot of water. While she was filling the pot of water a clanking could be heard. Arena than took her sword in hand to stop the irritating sound. In the village that she lived wasn't an ordinary village. This village was made up of the last clan of high-class ninjas. Her father naturally was the leader. Being so his daughters had to be highly classed warriors.
But it turned out that only one daughter was a warrior. Trista had all the looks and everything that any love stroked woman would. Arena had all of the skills of being a warrior. At first glance you would see a pretty young women coming to maturity, and can be a ditz and clumsy. But when it counted she was another person. As if by touching this worldly possession she turned into another person, as if possessed.
"Hello pretty." Said the voice that had been following her for quite some time.
" I was wondering when you were going to show your face. I know that you have been following me ever since I lift the safety of the village." Said a confident unfazed voice.
As soon as the words were passed to one another the demon lunged it's self at Arena. Arena easily dogged it. The demon grew anger and mad for having missed an easy prey such as her.
"I will kill you!"
In a fit of anger the demon grew faster as if the second wind just came to him. Arena was so surprised by this that she was caught of guard. The demon took this opportunity to attack her. Thrusting is clawed hand through her left shoulder. Arena than cried out in pain form the wound that was now a gash. But did not falter, she was trained for this so she was all to ready. She than countered and unsheathed her sword and cut the demons ugly head off. Arena than stood there triumphant over her victory.
She was gloating so much that she didn't remember about her wound. But all to soon she was reminded when she felt a great deal of pain. Arena than sat near a tree for support. How could I have been so sloppy? This isn't good at all I lost way too much blood. Darkness than begin to cloud her sight. Soon she was lying against a tree passed out.
"Jaken silence."
Was all that came form an emotionalist figure.
'Blood I wonder what ningen got it's self-killed. Feh. Might as well look over it'.
Sesshomaru than made his way toward the smell of blood. Leaving his faithful servant behind. As Sesshomaru came to a clearing by the river he saw the most odd-looking scene laid out.
To his right was a demon with his head severed. To his left he could see a young ningen propped up by a tree injured. The human must have killed it but wasn't strong enough to come out alive. Much to his surprise the ningen was staring right at him with her sword ready at hand.
'This foolish ningen thinks that she can beat me the Lord of the Western Lands?'