Soft feet padded through the knee-high grass. A thick burlap cloak hid the figure of the young woman, keeping her small body warm. Over her head was a hood, and the only thing seen in its dark cavity were two golden eyes. No longer did they hold the innocence of a ten year old child, but rather they were cold and hard.
No one should have seen what she saw.
Orphaned at age seven, she was left to wonder the streets with three other kids. None of them knew any other life, so they were happy. But one day, on the night of the festival no less, they were separated from each other.
A woman grabbed the two boys and dragged them inside her lean-to house. The old lady, you see, had no children of her own. And by dragging two from the street into her house, she thought she would have help for around the house.
Then there were only two of them left on the street. But the youngest of them, the one with yellow eyes, was scooped up by a fat, greasy man. From within her captor's giant arms, she could see her friend in the middle of the road. Shifting her brilliant amber eyes to farther up the trail, she saw a runaway horse, galloping down the road. She screamed as loud as she could, trying to warn the girl, but a swift knock to the head by the fat man and the young girl fell limp. But not before seeing her friend trampled by the mad beast.
She awoke in a stone chamber, with pillars every six feet or so. There was a small beam of light directly in the center of the room, but that only illuminated a small area. Behind the pillars it was pitch black. The young girl could hear something moving back there.
Her heart was beating so hard in her ears; she couldn't hear anything else but that. The demon slithered out from the shadows, revealing its snake-like body to her. Dark scales, like a knight's mail, covered the beast from nose to tail-tip. Its eyes were blood read—wild looking and unnatural.
They haven't fed me human in many years... the beast hissed. He slithered closer to the girl, licking her ankle. A young girl... it laughed this will be fun.
It shot forward, biting into her right leg. Surprisingly, as the girl yelled out, so did the demon.
What magic is this? What have you done to me? It screeched as its flesh began to burn away into gray ash.
The girls yellow eyes stared at her leg, where the demon's bite had already begun to heal. What is happening to me? she thought in wonder. But before she could figure anything out, another demon shot towards her.
She brought her hands up to fend it off; and, just like the other demon, burned away on contact of her skin. She smiled; a dangerous, murderous smile—one that should never be used by a ten-year-old.
The snake-demons were coming more quickly now. She had learned that there was some sort of power keeping them away from her. She became accustom to her power quickly, and she learned to extend her ability out towards the demons. Before they even touched her, they were dead. But, out of nowhere, a huge wave of energy pulsed through the room. It startled her and knocked her to her knees. The focus she had built up was lost. The demons took this opportunity to pounce on her all at once. There was no sign of her beneath the hundreds of demons. Seconds passed, and there was no sign of her.
From beneath all of the demons, her eyes squeezed shut. I will not die here. Not like this, and NOT by these filthy creatures. There is some power within me that I know I have been given for a reason. Humans are not given these abilities for nothing—there has to be something I am to do...
She lifted her power, like an umbrella, using all of her strength to push upwards. The snake-demons disintegrated in a split second, and she was left alone in the room. Her body, not used to the power, collapsed and her face fell under the single beam of light.
Under closer inspection, a tribal tattoo started to form itself on the middle of her forehead. The sign of the gods was faint, but there. It glowed for a brief moment, and then it faded, leaving behind a dark green god-mark known as a 'kiss'.
Blanket disclaimer (I will be adding this on all chapters, unless I forget):
I do not, and have never, owned Inuyasha or other characters created by RumikoTakahashi. All I ask is that I can mold them into my own fanfiction, for my own enjoyment and, I hope, yours as well. Enjoy.
Cola