Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, nor will I ever. There, I've fullfilled my legal obligations, so I'm not going to say it again in later chapters.
Fallen Star
Prologue
by Jessa
Pitch black. That's all there was. There was no up, no down, no concept of time or motion. The only thing that existed besides the blackness was a single consciousness.
And that consciousness was bored.
Amid the emptiness of infinity, the consciousness had contemplated what it would do if freed from the void, for it had not always been there. It recalled light and grassy fields and cold swims in rivers on hot days. It remembered laughing at the antics of a companion and friend, and sorrow over the loss of a loved one.
Deep anguish blossomed as the consciousness reflected on its memories. An image formed itself; a girl, with hair the color of a raven's wing and eyes the shade of a dark, stormy sky. Her manner of dress was indecently abbreviated, and she held a bow and arrow, prepared to shoot.
Anguish flared into anger and hatred for this girl who had, seemingly effortlessly, banished the consciousness to the blackness, forever.
Now, if only there was a way back...
