Disclaimers: I do NOT own Inuyasha or any of its characters.
Sorry about the long update periods, but I can only work on my fic during the weekends, and I'll be lucky to pull off even that next weekend...lots of school stuff. -_-
And now for my reviewers...*hands them all a 12-foot pie*
Me: Alright, I'll answer it this time you fiend :P
Well, I consider Sango as a strong girl: I can't really imagine her moping about all day and slowing everyone down so drastically. My fic, my rules ( :D , just kidding )
Kaylana: O_O'' Methinks you know a little too much about poisons...*creeps away* Just kidding! :D And I never said Sango KNEW Miroku was alive, she just sensed that he might be kicking still.
The-Great-Monk-Girl: *Stares at screen furiously typing* UPDATED!!! :D
Tache: Thanks! :D
Izu: Oh, you'll find out... 8 )
Frank the Mutant Pickle: *Munches on cookies: thanks for these by the way* Meh, I was just a bit cautious on mixing Inuyasha with fantastical magic and etc. At some other websites I think people don't like it if good ol Inuyasha got mixed up with anything else. -_-
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"O-otousan?!"
His father smiled as he looked upon his younger reflection, his eyes shining bright from joy and unshead tears.
"It's good to see you again, son." Laughing joyously, both men gripped each other in a tight embrace. But then Miroku noticed something odd...
"Father? Umm... why don't you look any older? It's been about fifteen years since we last met and...well, you don't look a day older than twenty five."
The grin on his face fading slightly, he said, "It's a long story son. I'll tell you when we get to our hideout. It's not safe out here, as you obviously have seen." Nodding, Miroku followed his father into the earthen, jagged horizon. But as they left...
"Wait, our? What do you mean, 'our'?"
"As I said, I'll tell you when we get there. But come quickly, we might have more demons on our trail." And so they ran off into the fading sun, the cry of some sort of youkai howling through the great stone pillars...
-A bit later, inside the hideout-
(A/N: alright folks, this is when all the weird stuff are explained, so sit tight.)
The cave was a rather large one, roomy and Spartan as there was almost no furniture except for two large piles of fur, of which Miroku assumed were beds. A large number of scrolls were stacked neatly in one pile near a far corner, and to the left of it sat a middle aged man poring over a few parchments. Sensing the presence of the two men, he turned around, his face looking oddly familiar...
In a solemn but slightly playful voice he announced, "So, Miroshin, looks like the third generation of our family's stuck in here, eh?" Turning to his grandson, Mirosuke gave a smile and clapped a hand upon Miroku's shoulder. "It's good to finally see you again, grandson."
"And the same to you, grandfather."
Politely interrupting their little reunion, Miroshin said, "Miroku, I promised you to answer your questions from earlier. Sit, if you may.
"Now I would think the first thing on your mind is, 'How did I come up with such an attack with a few words?'" Rather surprised, Miroku nodded dumbly and allowed his father to continue on.
"This is because this world is not Japan. It is not the land we were born, raised, or fought in. We don't really know how this place got here or why, we just know what it is used for.
"The reason you and I don't require food or water to survive is because of the elements: as far as we know those who are human, or have human blood inside them, are spiritually connected to one of the seven elements: Light, Dark, Nature, Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. Our entire family seems to be connected to the element of Wind. So as long as the light shines, the shadows lurk, life thrives, the earth rumbles, the flames burn, the winds roar and the waters churn, we are sustained both physically and mentally. We only need a day or two of rest to fully recover our strength. This, however, is not saying that we are immortal. We've seen normal humans who we sucked in here slaughtered by merciless bands of youkai despite their newfound powers.
"As for your powers... we're not one hundred percent sure yet, but each element can be controlled by chanting a certain encantation, as I demonstrated to you earlier today. Or, if you're willpower overtakes the element inside you, you may be able to cast spells without encantations. This doesn't happen often, however. Oh, and one last thing: we can teach you a few spells ourselves, but the rest of them you must find for yourself."
Taking a few minutes to absorb all this new information, Miroku found himself quite stunned.
"So what you're saying is...our voids are portals that lead into this world?" both of the older men nodded. "Then, why are you two so young looking? Surely not some sort of spell?"
Mirosuke replied, "And it wasn't. It seems like in this world, nobody ages. So we're essentially invulnerable against naturally caused deaths like disease, old age, and the like."
Intrigued, Miroku was silent for a few minutes again. Then he asked, "So what is the use of this world?"
"Well, it seems that a long while ago a demonologist decided to capture a few specimens of demons and experiment on them. Of course, capturing them was difficult, so he tried to develop a technique to create them out of basic materials, a combination of the seven elements: light and dark for the mind, nature for the breath of life, fire for the blood, earth for the flesh, water for the soul and wind for their breath.
"However, when his creations turned out to be rather weak, he realized that he needed a world that amplified the powers of each element. So, he managed to catch a powerful sorcerer off guard and forced her into creating this world. After setting up a base of operations, he began manufacturing his own living, breathing, thinking demons. But it seemed that his own creations turned on him: if I recall correctly a hoard of his own demons merged with him after subduing him into one powerful half-demon. It seems that because the demons are created from a balance of all the elements, they are both physically and mentally boosted: that might be able to explain why you seemed to have some trouble with that mantis demon from earlier. As for the hanyou, whom we have come to call 'Akuma', controls the element of Nature, so he can still create his own swarm of demons at will. He's our greatest threat here, and only our wits and our Wind powers have kept your grandfather and I alive."
Nodding in understanding, Miroku said, "So perhaps that's why Naraku created a portal to that world: after we are sucked in we are thrust by ourselves into a hostile world full od demons. How characteristic of him..."
Standing up, Miroshin said, "Well, son, if you're going to survive, you better have at first a better understanding of all the elements." He tossed his son a piece of parchment that contained in faded writing about a book's worth of knowledge:
"Written here is knowledge of the elements of this world:
Fire: The wielders of the flame can manipulate any size of fire and amplify it or decrease its size and intensity, regardless of how large or small the initial flame size is. A fire elementalist can also control Lightning and can immolate himself or others at will.
Wind: The sorcerers of the gale can create winds so strong as to lift boulders and toss them like pebbles or create tornadoes that can impale a full-grown demon easily. They can levitate themselves or others, and the powers of Poison are under their command.
Water: The dancers of the river can instantly turn any body of water into scalding steam or freezing ice. They can simply create water out of thin air and control it with the grace of the rivers themselves. Water elementalists can also manipulate Ice as if it were a mere plaything. Also, they can liquefy themselves or others in times of need.
Earth: The guardians of the mountains control the very thing that we stand on. Earthquakes and rockslides are child's play to them, and they can even pull the stars out of the sky and obliterate their enemies in such a fashion. At will they can instantly shatter any solid object that comes within contact with their flesh. The sub element of Lava is under their command.
Nature: The druids of the forests are the masters of creating life in any climate or area, regardless of weather of temperature. Forests instantly spring up from bare rocks, and animals and the plants willingly sacrifice themselves to protect the Nature elementalist. At will, they can change the body of a living creature from flesh to wood.
Light: The heralds of the light rule everything that gives off light from the Sun and the Moon to the sputtering torch. They can sear through the thickest armor and hardest rock with beams of bright light and create illusions that can fool the weak of mind.
Dark: The shinobi of the dark are the puppeteers of the shadows. Their negative energy can sap the strength and will power of any sentient being and fill them with darkness. They are the masters of deception and at will they can instantly remove one's soul from their body: however, if the willpower of the victim is strong enough, they can overthrow the attempts of the elementalist.
And so here is written the Seven Elements of the world."
Setting the scroll down on the desk, Miroku noticed that his sires were all asleep on their futons. As he lay himself down to rest from his exertions, he wondered, 'My dear Sango... are you thinking of me as you toil your way to Naraku?'
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Hmm, this chapter was a bit longer than the rest...
I hope I didn't bore you guys out with my little lecture on the elements here. ^_^''
Read and Review!!!!
Sorry about the long update periods, but I can only work on my fic during the weekends, and I'll be lucky to pull off even that next weekend...lots of school stuff. -_-
And now for my reviewers...*hands them all a 12-foot pie*
Me: Alright, I'll answer it this time you fiend :P
Well, I consider Sango as a strong girl: I can't really imagine her moping about all day and slowing everyone down so drastically. My fic, my rules ( :D , just kidding )
Kaylana: O_O'' Methinks you know a little too much about poisons...*creeps away* Just kidding! :D And I never said Sango KNEW Miroku was alive, she just sensed that he might be kicking still.
The-Great-Monk-Girl: *Stares at screen furiously typing* UPDATED!!! :D
Tache: Thanks! :D
Izu: Oh, you'll find out... 8 )
Frank the Mutant Pickle: *Munches on cookies: thanks for these by the way* Meh, I was just a bit cautious on mixing Inuyasha with fantastical magic and etc. At some other websites I think people don't like it if good ol Inuyasha got mixed up with anything else. -_-
""= Speech
''= Thoughts
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"O-otousan?!"
His father smiled as he looked upon his younger reflection, his eyes shining bright from joy and unshead tears.
"It's good to see you again, son." Laughing joyously, both men gripped each other in a tight embrace. But then Miroku noticed something odd...
"Father? Umm... why don't you look any older? It's been about fifteen years since we last met and...well, you don't look a day older than twenty five."
The grin on his face fading slightly, he said, "It's a long story son. I'll tell you when we get to our hideout. It's not safe out here, as you obviously have seen." Nodding, Miroku followed his father into the earthen, jagged horizon. But as they left...
"Wait, our? What do you mean, 'our'?"
"As I said, I'll tell you when we get there. But come quickly, we might have more demons on our trail." And so they ran off into the fading sun, the cry of some sort of youkai howling through the great stone pillars...
-A bit later, inside the hideout-
(A/N: alright folks, this is when all the weird stuff are explained, so sit tight.)
The cave was a rather large one, roomy and Spartan as there was almost no furniture except for two large piles of fur, of which Miroku assumed were beds. A large number of scrolls were stacked neatly in one pile near a far corner, and to the left of it sat a middle aged man poring over a few parchments. Sensing the presence of the two men, he turned around, his face looking oddly familiar...
In a solemn but slightly playful voice he announced, "So, Miroshin, looks like the third generation of our family's stuck in here, eh?" Turning to his grandson, Mirosuke gave a smile and clapped a hand upon Miroku's shoulder. "It's good to finally see you again, grandson."
"And the same to you, grandfather."
Politely interrupting their little reunion, Miroshin said, "Miroku, I promised you to answer your questions from earlier. Sit, if you may.
"Now I would think the first thing on your mind is, 'How did I come up with such an attack with a few words?'" Rather surprised, Miroku nodded dumbly and allowed his father to continue on.
"This is because this world is not Japan. It is not the land we were born, raised, or fought in. We don't really know how this place got here or why, we just know what it is used for.
"The reason you and I don't require food or water to survive is because of the elements: as far as we know those who are human, or have human blood inside them, are spiritually connected to one of the seven elements: Light, Dark, Nature, Earth, Fire, Wind and Water. Our entire family seems to be connected to the element of Wind. So as long as the light shines, the shadows lurk, life thrives, the earth rumbles, the flames burn, the winds roar and the waters churn, we are sustained both physically and mentally. We only need a day or two of rest to fully recover our strength. This, however, is not saying that we are immortal. We've seen normal humans who we sucked in here slaughtered by merciless bands of youkai despite their newfound powers.
"As for your powers... we're not one hundred percent sure yet, but each element can be controlled by chanting a certain encantation, as I demonstrated to you earlier today. Or, if you're willpower overtakes the element inside you, you may be able to cast spells without encantations. This doesn't happen often, however. Oh, and one last thing: we can teach you a few spells ourselves, but the rest of them you must find for yourself."
Taking a few minutes to absorb all this new information, Miroku found himself quite stunned.
"So what you're saying is...our voids are portals that lead into this world?" both of the older men nodded. "Then, why are you two so young looking? Surely not some sort of spell?"
Mirosuke replied, "And it wasn't. It seems like in this world, nobody ages. So we're essentially invulnerable against naturally caused deaths like disease, old age, and the like."
Intrigued, Miroku was silent for a few minutes again. Then he asked, "So what is the use of this world?"
"Well, it seems that a long while ago a demonologist decided to capture a few specimens of demons and experiment on them. Of course, capturing them was difficult, so he tried to develop a technique to create them out of basic materials, a combination of the seven elements: light and dark for the mind, nature for the breath of life, fire for the blood, earth for the flesh, water for the soul and wind for their breath.
"However, when his creations turned out to be rather weak, he realized that he needed a world that amplified the powers of each element. So, he managed to catch a powerful sorcerer off guard and forced her into creating this world. After setting up a base of operations, he began manufacturing his own living, breathing, thinking demons. But it seemed that his own creations turned on him: if I recall correctly a hoard of his own demons merged with him after subduing him into one powerful half-demon. It seems that because the demons are created from a balance of all the elements, they are both physically and mentally boosted: that might be able to explain why you seemed to have some trouble with that mantis demon from earlier. As for the hanyou, whom we have come to call 'Akuma', controls the element of Nature, so he can still create his own swarm of demons at will. He's our greatest threat here, and only our wits and our Wind powers have kept your grandfather and I alive."
Nodding in understanding, Miroku said, "So perhaps that's why Naraku created a portal to that world: after we are sucked in we are thrust by ourselves into a hostile world full od demons. How characteristic of him..."
Standing up, Miroshin said, "Well, son, if you're going to survive, you better have at first a better understanding of all the elements." He tossed his son a piece of parchment that contained in faded writing about a book's worth of knowledge:
"Written here is knowledge of the elements of this world:
Fire: The wielders of the flame can manipulate any size of fire and amplify it or decrease its size and intensity, regardless of how large or small the initial flame size is. A fire elementalist can also control Lightning and can immolate himself or others at will.
Wind: The sorcerers of the gale can create winds so strong as to lift boulders and toss them like pebbles or create tornadoes that can impale a full-grown demon easily. They can levitate themselves or others, and the powers of Poison are under their command.
Water: The dancers of the river can instantly turn any body of water into scalding steam or freezing ice. They can simply create water out of thin air and control it with the grace of the rivers themselves. Water elementalists can also manipulate Ice as if it were a mere plaything. Also, they can liquefy themselves or others in times of need.
Earth: The guardians of the mountains control the very thing that we stand on. Earthquakes and rockslides are child's play to them, and they can even pull the stars out of the sky and obliterate their enemies in such a fashion. At will they can instantly shatter any solid object that comes within contact with their flesh. The sub element of Lava is under their command.
Nature: The druids of the forests are the masters of creating life in any climate or area, regardless of weather of temperature. Forests instantly spring up from bare rocks, and animals and the plants willingly sacrifice themselves to protect the Nature elementalist. At will, they can change the body of a living creature from flesh to wood.
Light: The heralds of the light rule everything that gives off light from the Sun and the Moon to the sputtering torch. They can sear through the thickest armor and hardest rock with beams of bright light and create illusions that can fool the weak of mind.
Dark: The shinobi of the dark are the puppeteers of the shadows. Their negative energy can sap the strength and will power of any sentient being and fill them with darkness. They are the masters of deception and at will they can instantly remove one's soul from their body: however, if the willpower of the victim is strong enough, they can overthrow the attempts of the elementalist.
And so here is written the Seven Elements of the world."
Setting the scroll down on the desk, Miroku noticed that his sires were all asleep on their futons. As he lay himself down to rest from his exertions, he wondered, 'My dear Sango... are you thinking of me as you toil your way to Naraku?'
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~ *~*~*~*~ *~*~*
Hmm, this chapter was a bit longer than the rest...
I hope I didn't bore you guys out with my little lecture on the elements here. ^_^''
Read and Review!!!!