He stood on a cliff looking at all that he had inherited, the land and it's people, the wind the water everything belonged to him and him alone. He watched as his troop marched about in straight lines of rows of four, moving to their respective locations. Hundreds and thousands of men, ranging from the ages of thirteen to well into the dead ages of human life. He stood immobile for a few moments before turning to see a man coming through the brush, one of the very few men he saw as a 'friend' of sorts.

"Good morning Sesshomaru," the elder demon greeted.

"Yes it is, Lord Bankotsue, tell me how large have our numbers grown?"

"Four thousand I do believe," he replied as he came to sand next to him.

"I see, and the one who dares to raise against us?" He asked as he turned to walk away.

The elder man sighed before replying, "Ten thousand strong, I fear the gods could not help us now."

"Do not under estimate the gods, besides if they don't help us to win this war. I'll do it alone." He said before disappearing in to the forest, as much as he hated to admit he too had a small twinge of doubt. No I will prevail, no matter what the cost. He didn't care, even if it cost every human and demon their lives, HE WOULD WIN. Little did he know that the gods had all ready done their part in the war many years in advance.

He walked until came upon a babbling of a brook, kneeling down he cupped some water in his hand and began to drink. He heard a sharp in take of breath, so he turned his gaze upward and to is left…

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As she walked away the large brass gates shut locking her out forever. She walked for a long time before coming to the mouth of the cave; she squinted as she saw the light she hadn't seen light quit so bright in many, many of moon. She knew she had have a part in this war some where, but where she did not know. She had had many dreams of the path she would take many good but some very disturbing ones as well. Some she stood in a shinning light of good, but she also stood in a mist of the bad. She didn't know what the gods wanted out of all of this, what she did know was the struggle for power was great. In this war only ONE was strong enough to take control of the world. Whom ever that was could only achieve victory with her unique and shinning ability, she could see possible out comes of the future. The dreams that cursed her, the curse of having to walk among these murders ingrates. Not that the gods were any better in her oppion. She stood a moment at the opening so her eyes could adjust, once she believed she was ready she set out in search of her destiny.

"Here goes nothin," she whispered to her self, she walked until she came upon the first town she'd seen in years. As she entered the small town she came upon a small group of children playing, they stopped when they noticed her. She smiled and said hello as all of them bowed, she continued on further into the town. She came to a small pub just as a man was thrown into the street, she giggled a bit at the man's reaction at being tossed out. She entered the pub and looked around a young woman approached her. She was short with long red hair and blue eyes.

"Hello, may I help you my lady?" she said with a dazzling smile that seemed to stretch form ear to ear.

"Yes, I would like to speak to the owner of this tavern, about working here for a little while." She spoke politely as she bowed. The young girl nodded as she motioned for her to follow, they walked into the very back of the tavern as they reached a doorway the girl spoke.

"Wait here I'll tell him you are here," she then turned and left, a moment later she emerged from the doorway. "You may go in now my lady," she said as she bowed and walked away. She entered in through the door, she saw an elderly man sitting at a table with two boys on either side of him neither of them seemed above the age of twelve or thirteen year. "Come in young lady, please sit down." He spoke in a hardy tone. She followed as instructed and set in front of the table. "My daughter tells me you are looking for work, is that so?" He asked leaning forward placing his right forearm on the table, she smiled as she responded.

"Yes, I am,"

"Why?"

"I'm in great need of money."

"I see, well we have no work here now be gone with you woman." He said leaning back waving his hand in dismissal.

"That is very disrespectful kind sir I am insulted by your actions." She said standing up abruptly, her anger was displayed by the fire that shown through her crystal blue eyes.

"MY DEAR WOMAN DO NOT ADDRESS ME IN SUCH A FASHION, LEST YOU LIFE BE FORFIT." He shouted, as his sons stood ready with their axes. She laughed that's all she could do at their futile attempt to intimidate her. The man grew more angry at how she seemed to think is words where just a joke.

"That's funny, it truly if a good hard laugh I'll be going now 'lest my life be forfit'" she giggled as she walked through the door and out of the tavern. The man looked at his sons and yelled,

"don't just sand there go after her." At their fathers command the took off after axes in hand, "That'll teach that bitch to make a mockery out of me." He said as he packed his pipe with tobacco.

"You there, woman," one of the boys shouted as he approached her. She turned to meet his gaze, she stood in what would seem an unguarded stance. She smiled brightly at the boys, as she spoke

"Come now boys, I know as well as you do you don't want to do this anymore that I."

"You have disgraced our father and now you must be made an example of. No one makes a mockery of our father." Came the voice of the second boy, as he swung his ax down at her as she stepped to the right, he barely missed her head. She found a stick on the ground and picked it up, she stood in a swords mans stance seeming as though she were going to strike the second son.

"What do you plan to do with that stick, give him a splinter?" the first one bantered.

"No," was her only reply before she threw the stick at the first son, before it hit him it froze in mid air. It began to glow a dark purple before moving around, it began to spell out the letters of the word 'death' right in front of his face. The letter disappeared after a moment, his eyes widened when he looked away from where the letters had just been his eyes traveled to where the woman was straight a head. She smiled at him before pointing to his left and sure enough is brother lay in a pool of his own blood. The boy dropped to his knees in utter disbelief, he lowered his head as he lay down his ax in defeat.

"What manor of woman is this, to destroy my brother and tarnish my fathers good name in one swift movement. I am defeated," he spoke as the pulled a dagger from his side stabbing him self in the throat as blood splattered out onto the ground his body fell in silence. The crowed of people stood in amazement as the young woman picked up her bag and left the town without saying a word.

As she journeyed on down the road she began to realize that she was hungry, so she stopped next to a tree and softly placed her bag down. She pulled out a small hunting knife she walked into the forest a little ways before spotting a rabbit. She swiftly threw her knife successfully hitting in the throat, she walked over and picked it up carrying it to the nearest river for cleaning. She had began to clean her catch she heard a twig snap, the dropped the rabbit and moved her body behind the nearest tree. She leaned out to see what it was that had startled her, she saw a dashing demon coming to the river as he knelt down at the river she couldn't help but think she'd seen him somewhere before. When it hit her, she gasped.