♥ ♣ ♠ ♦WAMM'S THOUGHTS ♥ ♣ ♠ ♦ HUH whelp, turns out you guys like it so I got o.n.e chapter down && about a lot more to go… so here's chapter 2… umm enjoy… \stop reading this author's note and get on with the story/… come on I'm not going to say anything cool… & grrrrrrrr fuckass grrrrr grrrr growl grrr grrrr BRI BRI grr HUH… Time out… ok now read the story && review and no one will get hurt, ok? Ok… GAME ON!

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A determined person \\will do more\\ with a pen and paper, than a l.a.z.y person will accomplish with a personal computer.
-Catherine Pulsifer

PRINCE OF PERSIA; JEWEL OF FOUR SOULS

Chapter 2; Treasure Vaults

As the rising sun started its habitual ascent into the sky, its warmth began to melt away the morning dew. In a meadow, flowers turned, yearning to feel its life giving warmth. It is amazing how such a picture of tranquility could be peaceful one moment and turn into a hell the next.

While the sun's rays chased away the darkness of night; they also uncovered the seemingly infinite demon army of the west. These warriors were ready for a war. Every solder in the western army had the instincts to kill or be killed, and the excitement of battle running through their veins as they awaited their king's orders.

Within the walls of the city a conniving old man strode confidently toward a watchtower at the city gates. His nonchalant demeanor raised no suspicions. The vizier walked towards two guards, his hands in his robes gripping the leather handle of a dagger.

"Good morning sir," said a soldier with fiery red hair seeing the vizier's approach, "what are you doing about the walls at this hour?"

"Well not that it should matter to you, but I am on an important mission," the vizier replied smoothly as he continued his advance, his stride still as casual as ever.

"If we may pry sir, what mission are you on," the second soldier asked sarcastically.

"I am on a mission to become immortal, and you are in my way," with these words said the solders never saw it coming. The vizier pulled the blade out of his sleeve and lashed out cutting the first guard's throat. He then quickly spun around and embedded the bloody dagger into the eye of the second. Both soldiers fell to the ground their innocent blood the first spilt in the horrendous battle to come.

Outside the walls of the city King InuTashio was mounted and in full battle attire. He could feel a power in the air. It was strange, he had seen many battles in his time, but none of them had this, this… energy. He brushed it aside his golden eyes returning to search the skies for some sort of signal. Sesshomaru was to his right wearing his armor, waiting patiently for the battle to begin, and to prove himself worthy in his father's eyes. Without warning a huge flaming ball was launched from within the city walls.

"If that isn't a signal then I don't know what is," InuTashio said excitedly as he reared his horse and started the charge, "now my son, we attack." From then on it was total chaos.

Sesshomaru took off behind his father. Both, father and son, were in their element out there on the battle field. The blood and gore acted as a stimulant, fueling their bloodlust The city didn't stand a chance.

The unsuspecting city guards didn't know what was going on until the western army was within the city walls, and by then it was too late. The butchery of the people inside is to this day too atrocious to record.

As the western soldiers tore through the city setting everything ablaze InuTashio continued on his rampage swinging his sword masterfully, when something caught his attention. He spun quickly about ready to decapitate it when he realized it was the old man from the night before.

"Your highness I trust you remember our arrangement. The maharajah's treasure vaults lie within," the vizier said coolly as he bowed low. Sesshomaru being next to his father heard this and took off into the palace.

"Look how he rides, a warrior's son," InuTashio commented proudly to the vizier as he watched Sesshomaru disappear into the huge palace.

As Sesshomaru continued on his quest he took in all of the destruction that his father's army had caused. He didn't feel humility or regret as he passed by the dead bodies of women and children. The only thought ringing through his head was how he was going to bring his father honor and glory by being the first to find the maharajah's treasure vaults.

Passing corridor after corridor he finally came to the throne room. Its dome ceiling and pillars were beautiful, and even with war going on outside you had to stop and admire them. The prince dismounted and walked over to the throne itself. Looking around he noticed a strange glow coming from a hole in the wall about ten feet above his head. He couldn't explain it but he knew he had to get to that glow; something was pulling him towards it.

Reevaluating the room he noticed an impression in the wall. Sesshomaru walked over and put his ear to the wall. He heard nothing, not the clashing of blades, nor cries of men, nothing. He placed his palms on the wall and gently pushed, the wall moved, he pushed harder until the stone hiding a passageway was completely out of his way.

Sesshomaru let his eyes adjust to the darkness of the cavern. His golden orbs taking in his new surroundings with exhilaration as he let a small smile grace his features. The young prince could smell the metallic scent of gold. He could also feel an alluring power caressing his fair skin.

The young demon walked forward the short distance until the tunnel opened up into a huge cavern. What he saw next almost took his breath away. Before him lay precious gems, some he had never seen before; rubies, diamonds, sapphires, opals, amethysts, and other rare stones were scattered around the huge cave. Some were still embedded in the walls. Silver and gold pieces lay everywhere the eye could see. His father was right; this city was the end to their problems.

Sesshomaru took a quick inventory and continued along the path. He walked a couple more feet then realized that the cavern was filled with an eerie pink glow. The same glow from the throne room seemed to light the cavern. Trying to find the source the light Sesshomaru came to realize that it didn't come from a torch, but it came from a jewel imbedded in an ancient stone carving in the middle of the cave. It depicted a woman warrior trapped in the jaws of a demon. The jewel was embedded in the breast of the girl.

Furrowing his brow in thought he came to understand that this jewel was releasing some sort of energy and it was tempting his senses. He moved his eyes away from the gem not liking the feeling one bit and looked more closely at the rest of the carving. Most of the demons surrounding the woman were lower level demons from what he could tell. The larger one though, it was strange really. It looked as if the lower level demons were coming together to defeat this woman. Was she so powerful that these demons couldn't defeat her?

Suddenly a glint caught his attention. The young prince turned his eyes and saw that there was a dagger imbedded in the woman's right side right between two ribs. It was more than likely her downfall.

"Pathetic human," Sesshomaru said to himself in disgust.

He turned hearing voices and footsteps coming down the corridor. He could also smell the unmistakable copper scent of blood. Looking around he quickly hid himself in the shadows waiting like a predator on its prey.

\ RANDOM THOUGHTS /

If shooting fish in a barrel is another metaphor for doing something easy… well that's false advertisement and just s.t.u.p.i.d Have you ever tried to shoot a fish in a barrel?

First off fish are really fast

Secondly why would you want to shoot a fish if it's already in a barrel? I mean its days are numbered it has nowhere to go.

Another random thought , if you are driving at a little past midnight && you happen upon a brand new plunger in the middle of the road && you think it may be a cat so you swerve but then decide to go back because your sleep induced brain realizes it was a plunger./ PICK IT UP/ Trust me you won't regret it in the long run. Plus you'll have a cool story to tell your friends. PLUNGERS ROCK MY SOCKS! WOO HOO… Peace. Oh Yeah REVIEW && RATE