Okay people! Here it is! This is really the prologue, so, yea. I don't own any of the InuYasha characters… just Sakura… I "invented" her! Lol. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Please review! I need to know how bad/good I'm doing! Thanks!
Sakura was an ordinary kid. She ran around her small village with he friends, told stories around the campfire, braided her hair with the other girls, and loved spending time with her mother in the kitchen, baking sweets to share with all of her friends.
What seemed to be a perfectly happy child was not. Sakura had a secret; a secret only her mother and her could know; the secret of the demon blood that ran through her veins. Her mother was human, her father was a demon, and a powerful one too. Sakura kept her identity hidden well. She was known as an ordinary human child, living in an ordinary village, protected by a barrier but up by a monk 100 years before.
One dark day, however, that barrier was broken by an evil demon named Naraku. Having no choice, she decided to blow her cover of being full human, and fight for her village. She failed. The few remaining survivors, including her best friends, banned her from the village for having the same blood as the creature that attacked their village. Her mother tried to fight for Sakura to stay. She reminded them of her strong powers to protect the village, but nothing worked.
That day, Sakura packed her only weapon, a crystal-blue sword with a wolf carved on the end. Her mother told her that the sword was given to her by her father when she was born. After a tearful farewell, Sakura left the protection of the village and went out on her own.
Now Sakura is 15 years old. Her brown hair is cut short, and her brown eyes developed a hint of ice-blue. Her height changed from 4 feet, 5 inches to 5 feet, 6 inches, and her old red and white silk kimono was now a rag. Her new one was light blue with a dark blue flower print. The memories of her village haunted her dreams every night, and she was always tempted to return to see her mother. She knew she couldn't though. She gripped her sword, as she did the day she left and stared down at it. 'Thanks for ruining my life,' she whispered.