The day the wind was born
Tenseiga, the sword of heaven. It made him want to laugh. There was nothing of heaven in this sword. it had commanded him to save the human child when he'd found her dead. It had denied to serve him when he brought back the demon to make Tokijin and to resurrect Jaken. It had done all these things.
But it wouldn't bring her back. It had forced him to watch as he granted the woman he might have loved her final wish. He was with her at the end, but he could do no more. The damn sword wouldn't let him do more. It had made him watch her die.
She had looked happy as she breathed her last, grateful that he was with her. It didn't make it hurt any less. It made it hurt more, because he knew the power to save. But he couldn't use it. in that moment he damn the sword, damned it to hell.
And damned the one who gave it to him. he damned his own father for giving him the blade that returned life. He damned the former inutaisho for making him live through her death knowing he should have saved her.
When he was alone he found himself unable to stop his tears. And so he damned them, just as he damned everything else. He damned his sword, his father, the woman he might have loved.
He damned himself, because he should have forced the sword of heaven to do his bidding. But for all his damning he found no comfort, no rest, no compassion. His servant begged him to move on with life, and for a while it seemed he did, long enough to see the one who killed her punished. But even that didn't help him.
Each night he saw her scared back, long ebony hair, burning crimson eyes that begged for freedom. Each day he felt the wind that was her, happy and free at last. But he wasn't free. Not any more. At times, were it not for the damned sword of heaven he would have joined her, but he couldn't die with it, it wouldn't let him.
So he would look to the dragon that was his steed, the toad that was his servant, and the girl that was his salvation, and he cursed them for making him remain in a world that didn't have her.
Years passed, people died. The girl grew older. Into a woman. But he didn't care. Time no longer passed for him. it had stopped the day she died. The day she was freed was the day he lost everything that could have meant something to him.
At times he wondered if the sword would bring her back now, but it never did. And so he cursed everything again. He cursed the day the wind was born. Because on that day, he should have died.