Prologue
Long silver-white hair, like moonlight, swayed in the air as a gust of cold wind brushed past a figure standing tall and proud on a cliff, overlooking a sea of bright orange and yellow. The sunset had the winter sky tinted red as black smoke billowed around. Golden eyes held no emotion as he watched the scene unfold below him.
"Jaken, make sure no body leaves. No survivors"
"Yes, Milord" A little green imp, or a Kappa held the Nintōjō, a large staff with two heads, that could produce long streams of flame, and massive amounts of water, stood beside him bowing his head. Not daring to look up until he felt a slight breeze the signified his master had flown away. The Kappa sighed has he watched his master's distant figure, as beautiful as an ice sculpture and just as cold.
Only one had ever been able to melt his master's frozen heart, memories of bright smiles, a bubbly personality, a happy content Master, joyful children, filled Jaken's mind, tearing his old heart into two…
"Foolish humans angering my master…Still…" Jaken murmured, turning to the scene before him. The ocean of fire burned brightly, screams filled the night air piercing even his ears. It was little wonder the master did not linger. Jaken knew his master however, though hard as a diamond, and merciless as ice. But he was never sadistic. His master found no enjoyment in brutality and ending people's lives. When his Master did kill, he did so in a quick, efficient manner. He did not kill children, nor anyone who had no power over their actions. Jaken knew this, and standing there on the cliff, listening to the children's wails, the desperate cries of parents, and smelling the burning flesh, he wondered if his Lordship would forgive him, should he end the villagers suffering.
"Milord will not punish this Jaken for letting them die quickly" He muttered as he held up his weapon ready to let loose another bigger blast of fire.
"I won't do that Master Jaken, not if you value your life" A soft cold voice sounded behind him.
"They stole something from us, they deserve to suffer" Turning around he found a two headed dragon-beast, Ah Un, landing. On it was a boy and girl both about 6 years old. Frozen-honey coloured eyes gazed out at the burning village below. Shivers ran up and down Jaken's spine at the lack of empathy in their eyes as the screams and wails continued. Beautiful as diamonds, cold as ice, just like their father.
"Waka-sama, Ojou-sama" The kappa bowed in respect, not daring to look up.
"Considering what they did to Mother, they should thank kami all we're doing is burning their precious village" Jaken's heart lurched again as memories of warm laughter filled days flooded his mind, how he missed those days.
The Kappa had no response. In his mind, the cruelest thing one could do to children, was take their mother away. The cruelest thing one could to do a man is to take his wife while he's unconscious. The human chief definitely deserved this end, but did the other people? Gazing back out at the sea of orange and red, Jaken wondered: Would the Lady have approved of this action taken from her beloved Lord-husband, and children?
Unfortunately…Nobody will ever know…
The heart returned to it's wintery state.
Waiting…Longing…Hoping
For the one to thaw his frozen heart to wake up…someday…