The museum was cold and silent as we moved forward to our certain destination. The tall walls, painted dark, made me shiver – it was truly unpleasant here at night. A thunder was heard in the far distance followed by a blinding lightening. I pulled my creamed coat tighter around me. I have hated thunder ever since I was a child – the dangerous tingling in the air always made me uneasy. I swallowed as another thunder hit behind us. The light the came from the overly tall, large windows cast a faint shadow around the huge museum and over us.

Samurai armors were positioned to my right as I walked past them, the hollow chest-plate and the empty face of the doll made me walk faster - creepy museum. The katana hang on the walls in the never-ending hallway and shone dangerously.

I glanced to the woman beside me and took in her appearance – beautiful. Her long, ebony tresses were pulled into a large braid that ran over her right shoulder – her bangs framing her oval face. Her soft features and pale skin glowed in the moonlight – highlighting her dark, brown eyes and her pink lips. I wish I could have such exotic features.

Kagome Higurashi, a beautiful woman at my age – twenty – walked beside me in silence as she took in the many items lined upon the walls or shut down behind glass containers. Her eyes, clearly interested, as her brown eyes searched for one particular object. Her leather jacket was slightly parted so that her white scarf could peek innocently out from the top and her slender hands were stuck in her pockets as we walked deeper into the museum.

I glanced at my diamond wristwatch and took a mental note that it was almost nine o'clock. The museum had closed a few hours prior, but we, however, had been allowed access due to my innocent excuse.

My name is Hannah Moore and I am a professor in history – any history. My reputation is quite known and not only because I am so young, but between us – I am a witch. I had told the curator of the museum that I was in need of information involving the feudal era of Japan and since I rarely visited Japan I was allowed to enter the museum after closing time to allow myself free access to all information the museum could provide for me. I was grateful that no persuasion had been needed.

Because of my young age people were curious as to how I had been able to climb so fast from being a high school student to become a professor in the matter of a few years. I was not about to tell them. I could do anything I wanted – my family is quite powerful and for that I am proud.

We entered the feudal era section and I heard a faint gasp coming from the person to my right. She looked at me with tears in her large, brown eyes and I lifted my eyebrow at her. She pointed over to the section furthest away from us and walked hurriedly over to a wall covered in glass. 'A rusty old sword,' I thought and walked closer to the excited woman.

"This belonged to him," she said and a painful emotion entered her eyes. I read the inscription below the sword. "Tetsusaiga - This sword once belonged to a great warrior whose name has lost in history. It was rumored that the warrior played a large role in killing the infamous half-demon that terrorized feudal Japan. The sword was forged from his father's fang and could destroy one hundred enemies in one swing." I hummed, still not sure who 'him' could be.

I moved my gaze to the left of the sword where an identical sword was hung up on the wall, this one less rusty. "Tenseiga – This sword was the brother-sword of the infamous Tetsusaiga. However, where Tetsusaiga could bring death to one hundred enemies in one swing, Tenseiga could revive one hundred allies in one swipe of the blade. The sword was made from the same fang as Tetsusaiga. The bearer was rumored to be the great demon Lord Sesshoumaru who lived up to his name – the killing perfection."

Kagome moved to touch the glass, as if in trance and I shot my hand out to grab her wrist. She looked to me, confusion clearly visible on her face. I shook my head, "don't touch the glass. There are heat sensors protecting the items within. One touch of your hand and you'll set off the alarm." Kagome's face fell, but she nodded.

I felt my heart clench at the emotions my friend displayed. Kagome had become my first friend when I first came to Japan two years ago, and her family had accepted me into their home. I bit my lip and looked from Kagome to the sword. I could see its aura burning like hot flames around the blade – so it was a magical sword was it? I closed my eyes.

"Miss Moore, if you so wish it, I will turn the alarm system off whilst you are here."

I smiled and opened my eyes slowly and they fell upon the alarm system behind me. I nodded my head once. The ability to talk to all electric equipment never went old in my book. It was a gift. A few powerful witches had the ability and there were of course those who struggled to get the television to co-operate. I snickered as the alarm system notified me that it had turned itself off. I heard the watch on my wrist mutter a faint; "Suck up…"

"I'm sorry, but – who are you talking about?" I asked. I knew little of Kagome's life from her high school years and whenever her mother, Mrs. Higurashi, and I spoke of high school; Kagome would be quiet and retreat to her so very pink room. Mrs. Higurashi had even suggested I tutor Souta, the youngest of the Higurashi's, as he went to school, because of my never-ending knowledge.

"InuYasha," Kagome declared, "he is – was – the warrior the tablet is describing." She noticed my curious gaze and I asked, "How do you know?"

"Because I knew him," came her statement.