"I have to get back to the house!" Keda cried while sprinting through the dense forest. She left the path a while ago realizing that it would be faster to cut through the forest.
Keda stumbled and caught hold of a branch to steady her self. In the process she took a deep breath. The air was smoky. "No, I'm too late," she yelled and picked up her speed.
The reason she was upset and running was that she had a vision that her father was fighting a powerful demon and that both would die. She hoped she would come in time to help and save her father.
She slowed down when she reached the edge of the forest. She could see a bright light through the openings between the trees. She suspected the worse now. Taking a deep breath she braced herself for what she was going to see. Exiting the forest she saw a house on fire, the whole structure was burning. This was her house, the house she shared with her father and he was somewhere inside with a demon.
"No!"
She dashed forward ready to enter the burning house. But her foot got caught on a root and she feel face forward. That's when the building decided to give way and collapse. Crushing any hope of a rescue or a survivor.
"No," she moaned again no longer fighting back the tears. She wrapped her arms around her knees and started crying.
She stayed that way for what seemed like forever. The fire was nearly out. Keda was way out of it that she didn't even sense a presence entering from the woods.
"You're acting pathetic," said a voice from behind her.
She snapped her head around to see who the intruder was. Her eyes turning a dangerous blood red. A young man stood a few feet back, his face a blank slate.
He had long white hair and odd yellowish gold eyes. He had a blue crescent shaped mark on his forehead and two identical marks on the side of his face. He wore mostly white, except for a red pattern on parts of the clothing. He also wore some armor. He had an air around him that made him seem both powerful and dangerous.
"Shut up Sesshoumaru," she hissed standing up to face him completely.
He ignored her and repeated, "You're acting pathetic."
"Shut up!" Her right hand clenched into a fist and lit on fire, but the fire was of a blue shade. Her eyes remained dangerously red.
This did not even bother Sesshoumaru. In fact it even seemed to bore him. Calmly he said, "Your father wouldn't want you to act like this, he would want you to move on and be happy."
That threw Keda off. He wasn't acting like his normal ass hole self; he seemed to actually be acting nice in a way. The fire in her hand went out and her eyes returned to their normal purple.
She started crying again and sank to her knees sobbing. For the next five minutes she tried to stop crying, while Sesshoumaru just stood watching her. Finally she pulled her self together. Wiping away her tears she got back up. "Now what?" she asked.
"That's for you to find out," answered Sesshoumaru turning around and walking away.
Keda took one last look at the remains of her house and followed after him.
Keda opened her eyes and turned to the right in her bed. The clock on her bed side table told her that it was still night. Everyone would still be a sleep for another four hours.
She wiped away a tear a left over from her dream, well actually her memory of the day her father died. She got out of her bed and grabbed a black robe out of her closet. Keda left her room wondering why the memories she repressed for so long were resurfacing again.