**I don't own a thing**
~Attack~
"How did this happen?" Toga demanded angry at the devastation around him. These lands were his, he protected them and the face of such destruction proved a failure on his part.
"Dragons great lord."
He snarled, he knew dragons had power, but this?
When the message came to him that the dragons were attacking and using the undead he scoffed. Who could do such a thing?
"Did any live?" he asked.
"Only a few, and only one is still conscious,"
Toga looked over the dyeing Inuyokai. It was one of his guards "Is it true?" he asked.
"The Dragons were not that many..." He began coughing harshly on the blood in his throat, "But following them was a horde of the dead, humans, beasts and even Yokia." The Inu groaned again "We couldn't kill them Lord, how do you kill those who are already dead?!" The wounded Yokai was in shock as he began to ramble in to incoherence.
"Return him to my home, see that he is cared for." Toga said, not taking his eyes from the field of destruction. "Tell the Lady of the West to double the guard and keep my son under constant watch."
"Milord?" Katachi began, Toga nodded not wanting to even speak. "How can a foe such as this be fought?"
Toga sighed heavily, "I will need a sword-smith. Gather those you trust the most to aid in this search."
"A sword-smith?" Katachi asked.
Toga walked away without elaborating as he did not really know what would come of the search for a sword-smith. What he did know was the only way to fight a sword that raised the dead was one of equal, or more preferably, greater power.
**End**