InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ EQUILIBRIUM: Crescent of Light ❯ Prolouge ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

PROLOGUE

10years ago…

Blood... it was everywhere. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Its stench hung in the air, so putrid you just couldn't ignore it, like a pesky mosquito, it just wouldn't leave you alone!

He could hear the familiar sounds of battle. The clashing iron of swords and axes echoed through the forest as his chest heaved with ragged breaths. He hated the fact that he had ran away but their safety had come first. The one's he loved had placed their lives in his hands.

He nearly laughed at himself. Lives… so many had been lost that night. Never before had life seemed so fragile. He never pondered before, how easy it could be taken away. He had paid for his ignorance, and so had they.

What happened? he thought. Where did I go wrong? Was it supposed to be this way? Did I truly deserve this?

He had had dreams; he was supposed to be a warrior, a role model. He was supposed to be that hero in bedtime stories that were told to children. All that had been taken away by the white clad figure in front of him. The figure at a bow drawn, its string taut, with an arrow notched onto it. He watched the silver arrow-head, waiting for death. He clenched his sharp teeth and growled furiously.

It wasn't supposed to be this way!

He was so sick of all the sadness, of all the suffering and he just wanted it to end. The emotional sickness, the physical pain of the stray arrow embedded shallowly in his chest (He didn't bother to pull it out, he'd be dead soon anyways) caused such agony, that for the first time in his life he had been forced to his knees. He glared at the white clad figure who had taken everything away from him.

Fleetingly, he remembered bright smiles and loud laughter. Hell, his clothes still smelled of the sweet chicken he had had earlier that evening. For some strange reason he didn't remember any of the big moments of his life, he could only recall the small things.

He didn't think about his graduation from the academy, he didn't think about his record breaking moments in the Arena.

A simple caress, a fleeting look, a sudden smile, the kind of things that you asked people why they did them and they would just smile and reply, “Just because” He had taken it all for granted.

Father, sister, please forgive me. I failed.

How ironic that he should die that day. The day when he could finally fight legally, when he would have began his training for the rank of the elite warriors.

His sharp eyes registered the hands of the white assassin tensing. He only had moments of life left.

He tried to stare into his killers eyes, but he couldn't tell for sure, for its hood was pulled low, covering its face effectively.

The moments seemed to suddenly slow down as the figure released the arrow, he stared death straight in the eyes, its eyes taking form of a silver arrowhead glinting menacingly, flying, and promising the empty nothingness of death…

Death…