InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Facets of the Living Jewel ❯ Tempus neminem manet ( Prologue )

Facets of the Living Jewel

 

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the other characters. Ms. Takahashi does.

This story line takes place following the manga chapter 425, so be warned there are spoilers. I have also included some information from the first three movies but I don't use characters that appear only in the anime. Though the term "Time Lord" is used in this story, it does not reference the series 'Dr. Who' nor do the Time Lords in 'Facets' have similarities to the characters in the 'Dr. Who' series. I do not own Inuyasha or the other characters, and I don't know where Rumiko Takahashi is going to take Inuyasha's training with Yourei Taisei, but I have had a lot of fun creating my own version of them!

 

 

Tempus neminem manet

By Licentia poetica

 

The jeweled planet was strikingly beautiful in the visible light spectrum: midnight blue contrasted with swirls of white cloud patterns and occasional glimpses of varicolored land masses. To those sentient beings who could observe in three of the dimensions, it was an obvious shelter in an unforgiving universe; orderly, exquisite, and a haven for life. Heavenly.

 

But those who could see in more dimensions knew it was hell.

 

Most planets bent the time-space continuum with gentle curvatures, following their prescribed paths around the gravity well of their guiding stars in a smooth, controlled dance. This planet spat time lines in all directions, torturing time-space into contorted, multiple paths where possible futures bent backwards in time and looped to a central point on the planet's surface. The time distortion rippled out from the planet and disturbed the star that tethered it in space, which in turn affected other stars in the vicinity. A honeycomb of alternate futures that bound time was slowly, inexorably gaining in strength, affecting the entire time-space continuum in that quadrant of the galaxy. Eventually, it would affect the entire universe.

 

At the center of the distortion, insignificantly small in the vastness of space, were shards of a shattered jewel, a waterless well brimming with magic, and a young woman.

 

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Translation:

Tempus neminem manet: Latin; Time waits for no one.