InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Heart's Keeper ❯ Reminisce ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I only own the idea…

 

Heart's Keeper

1. Reminisce

 

Bristly thorns of thick brown vines twirled about her dainty, bare feet, giving rise to her thistly dais in the sky. The heavens roared of tumultuous winds and raging thunder. The earth shook and rocked the tallest mountains. All life in range of her tree-like shadow ceased in that hour. Even those who tried to stop her, those who cared so dearly... Their pleas and cries failed to reach those once tiny intuitive ears. Her eyes... Dark and lifeless eyes as they held no spark. She was unresponsive.

 

Our mission was a complete and utter failure.

And we paid for it.

 

The world's second destruction was underway, and that once innocent creature was the key to it all. Upon her giant twisted and deformed flora reaching the howling skies, her body grew stiff and rigid; her smooth, white skin altering into a coarse and russet coat. Spiny limbs sprouted from her arms and her fingers grew long and barbed. Why she became the malformed tree itself, sucking the life out of everything that stood!

 

And as her body underwent the dreaded transformation, her small lips whispered a final decree:

 

'The Seed was spawned from bleeding hearts

The Seed became the fire

A plague among the living starts

Fatalis' worst desire...'

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How cold the words were spoken... I could almost sense the sadness in the emotionless creature...

 

She... was so full of life.

 

The cold winds bite at my exposed white skin. I shudder consciously, bringing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around them. Winter had set in many years ago, and it still goes on, stronger than ever. Yes, a never-ending winter has settled in this once prosperous region of the Auera Highlands. I remember these fields were once green with grass and vegetation. How the children loved to run through here, playing and skipping about. I can almost hear their mirthful cries...

 

Snow falls from the heavens in an endless pattern. Gray clouds, thick with more precipitation, shun the sky completely. I reside in these frozen wastelands alone, and I have not felt the sun's rays in so long... Not since that day...

 

The day of the second calamity.

 

"The Seed was spawned from bleeding hearts..."

 

Odd... It used to sound so illogical to me. Bleeding hearts giving life to something so horrible; how silly! Yet it happened, and it happened so brutally too.

 

I was so much different back then. Much, much different...

 

I've seen the impossible happen. I've learned the unknowable... I've felt emotions that were forbidden to me... Yes, I've came a long way in union with experience.

 

I inhale deep and let out a long, heavy-hearted sigh. A white puff of mist escapes my lips but quickly disperses into the cold air. It's getting late. Once night comes, not even I will be able to survive the night's chill. Standing up, I grab hold of my belongings: a small bag containing only a handful of memories. Useless for survival to the average human, but to me, it's so much more than that.

 

An old cabin sits on the edge of the uplands, about a mile from the mountain range. It's most likely abandoned, like the rest of the abodes in the region. These forsaken villages and deserted buildings have been my only places of respite. No...

 

My true place of respite died with them: my companions, my allies, my friends whom I lost in that catastrophe all those years ago. I've only been wandering the glacial highlands; not a single soul has caught my eye. The emotions I once came to love are almost gone...

 

"...Sesshomaru."

 

I gasp slightly from an abrupt feeling of nervous energy. The name slips so suddenly from my bitter, chapped lips. How did this come about? His name touches what's left of my 'heart', just barely. But no thoughts occur in me. My memory of him must be growing dim as well...

 

"...Lord Sesshomaru."

 

So strange I would call this name twice. I thought I had rid myself of these bitter attachments. What has come over me?

 

"...Master Sesshomaru... My master, Sesshomaru." I whisper hoarsely in the strong breeze. "Why have you forsaken me?"

 

The wind picks up, growing more violent as it whirls a collection of ice and flurries around me. Another snowstorm is on its way and a powerful one too. But it won't compare to the tempest that beats and scars my weakened heart. Years of loneliness have made me a bitter person indeed.

 

But not a moment goes by that I don't reminisce about those days: The less than carefree times when fiendish monsters roamed the earth. Back then was a troublesome period too. The world had suffered its first destruction... It was two years after that calamity that I was 'created'... And I came to be in his presence...

 

My master, Sesshomaru...