InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ My Story: A Human 'Tail' ❯ The Gulan ( Chapter 9 )

My Story: A Human `Tail'

Chapter 8- The Gulan

 

Disclaimer- I do not own Inuyasha

 

A/N: sorry I haven't updated sooner. Between papers, tests, work and studying for my regents (which begin soon) I haven't really had time. I would like to thank all of my REVIEWS, It encourages me to write more. I know I sometimes have a problem where I go from past to present and then back to past tense…in like one sentence, so if it bugs you or you see that, just point it out to me and ill fix it! Thanks again. As for votes, it's been decided that this will be a Kagome/Inuyasha Fic. Sorry for those who voted for Sesshomaru (Ill try in my next fic, which I plan to start this summer)

 

 

Today's the day! And I can't wait. Today Myoga and I are going in search for some more artifacts.

 

He tells me there are many places unsearched in the vast forest that lies not far behind his shop. Sango helped me pack, and packed me with enough food and cloths for a week. We packed some string, to make bows if we get bored at night, and a knife for protection, cutting food, and carving designs into the bows.

 

Over the past few days I've gotten better at making bows, I find that I like to make mine out of oak (which is thick, hard to bend, but very good to work with) and the best type of string, I found, is none used by humans.

 

My hair. It's as thin as thread, but as strong as metal. And it is also my little secret.

 

“Are you ready to start Kagome, I want to reach the clearing before noon.” He started

 

“Yes I'm ready, this is the first time I've ever done this.” Excitement could be heard in my voice.

 

He chuckled

 

“So it is, so it is” was all he said, and we set out into the forest.

 

I must say that, there a lot of trees. Never in my life have I been surrounded by so many trees. Around me were a lot of greens and browns, the occasional red. There was no path way to follow, we just have to wing it and hope for the best.

 

Sure enough by noon we had reached a nice little clearing, and we stopped and took a break.

 

“What would you like for lunch Myoga? We've got bread, bread or can you guess? MORE bread!” I started

 

“BREAD It is then” and we laughed.

 

We ate in silence, but when we finished Myoga broke the quiet.

 

“Near by there is a stream, and it eventually leads to a water fall. That is where we are looking this week. You can find a bunch of weird things in and around water, so come on”

 

So we got up and walked. A few minutes later we came across of stream, it was a few feet wide, and a little ways down it looks as if a branch had fallen across it, making a little bridge to cross if need be.

 

We search the area, with Myoga and I practically in the water, looking to the mud for some answers.

 

“OH!” I look and I see Myoga, a bit down the stream from me, holding a muddied object in his hand. He bends over and washes it clean while I waddle over to him.

 

“What is it? What did you find?”

 

“It's a ring, I think. It looks like it once belonged to a child many, many years ago. Oh well lets go back to camp, and set up a nice fire. It should be dark soon, and we can clean this up a bit” so we headed back to camp.

 

While he began to clean off the ring, I went in search of a stick. Might as well do something. I come across a nice sturdy oak branch and bring it back to the fire. With the knife I scraped away the unnecessary bark from the branch, and made it smooth. Then I carved a nice design into it, with notches to tie the string to. With the heat from the fire and a little of my power I was able to bend the stick. I gently pulled a long piece of hair from my head, and tightly tied it to the notches, and secured the bow.

 

I look at my work. Not to bad. My best bow yet. But what is a bow with out arrows to match. So I quickly told Myoga that I would be back, and walked into the woods. In search of some twigs, I found a nice tree and collected a few and brought them back to the camp. With that I shaved the twigs of their bark, just as I had done with the branch, and added some notches. I added feathers to the end and the arrow head I chipped from the rock I had been sitting on.

 

“That's pretty good.” I jumped. Looking up I saw Myoga hovering over my shoulder.

 

“Would you like me to show you how to use it?” apparently he saw the excitement in my eyes and he chuckled.

 

I've been waiting for him to offer it. Ever since I saw the first bow mounted on the wall of his shop, I felt drawn to it, and I wanted to make the very best, and learn to shoot with one. And now, my hope is coming true.

 

He helped me position my bow and arrow correctly and then He told me where to focus.

 

“Look straight at your target, and bring the arrow to your ear, and then let it loose.”

 

As much as I would like to say I had hit the target, That would be a very big lie. I actually didn't hit any thing. It kind of just went up, staggered and fell.

 

The next went up and well, let's just say I never saw that arrow again.

 

I tried again and again, each time Myoga telling me what I was doing wrong and correcting me. Then finally I hit the target. Not right on mind you, I just hit it.

 

I dropped my bow quickly and danced in place, congratulating myself, while Myoga just laughed at my antics.

 

“Come on Kagome, time to get some rest, we've got a long day ahead of us tomorrow”

 

I nod and then get comfortable on the ground. All was quiet except for the rustle of leaves as the wind picked up, and the faint sound of water flowing from the nearby stream, which lulled me to sleep.

 

When I awoke it was light out, and the bird were up, and chirping. I looked around and saw that Myoga had packed everything up and was getting ready for the long hike.

 

Two hours after we had set out from our previous camp, and followed the river, I heard the rushing of water quicken.

 

Not long after we came to the waterfall. Once we reached our destination we placed out packs down, and had a bit to eat.

 

“Let's go look around” was what was said once we had finished.

 

We went behind the waterfall, and found a cave. We crawled through, and with a light we looked around.

 

There were some pretty neat things, like paintings on the walls. In one of the many corners of the cave I came across something very interesting. I picked it up, with the thoughts that I would look at it later.

 

I was walking through the deep of the cave, occasionally hearing Myoga shuffle, or a remark, but you really couldn't see much except what was right in front of you.

 

I headed towards an untouched corner, and the next thing I know, I'm on the ground. I sit up and feel around with my hands.

 

Apparently I tripped on some kind of box thing made out of stone. I'll have a better look out side. Turning around I decide I would head out and check out what I had found.

 

Once back at the camp, I looked at the first. I cleaned it off, and inspected it. I look to be pretty old with markings. Maybe some kind of language or scripture, but its hard to make out.

 

The next was Just a Hollow stone, with something trapped inside.

 

I look to the waterfall. It's so beautiful. The water calms me somehow. I've been away from it far to long. Oh how I miss feeling the water flow around me as a glide swiftly through the currents.

 

Though I've stayed on land for the past few months, exiled from my home in the waters, I am still a stranger to land and some of the ways of man.

 

I look to the cave entrance behind the falls and see Myoga emerge from it.

 

“What have you found? Anything interesting?” He asked

 

“Let's see, I found this Stone tablet, with some sort of writing written on it. Its unreadable though, might be some sort of scripture, who knows.” Showing him the tablet, that was all worn away. Then I put it down and hold up the other

 

“Now this is some kind of stone box, with no openings. But there seems to be something hidden inside.” I shake it, and it rattles.

 

“Good, good”

 

In the next few days we traveled, found some more interesting items as well as junk. I had gotten better at using the bow and could actually hit close to the center.

 

“To be sure of hitting the target, shoot first, and call whatever you hit the target.” He joked every time I missed.

 

The day we were heading back we were attacked.

 

It was a Gulan.

 

Gulans are mythical creatures, and just like Mermaids, unicorns and dragons they are immortal. They are as big as a dog, have the face like a cats, very sharp nails, long brown hair, and a tail like a fox.

 

There were two of them. And they surrounded Myoga and me in our camp, hiding in bushes. I readied my bow and he his knife, and we were prepared to defend our selves.

 

They lunged at as, and I began to fire. I shot it once in the leg and again in the tail. But I wouldn't be brought down. It bit my leg and I hissed in pain, but I kept firing. I looked towards Myoga, He was holding his own pretty good. He stabbed it with the knife a couple of times, but it just wouldn't be brought down.

 

Like I mentioned before, any immortal is hard to kill. Like mermaids, you can not merely kill it with a weapon, and be done with it. You would have to destroy it completely or introduce it to a piece of Tyra leaf.

 

THAT'S it!

 

“Myoga!!” I scream. He looked at me so I continued

 

“Is there any Tyra plants around here?”

 

He looked at me funny

 

“Now's not the time to think about plants, Kagome”

 

“Trust me, I have an idea. So is there?”

 

“Yeah, look for a little green plant with red or orange stripes. They are usually found near streams.” He stated unsure and still questioning my motives.

 

“Can you hold them off for a while? I only need a minute.” I asked

 

He nodded and I ran. As I ran the Gulan followed me, but an arrow hit it and it turned its attention to Myoga. Remind me to thank him later. No time now.

 

I quickly find the stream and look around.

 

There it is. I spotted the plant, picked a bunch, and ran back.

 

Once I got back I noticed, that they had Myoga backed into a corner. I shoot and arrow at one and then the other

 

That got their attention. I look at Myoga, and he got the idea. He distracted one while I lunged at the other. We wrestled for a bit and then I forced the plant into its mouth, its sharp teeth, sinking into my arm. I retch myself from its body, as the plant starts to take affect.

 

Turning to Myoga, I Jumped to that Gulan and do the same. Once they were both dead from the Tyra leaf, I look at the mess. I have a bite on my left leg and right arm, and scratches all over. Myoga has a few scratches, but it alright despite that.

 

He turned to me. Here it comes, I thought for surely he would question me, but all he did was tell me we should get cleaned up.

 

And he helped me back to camp.

 

A/N: How was it? I thought we needed some action. The Gulan does not belong to me, I did research and it is mythological creature. If you have any ideas or complaints please tell me, I'll be glad to hear them, and I will consider them. I'll update as soon as I can.

 

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