InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Reflections Of A Soul ❯ Reflections ( Prologue )

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

By: Thrust

Reflections Of A Soul

Prologue:Reflections

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Early 1800's

I will never forget the smiles on the people's faces when we began.

Nor will I ever forget the sadness in the years that followed.

All of us would have never imagined how much horror could be brought into our lives with the construction of one manor house.

I was 16 years of age when it began and we looked forward to it. It would take many people to build it and that meant more money for the families in the community.

So, we began. . . .

It was going smoothly at first everyone gave a hand at setting the foundation. Happy chatter floated around the construction site as we worked. Men digging and leveling ground, women cooking, and children playing in the fields nearby.

The first accident didn't occur until the first beams were being placed in the ground. It was a little girl, only 4 years old.

She was running to her papa when one of the large beams suddenly fell. The girl didn't even see it coming; it crushed her small body immediately. Only after several large men managed to move it did they realize the extent of the damage.

Days after the accident there were still stains on the ground where she met her fate.

\After that the women were quiet, the children sent home to be watched by the elderly. The walls were now coming up in the weeks following. One boy in particular that wasn't quite as strong as the other men and was sometimes quite lazy lost his life.

It seemed as though the house that was to be didn't want any interruptions while it was being made. Some of the other girls were beginning to become nervous, saying that the grounds were haunted, that there wasn't something right about building a home there.

The woman who commissioned it to be built was still in her huge house in the city, no one had seen her and only the foreman had spoken with her. She also didn't care that so far two lives had been lost in the making of her new home.

Several months had passed and the house was now an incomplete hull. It seemed to loom over the rest of our village atop the hill, as if it was sneering at the people who worked day after day making it whole.

It was a beautiful house, large windows, big rooms, two stories of elegance. Just what the woman wanted.

Everyone seemed to calm a bit and enjoy their work on the manor a little more after some time to try and forget the two deaths that had occurred. The children however stayed with the older people in the village.

Two weeks before my 17th birthday the floors were being finished and I was one of the girls that followed behind the progress to clean and polish. There were eight of us working one room, several were just talking and enjoying being out of the sun, myself and two others were sweeping and mopping.

Taking a moment to run a cloth against my face I could have sworn I felt the floor move just a little under my feet, as if it was stretching, fitting in with the rest of the room.

I just shook my head and continued what I was doing.

It wasn't long after that the house was almost complete, the woman had already had several loads of furniture that were waiting to be put in their place and just a few servants who were expected to get the house clean before their lady arrived.

Glass was placed in windows, flowers were being planted, paint was applied.

Two months after I turned 18 the house was complete and the new owner was due to arrive any day. We had no idea what we were in for, all we knew was that the children were the first to disappear……

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Well there's the prologue, hope you liked it. Review if you like, if not thanks for reading.

-Thrust