InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Truth of the North ❯ The Legend Becomes Reality ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Playwrite_Chailyn 
A mother looses her child to fear and a loving young couple suddenly find themselves with a child. One that they may not have asked for, but would love with all their hearts.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Mystery / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
A mother looses her child to fear and a loving young couple suddenly find themselves with a child. One that they may not have asked for, but would love with all their hearts.
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy / Mystery / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 240 | Status: Completed
1¾ « ; 8 : : ; < < < Ð One cold and lonely night a young woman with locks of hair to match the midnight sky could be seen walking across an open plain. The ground barren of all life except for a few stray dying trees. The light of the full moon being her only guiding light as she trekked nearer to the forming forest.
What was left of her once beautiful silver kimono clung to her blood coated body. Within her arms was a bundle wrapped in blood red fabric, red from her own blood. The bundle moved slightly in her grasp and she couldn't help the gasp of shock that fled from her mouth.
"Calm little one," she whispered, "Everything will be okay soon." With that the bundle, now known as a child, settled down. She turned to look back at whence she and the child had come. In the far distance the mountains loomed forbiddingly, a small spark of light flickered and grew as she watched. Grief claimed her heart and soul as she watched the flame grow. She knew that where that flame grew was once her home, everything would be destroyed be that fire. All because of the child in her arms, but she couldn't hate the baby, it was a part of her after all.
She hated the thought of having to send her child away; but for the sake of her lands, and her now dead husband, she had too. A tear slipped down her face as she turned back to the forest. Time was passing quickly, it wouldn't be long before they realized she and the child were gone. She had to move fast if she wished for her child to be safe.
She found the clearing she was searching for, in the center rested a new well. She propped her body against the edge and panted from the nights exertions. Carefully she lifted a silver chain over her head and pulled the fabric away to reveal the child's head. She placed the chain around the child's head and chanted quickly. The child's sharp features rounded to that of a normal baby's and a name silently engraved itself on the chain.
"Always be strong, my little Yumika," she kissed the child's forehead as tears fell from her dark eyes. Holding the child over the well she said one last farewell, "My daughter, heiress to the North, please forgive your mother and one day return." With that she dropped the child into the well and watched as a purple light poured forth from it.
"Please be safe," she whispered as foot steps beat through out the forest, nearing her by leaps and bounds. She turned to face them, her dark eyes nothing more the murky ice.
"Where is the child!" they commanded, one stepped forward, her husband's best guard. A firm and grim expression covered his normally warm face.
"Where is she my lady?" The deep timber made the woman turn colder as she stared at them and vice versa.
"The child is gone and will not walk these lands again." Shock filtered through the male's eyes as he stared at his queen. But just as quickly as it had appeared it disappeared. He nodded stiffly and motioned for the others to stand down and make a path.
"Then let us return home my Queen," she nodded and, with what dignity she still possessed, drifted by the soldiers.
"What is that noise?" asked a woman as she neared the door to the outside.
"It sounds like a baby dear," replied her companion as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She threw a glare over her shoulder as she walked out the door into the predawn light.
"You know what I meant honey," the door slapped shut before he could form a retort to her words. He sighed as he pulled open the door and followed her out running a hand through his dark brown hair. It was slightly long and loose from it normal ponytail at the nape of his neck. They had been peacefully sleeping, when his wife had woke up and scared the life out of him by screaming in his ear. Making him fall off the bed, listening to her mumbling about a baby and needing to find it. He knew she was hurting because of the news from the most recent trip to the doctor, but this was crazy. Deciding to play along, he followed her down stairs and humored her. That was until he had heard the crying himself.
"Siko, hurry and get a ladder!" he heard her yell, it came from the well house; the residence of the legendary Bone Eaters Well.
He ran and grabbed the wooden ladder from the side of the house and ran to the well and dropped it in. She didn't give him a chance to say anything as she almost jumped in the well and rushed down. The crying slowed to nothing and she slowly came back in sight. In her arms was a bundle wrapped in red silk.
"There's a chain around it's neck, but I couldn't get at it or see down there." She handed the child to him so she could climb over the lip of the well, then quickly took it back and out of the well house.
Once back in the house he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor so she could set the child down. Carefully she unwrapped the baby and told him to get one of her shoulder shawls from the bedroom.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, "Your so adorable!" With the blanket removed she found a baby girl with her cinnamon eyes open wide to see the world around her. The woman fingered the long chain around the baby's neck and lifted it off of her for a closer look. Written in a gentle scroll of kanji was Yumika of the North.
"So you're name is Yumika little one?" she whispered looking back at the child and gasped, "Siko!" The sound of running and stumbling could be heard from behind her, closely followed by the pants for air made by her husband.
"What? What's wrong?" he demanded with a concerned voice laced with panic. Then he saw the baby, "A youkai?" Siko slowly approached the two on the floor and kneeled beside his wife. "But how, youkai don't exist," he trailed off. As he took the chain from his wife's fingers and read the name.
"She looked like human a moment ago, but then," she paused mid sentence as a puzzle piece fell into place. "The chain, let me see it?" she grabbed the chain back from her husband and placed it back around Yumika's neck. The small youkai features disappeared quickly and the baby gurgled. "It's a spelled chain," she looked to husband as he picked up the fabric that had been wrapped around Yumika.
"This is, is blood," he whispered in shock.
"That must mean something happened to her family," she looked at him with sad eyes. Eyes that held a glint of hope, hope that they could raise her. He sighed and nodded his head in agreement.
"Hai something had to of happened, there is no other choice." his wife smiled brightly and hugged him tightly around his neck. "But that chain can not leave her neck, the last thing we need is her scaring the entire city or more."
She didn't hear him, she had all ready picked up the baby and was walking with her. And cooing to the little bundle.
"We'll raise you to be the best person we possibly can little Yumika."
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What was left of her once beautiful silver kimono clung to her blood coated body. Within her arms was a bundle wrapped in blood red fabric, red from her own blood. The bundle moved slightly in her grasp and she couldn't help the gasp of shock that fled from her mouth.
"Calm little one," she whispered, "Everything will be okay soon." With that the bundle, now known as a child, settled down. She turned to look back at whence she and the child had come. In the far distance the mountains loomed forbiddingly, a small spark of light flickered and grew as she watched. Grief claimed her heart and soul as she watched the flame grow. She knew that where that flame grew was once her home, everything would be destroyed be that fire. All because of the child in her arms, but she couldn't hate the baby, it was a part of her after all.
She hated the thought of having to send her child away; but for the sake of her lands, and her now dead husband, she had too. A tear slipped down her face as she turned back to the forest. Time was passing quickly, it wouldn't be long before they realized she and the child were gone. She had to move fast if she wished for her child to be safe.
She found the clearing she was searching for, in the center rested a new well. She propped her body against the edge and panted from the nights exertions. Carefully she lifted a silver chain over her head and pulled the fabric away to reveal the child's head. She placed the chain around the child's head and chanted quickly. The child's sharp features rounded to that of a normal baby's and a name silently engraved itself on the chain.
"Always be strong, my little Yumika," she kissed the child's forehead as tears fell from her dark eyes. Holding the child over the well she said one last farewell, "My daughter, heiress to the North, please forgive your mother and one day return." With that she dropped the child into the well and watched as a purple light poured forth from it.
"Please be safe," she whispered as foot steps beat through out the forest, nearing her by leaps and bounds. She turned to face them, her dark eyes nothing more the murky ice.
"Where is the child!" they commanded, one stepped forward, her husband's best guard. A firm and grim expression covered his normally warm face.
"Where is she my lady?" The deep timber made the woman turn colder as she stared at them and vice versa.
"The child is gone and will not walk these lands again." Shock filtered through the male's eyes as he stared at his queen. But just as quickly as it had appeared it disappeared. He nodded stiffly and motioned for the others to stand down and make a path.
"Then let us return home my Queen," she nodded and, with what dignity she still possessed, drifted by the soldiers.
"What is that noise?" asked a woman as she neared the door to the outside.
"It sounds like a baby dear," replied her companion as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She threw a glare over her shoulder as she walked out the door into the predawn light.
"You know what I meant honey," the door slapped shut before he could form a retort to her words. He sighed as he pulled open the door and followed her out running a hand through his dark brown hair. It was slightly long and loose from it normal ponytail at the nape of his neck. They had been peacefully sleeping, when his wife had woke up and scared the life out of him by screaming in his ear. Making him fall off the bed, listening to her mumbling about a baby and needing to find it. He knew she was hurting because of the news from the most recent trip to the doctor, but this was crazy. Deciding to play along, he followed her down stairs and humored her. That was until he had heard the crying himself.
"Siko, hurry and get a ladder!" he heard her yell, it came from the well house; the residence of the legendary Bone Eaters Well.
He ran and grabbed the wooden ladder from the side of the house and ran to the well and dropped it in. She didn't give him a chance to say anything as she almost jumped in the well and rushed down. The crying slowed to nothing and she slowly came back in sight. In her arms was a bundle wrapped in red silk.
"There's a chain around it's neck, but I couldn't get at it or see down there." She handed the child to him so she could climb over the lip of the well, then quickly took it back and out of the well house.
Once back in the house he grabbed a cushion from the couch and threw it on the floor so she could set the child down. Carefully she unwrapped the baby and told him to get one of her shoulder shawls from the bedroom.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed, "Your so adorable!" With the blanket removed she found a baby girl with her cinnamon eyes open wide to see the world around her. The woman fingered the long chain around the baby's neck and lifted it off of her for a closer look. Written in a gentle scroll of kanji was Yumika of the North.
"So you're name is Yumika little one?" she whispered looking back at the child and gasped, "Siko!" The sound of running and stumbling could be heard from behind her, closely followed by the pants for air made by her husband.
"What? What's wrong?" he demanded with a concerned voice laced with panic. Then he saw the baby, "A youkai?" Siko slowly approached the two on the floor and kneeled beside his wife. "But how, youkai don't exist," he trailed off. As he took the chain from his wife's fingers and read the name.
"She looked like human a moment ago, but then," she paused mid sentence as a puzzle piece fell into place. "The chain, let me see it?" she grabbed the chain back from her husband and placed it back around Yumika's neck. The small youkai features disappeared quickly and the baby gurgled. "It's a spelled chain," she looked to husband as he picked up the fabric that had been wrapped around Yumika.
"This is, is blood," he whispered in shock.
"That must mean something happened to her family," she looked at him with sad eyes. Eyes that held a glint of hope, hope that they could raise her. He sighed and nodded his head in agreement.
"Hai something had to of happened, there is no other choice." his wife smiled brightly and hugged him tightly around his neck. "But that chain can not leave her neck, the last thing we need is her scaring the entire city or more."
She didn't hear him, she had all ready picked up the baby and was walking with her. And cooing to the little bundle.
"We'll raise you to be the best person we possibly can little Yumika."
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