InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Y Cyfnewidiad ❯ Deffro ( Chapter 3 )

Y Cyfnewidiad

Cyhiraeth

Story Summary: Sesshoumaru has always looked down upon humans, but what happens when by some cruel twist of fate, he is forced to become one. And as for Inuyasha, is this a dream come true, or his worst nightmare? Sess/Kag Chapter Summary: The moment of truth. Sesshoumaru awakens, and shall not be very pleased to discover either his new condition, or his new companions…

Two weeks ago, my life fell apart.

Two weeks ago, my fears were realised.

And now I don't know what to do, all I hear anymore is the sound of bells.

Sorry, diary, to whom I am speaking once again, pointlessly. Maybe I should see into getting psychological help. I know I'm rambling on, but I can't help it. Everything falls to pieces, and look who's stuck putting them back together.

Except that I can't.

He says that if he can't have me, no one can.

So now, no one can.

Today I sat through class, calculus, of course-I never did manage to pass that damn final-and didn't even bother trying to pay attention. All I could think about was a well that wouldn't open, a jewel that would never be finished, and a wound that would never close.

And the sound of bells, the bells that had given my life meaning, and then taken it away.

Chimes pealing and ringing, and

Why am I writing this? It's over.

Everything is.

Chapter 3: Deffro

Soft laughter, the ringing of bells.

As consciousness slowly returned to him, the sound of bells triggered some buried, half forgotten memory, and told him that something was terribly amiss. Something…but he couldn't quite remember what.

'It doesn't matter anyway,' a voice deep within him insisted, and it was a declaration he was quite willing to listen to. Whatever the problem was, once morning came, he could quickly destroy it. As it so happened, he was exhausted. Sleep was the best idea for now…

'Exhausted? Sleep…what is wrong with me?' It was that question more than anything-far more than the hazy awareness of something being wrong-which shocked him out of his trancelike half sleep. As a full-blooded youkai, seldom did he need a substantial amount of sleep. There was no reason for him to feel this tired.

As he struggled out of the darkness that surrounded him, the sound of bells resonated through his head, confusing him further. Why were those bells so bloody familiar? Why could he not remember? His fading concentration quickly moved back towards trying to awaken. 'Strange. It shouldn't be this difficult to wake,' he decided vaguely. Usually-when he bothered to sleep at all, that is-the sounds of the morning would quickly rouse him. His sensitive hearing would allow nothing less.

But this morning, he could not here much of anything. The strange, eerily familiar bells were still ringing in his ears-there was some significance to them, of that he was certain and still slightly disconcerted that he could not figure out this odd mystery-but besides that, he heard nothing. Even had it been night-he was instinctively aware that it was daytime. Even a human would have recognised that much-he should have been able to hear more.

Slightly worried now, he quickly came fully awake and found out that his sense of hearing was not the only thing that had been disrupted. He could smell nothing, and felt… Pain? It was not a sensation he was particularly accustomed to, but what he was feeling now was hardly pleasant. Pain, certainly, but many times worse than anything he had ever felt before. Not even the loss of his arm-a reflexive snarl curled his lips at the memory-had hurt like this.

As if from a distance, a sound reached his ears, "…think … waking." It was the voice of a young man, one that he recognised but couldn't quite place.

He didn't dwell on it for very long-humans hardly ever interested him in any situation-because his attention had drifted back to the arm he had lost: the arm that was mysteriously attached to his shoulder once again. It did not take the superior senses that were strangely not working to recognise that much.

More than slightly shocked by the sudden restoration of his arm, the taiyoukai opened his eyes and soon realised that his eyesight had met the same fate as his hearing and sense of smell. For a moment, his vision swam, until he could make out the image of a young human male, dressed in a familiar blue outfit, who was leaning over and watching him expectantly.

'What is he doing?' he wondered, revolted by the nearness of the creature above him. "Human, remove yourself or die," he stated calmly, believing that nothing more would be necessary to frighten the mortal away.

Instead, the human continued to watch him carefully, his expression somewhat grim. "Sesshoumaru, I don't think that you are in any position to make threats," he said calmly, though his eyes nervously shifted towards the staff that was resting at his side.

That small show of nerves did not satisfy Sesshoumaru. So he knows who I am. Then why is he still here? In the demon lord's experience, most humans who recognised him ran screaming for their lives. While he did not normally condone random acts of homicide, it was a reaction he did nothing to discourage, wanting nothing to do with the humans anyway. But this man is not running. Who is he?

Slowly, he became accustomed to his diminished senses, and recognised the human as a monk, perhaps the one that travelled with his idiot half-brother. What was his name…? It had never occurred to him to learn the names of Inuyasha's companions.

"I'm surprised you are awake so soon. Actually, I'm surprised you are awake at all…for a while there, I thought you were as good as dead. You were seriously injured…"

Injured? He couldn't remember any injuries, or any battle at all.

This human was obviously lying to him.

With a growl, Sesshoumaru forced his weight onto his elbows in an attempt to get up, intent upon destroying the mortal who presumed to lie to him. But as he tried to move, his vision swam once again, and he was forced to admit that the human could be telling the truth.

"Wait!" the monk was saying, clearly alarmed, as almost gently pushed the demon lord back onto the ground. "You're far too weak! You'll only hurt yourself further."

"What have you done…" Sesshoumaru began, ready to get some answers out of this human, but broke off when a familiar female voice cried out his brother's name, "Inuyasha! Don't…"

Kagome and Sango were just returning from the hot springs, happy that this one time they did not need to worry about Miroku's roving hands…well, eyes, in this case. No, the monk was too busy watching over their new patient.

The miko laughed to herself, 'keeping Inuyasha away from him is more likely,' she thought, remembering the arguments the two men had had two days before, after they had first found the newly transformed demon lord. She had never seen Inuyasha so conflicted.

"Kagome…?" Sango questioned, worry in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking," Kagome replied, looking briefly towards her friend.

The exterminator glanced towards the miko, but did not speak again until the two got closer to the rest of the group, and Shippou launched himself into Kagome's arms with a squeal, "You're back! Inuyasha's not very happy…"

Kagome laughed softly, "I can imagine," she said, remembering how impossible the hanyou could be whenever she wanted to spend a bit of time in her own era. If anything, this was worse. 'At least Inuyasha likes me,' she thought, then faltered. 'At least, I think he does.' She shook her head, 'Well, he doesn't hate me at least…'

Shippou jumped down from her embrace and leapt ahead of them, "Well, you better calm him down, Kagome," the kitsune said.

"Me…! Why me?" the miko demanded.

"Well, he won't listen to anyone else when he's like this…" Shippou said.

"What makes you think he'd listen to me!?" Kagome half shrieked.

"Well you know how it is between two people who…" the fox began, but was cut off by Kagome's howled scream. With a half smile, the taijiya picked the kitsune up, turning a somewhat rebuking glance towards her best friend. 'Right,' Kagome thought sheepishly, 'his sensitive hearing.'

Any apology, well deserved or not, was precluded by the sound of stomping feet and the sense of an aura that Kagome could only associate with Inuyasha. 'Great,' she thought, 'now I get to deal with him anyway…'

"Wench!" the hanyou started, coming to a stop right in front of the two women and the fox child. He stuck an accusing finger under her nose, and demanded, "Why the hell can't we just leave him with Kaede?"

"Because, Inuyasha," Kagome replied in an overly patient voice, "you're not supposed to move an injured person."

The hanyou snorted, "Then why don't we leave him here. He's healed well enough…"

"It's been two days!" Kagome exclaimed, "and he still hasn't woken up."

The half demon looked somewhat uncomfortable before replying, "Well…damn it, Kagome, that's not my fault."

"Look, Inuyasha, can't you just wait a couple more days?" Kagome asked, her patience now strained.

"We don't have the damn time! Or did you forget about the Shikon no Tama? Too busy with your new pet?"

"Pet…?" Kagome sputtered. 'Now where the hell did he get an idea like that…?' "What…"

The growl that the hanyou directed towards her was almost frightening, but in her renewed anger, Kagome hardly noticed. "What the hell do you mean, pet? Do you think this is some sort of sick joke…?"

Her rant was cut off when the hanyou turned away from her and settled his gaze in the general direction of their campsite. During their argument, they had drawn closer to it, and even Kagome and Sango with their less powerful senses could easily make out the shape of Miroku in the distance. "Finally…" Inuyasha hissed, cracking his knuckles in a way Kagome did not particularly like.

"What…?" she began, mentally cursing herself, 'That seems to be my reply to everything recently.' But still, she didn't like the gleam that was now in the hanyou's eyes.

"It's Miroku," Sango said, suddenly by her side again.

"What about him?" Kagome asked, though she knew the answer as soon as the question was out of her mouth. 'Sesshoumaru must be awake now. This is not going to be pretty…'

'Damn it. This is just wonderful,' Inuyasha was thinking, sitting in the lower branches of a tree halfway between the campsite and the hot springs that the girls were presently using. 'Damn that wench and her sympathy for everything that breathes…' He couldn't help but wonder if the miko would have taken it upon herself to help Sesshoumaru if he had been injured but still youkai, 'Probably, that damn fool.'

She surely didn't have any serious ingrained mistrust for youkai. Just look at her and that damned wolf, Kouga. 'She won't even let me take the jackass's shards, though that moron would probably be better off without them.' He knew for a fact that she would have dropped everything to help that idiot. He knew from experience.

Hell, he wouldn't put it past her to help Naraku if she found him half dead in the middle of a road.

Okay, so maybe that was pushing it, but so was this. It was Sesshoumaru, black hearted ('does he even have a heart,'­ Inuyasha had to wonder. Experience told him no), cold blooded slayer of humans. Well, of youkai too, but that was hardly a qualification in this situation.

'And now we get to sit here and wait for the bastard to wake up. Oh joy. Damn it all to hell,' he seethed inwardly, jumping out of the tree, intent on sharing his mind with the wench. 'Not like he'd even make it easy and just wake up. Oh no, that'd be asking to much of that damned jackass…'

Before he took a step in the direction of the hot springs, however, Shippou had run up ('where had he come from anyway?') and stopped in front of him, a glint of defiance in those mischievous eyes, "Where do you think you're going, Inuyasha?" the kit demanded.

With a snort, the hanyou picked the kitsune up by the tail and held him up before his face, watching as the defiance in Shippou's face turned to annoyance and frustration, "Hey! You put me down! And don't you dare go after Kagome, they're in the hot springs! You know what'll happen if you go looking for them now…"

The kitsune trailed off ominously, and Inuyasha barely repressed the urge to wince. He knew what would happen…he'd seen Miroku get into trouble often enough with Sango to know better than to underestimate them. And as much as he wanted this idiotic adventure over with, Inuyasha had no desire to get better acquainted with the dirt.

Again.

So instead, the hanyou sank to the ground cross-legged, Shippou's tail still caught between his claws, and prepared himself to wait for the girls to finish. As annoying as it was now, he knew that it would be more pleasant in the long run. And, as much as he didn't want to admit it, more successful. The wenches were hardly reasonable when they thought their virtue had been compromised…

"I don't understand what you're so mad about," Shippou commented, and the hanyou turned his attention back towards the kitsune.

"We're wasting time," he snapped at the fox.

Shippou shrugged, "There'll still be shards when we're done."

Inuyasha snorted, "Not if Naraku finds them all first."

"Don't say things like that!" the kit complained. "And anyway, even if we were travelling, there's not guarantee that'd we'd actually find anything. Or that the shards wouldn't get stolen by someone, Kagura, Kikyou…" he hesitated as the face about three inches from his own suddenly snarled dangerously, and then continued quickly, "Naraku himself…"

"Shut up, kit," Inuyasha warned, his voice little more than a growl.

Shippou shrugged, "I'm just saying. We've helped people before."

"I don't consider Sesshoumaru 'people,'" Inuyasha replied, his voice still dangerous.

"He's your brother, Inuyasha!" Shippou squealed.

Taking offence, the hanyou countered defensively, "I have no control over that!"

Shippou sighed, "It wasn't an insult. At least you have family."

"I don't consider him family," Inuyasha snarled, taking no notice of the glint of sadness in the kitsune's eyes. His lips drawing into a half frown, the hanyou tossed Shippou away from him, "Get lost, kit."

Shippou glanced over his shoulder once, his eyes full now of sorrow and compassion, before running off in search of his surrogate mother, leaving Inuyasha to brood once again.

'Family. Who needs a family like that…? Damn that kit, he doesn't understand a thing…' Inuyasha laughed softly, a quiet, bitter sound that hardly merited the term 'laugh,' before settling himself on the ground and waiting for the girls to be finished once again. Everything he had told Shippou was correct, and Inuyasha couldn't quite decide how he felt about that. 'Maybe things will be different now?' he wondered. 'Emotion is always harder to suppress when I'm human. Maybe…'

'Hell, no. Not damn likely,' ruthlessly the hanyou squished the small seed of false hope that had threatened to entrench itself in his soul. The only emotions Sesshoumaru knew were calm anger and murderous rage, and that was bloody unlikely to change anytime soon, human or no.

He suddenly recognised the scents of the two woman and kitsune returning, and jumped to his feet to go meet them. Moving forward, he came to a stop right in front of Sango and Kagome, and acknowledged the latter with his customary greeting, "Wench! Why the hell can't we just leave him with Kaede?"

Kagome's calm, almost martyred look, was quite amusing, "Because, Inuyasha, you're not supposed to move an injured person."

Kagome and her futuristic beliefs. Alright, so maybe moving a wounded man wasn't the best idea, but Sesshoumaru could take care of himself. And if wild animals got to him in the meantime… The hanyou snorted to prevent a grim smile from passing across his face, "Then why don't we leave him here. He's healed well enough…"

"It's been two days!" Kagome exclaimed, "and he still hasn't woken up."

'Yeah. Despite all my yelling and cursing. That bastard's too damn stubborn. We should leave him to the animals. Wouldn't that be a great fate for the high and mighty Sesshoumaru…' Something within him shied away from the image, and made him respond in a voice somewhat meeker than he'd have liked, "Well…damn it, Kagome, that's not my fault."

"Look, Inuyasha, can't you just wait a couple more days?" Kagome asked, and he could see that she was at the end of her limited patience.

"We don't have the damn time! Or did you forget about the Shikon no Tama? Too busy with your new pet?" Inuyasha's mouth snapped shut as the realisation of what he had just said raced through his mind. 'New pet? Could that really be all she thinks of me… Hell, she treats me like a damned dog half the time, maybe…'

He didn't like the implications and through his growls, barely heard the girl's sputtering of "Pet…?" and "What…" Somewhere along the way she regained control over her vocal cords and managed to spit out, "What the hell do you mean, pet? Do you think this is some sort of sick joke…?"

And then quite distinct voices made their way to his sensitive ears. Strangely enough, he could hear them as well as he had been able to hear Kagome's complaints. It was Miroku's voice that he now heard, "Wait!" the monk was saying, "You're far too weak! You'll only hurt yourself further."

He barely registered the lull in Kagome's rant as he turned away from her and settled his gaze in the general direction of their campsite. Well, it seemed that the bastard had at last woken up. Now they could finish this annoying business once and for all. "Finally…" Inuyasha hissed, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

A/N: you know, I could stop here, but I think I owe you all a bit more

Well, for a while now the point of view will be changing often and randomly. The symbol:

. . .

will indicate said shifts.

"What…" Kagome mumbled, seeing the eagerness in her friend's eyes, and recognising that he was about ready to get himself into a fight that-as far as they were aware-he couldn't lose. Kagome had always hated seeing the brothers fight, and didn't to watch this time as Inuyasha started the fight.

"It's Miroku," Sango murmured, and the miko turned to her and asked, "What about him?"

The taijiya raised an eyebrow, and Kagome turned back to see Inuyasha leave her side and race forward. His target was painfully obvious, and Kagome saw no way to prevent it, short of her customary sit. In this instance, however, she didn't think that would be the best idea…

Snapping out of her reverie, Kagome winced, and cried out, a second too late, "Inuyasha! Don't…"

She broke off as Sango's had grasped her shoulder and the other girl's voice hissed in her ear, "It's too late, Kagome. Don't bother."

"But…"

"He may be hot-headed, but Inuyasha's not stupid. He knows what he's doing," Sango decided, but Kagome couldn't help but notice the hint of worry in her friend's eyes. 'Like hell he knows what he's doing…' she concluded darkly. 'How can even think through a murderous rage…?'

. . .

Contrary to what Kagome was thinking, Inuyasha was not in the midst of a murderous rage. He was confused, certainly, and without a doubt angry. But he was far from murderous. Sometime between when he and the others found Sesshoumaru and the present moment, Inuyasha had accepted that his brother was no longer a demon, and he himself would not lower himself to the pointless murder of humans.

'No matter how much some deserve it…'

For that reason, he did not run at his brother with claws extended, but came to a stop several feet away and fixed the once-demon with an overtly superior glance, "Well. Look who's awake. So, you couldn't just roll over and die, bastard?"

For a moment, said bastard seemed every bit as confused as Inuyasha himself felt. Then his lips shifted into a slight and fairly unpleasant smile, "You seem as intelligent as always, Inuyasha."

'Damn him,' Inuyasha seethed, 'Broken and helpless and…human,' at that thought, a half smile crossed his face as well, before vanishing entirely, 'and still insulting.' His claws twitched with the desire to rip apart that perfect face, but he somehow managed to restrain himself.

He may have promised himself that he would not hurt his brother, but he'd never mentioned anything about taunting. So, with no trace of the apprehension he felt, the hanyou lowered himself to the ground in front of Sesshoumaru, amusement dancing in his golden eyes. "This is too good to be true," he laughed.

"You're so weak, I think Shippou could take you."

. . .

Sesshoumaru's gaze, still weak and barely focused, shifted from his disgusting, gloating halfling brother to the kitsune watching from the slayer's arms. Was Inuyasha implying that…

"Look at you," the hanyou crowed, triumph in his eyes. "You know I'm right."

"Inuyasha, go away," the monk stated in a calm but commanding voice that Sesshoumaru was certain would have no effect. It was unlikely that the half-breed was going to listen to reason; he never had in the past.

"Hell, no, Miroku. This is too fun," the hanyou answered. The pressure against Sesshoumaru's shoulder increased, and he glanced over to see that the monk's hand was still restraining him. More than slightly annoyed, Sesshoumaru resolved that the human was soon going to be missing that hand.

The pressure lifted and he could barely make out the soft sound of footsteps as the monk moved away from him. Sesshoumaru turned his gaze back to his idiotic half-brother, and could not deny-at least to himself-that Inuyasha could be right. Though he could recall nothing of what had happened, at the moment he was pathetically weak. While the kitsune posed no threat, despite Inuyasha's comments to the contrary, the hanyou himself could become a serious problem…

It was not an easy thing for Sesshoumaru to admit, but he had long ago realised that it was unwise to delude oneself, especially about something such as strength. His senses were still not working well and he could barely move, and the awareness that in this condition he was no real match for his pathetic half-brother wounded his pride, leaving him more angry than he would have liked.

For that reason, any resolution against fighting he had made went up in smoke at Inuyasha's next words.

. . .

It had been decades since Inuyasha had heard a word of praise from his elder brother. No, he had become accustomed to cruel remarks about his tainted blood and disgraceful existence. Never had he been good enough, and because of his human heritage, nothing would ever change that.

Despite his dark thoughts, a grim smile crossed the hanyou's lips. 'Tainted blood? Disgraceful existence? Who's disgraceful now?'

He knew it was not the smartest thing to say, but nothing in the world could have prevented him from avenging himself for all those years of disdain. Inuyasha turned away from Miroku, whose gaze still darted warily between the two half-brothers, and laughed in Sesshoumaru's face.

"I'm waiting," he began, crossing his arms. "Where's your damn speech about youkai superiority now?"

His half-brother actually had the decency to look slightly bemused. 'I bet he doesn't even realise yet. This is just too damn good…' Inuyasha almost smirked, noting that confused expression. "I may be part human, but at least I'm half demon too. The only disgrace I see now is you, bastard."

Sesshoumaru was weakened and badly wounded, not to mention human now to boot. Inuyasha had not been expecting him to attack… Hell, the hanyou didn't think his brother would have been able to attack if he wanted to.

Never in his life had Inuyasha been more wrong.

. . .

'Damn him and his foolish pride,' Kagome thought, watching as Inuyasha offered his brother a mortal insult. 'This is not the place for his hot-headed temper.'

She opened her mouth, prepared to 'sit' the hanyou, when Miroku stepped right next to her and cleared his throat. "Kagome," he finally said, "perhaps it would be best if we let those two work out their issues."

"You mean, like…get it out of their systems?" Kagome asked.

Miroku nodded, "Exactly. If we are going to have to work with Sesshoumaru, at least for now, it would help to not have them constantly trying to kill each other."

Kagome nodded, but still felt a grain of uneasiness as she watched Sesshoumaru lunge to his feet (having apparently completely forgotten all of his injuries) and attack his younger brother, his no-longer-clawed hand extended. 'They've never gotten over their issues, as Miroku stated, in the past. What's going to make them start now?'

No, it was far more likely that they would not 'get it out of their systems' until one or the other was dead, as was likely to occur right now if Kagome didn't put an end to it. And at the moment, it was painfully obvious which one was going to end up dead. If Inuyasha couldn't defeat his instincts and hold back (and Kagome knew he was unused to fighting his brother with anything less than 100% of his strength), then there was only one possible conclusion to this fight.

And for some reason, the thought of Inuyasha killing Sesshoumaru was more painful to her than she would have believed possible. Perhaps it was because she sensed that at least subconsciously, Inuyasha did not want to see his brother dead, and she couldn't imagine what would happen to the strong conscience he tried so hard to hide.

. . .

Sesshoumaru was satisfied to discover that he had more strength left than he had originally thought. With a power born mostly from anger, he lunged towards his half-breed brother, intent upon wiping that complacent smirk off of his face, and soon realised that his senses had not been the only things to suffer.

As Inuyasha quickly jumped out of the way, Sesshoumaru discovered that he was too slow to even make contact with the hanyou. 'When did he become so quick…?' the demon lord found himself wondering with a feeling nearing respect. Inuyasha had always been ridiculously sluggish and slow, though he had to admit that for a hanyou, his half-brother was rather powerful.

Clenching the claws of his newly regrown left hand, Sesshoumaru took a step after the half-breed, his anger overpowering his better judgment. 'Disgraceful…' It might have been an almost comical accusation had it not infringed upon his honour.

And that would have been one of the worst mistakes Inuyasha could have ever made…

Except that his claws did not seem to be working. Sesshoumaru broke off his attack and turned his attention to his hands, surprised at this newest development. How could whatever had affected his senses and speed have hurt his claws as well?

His eyes widened in shock as he stared upon claws (though they hardly merited the name) that were completely changed. Rather than long talons, his fingers ended with the short, weak, and genuinely useless nails of a human; he knew instinctively that they were incapable of producing the poisons of which he was so fond. The reddish stripes that had always marked his wrists had vanished as well.

He finished his inspection and looked back up to stare at his younger brother, who had stopped gloating somewhere along the line and was watching the ground uncomfortably. 'He knows…' Sesshoumaru thought, still wondering what exactly it was that the hanyou knew. "Inuyasha," he addressed the half-breed, whose head jerked up at the sound of his name. "Explain."

. . .

Inuyasha had not expected it to be so hard to explain what had happened. In fact, he had thought that it would be somewhat amusing, at the very least. But something had changed, and he found that he wasn't enjoying himself at all.

When Sesshoumaru had attacked him, Inuyasha had been surprised, to say the least, but had had no trouble getting out of the way. And while he couldn't explain why, at the moment, the prospect of beating up his annoying brother was not too appealing, so instead he stayed away and watched as the older-'well, I can't exactly call him a demon anymore, can I?-man stared at his hands and came to his own conclusion.

Or, as it turned out, failed to come to the obvious conclusion. Somewhat warily, Inuyasha moved towards his brother until he was only several feet away, and then shrugged. "It's really not that hard a concept," he said, somewhat surprised that all the anger and hatred he had felt only moments before had vanished.

Inuyasha reached out and grabbed a handful of Sesshoumaru's now-black hair, smirking slightly as his half-brother reflexively flinched away. "See?" he asked, shoving the hair in his brother's face and noting how those eyes widened in shock.

"You still can't figure it out?" Inuyasha asked, though he could see by the trace of horror in his brother's now violet eyes that the one-time demon lord had finally realised what had happened to him.

But suddenly, Inuyasha was beginning to enjoy himself again. "You'd have to be a damned moron not to, you know. But then again, what'd I expect from a bastard who can't figure out that no matter how many times he comes after Tetsusaiga, he'll never get it?

"You're human now."

A/N: Ah, poor Sesshy…he is not going to be pleased about this, not one bit. Sorry about the delay, I made the story somewhat longer than usually as a result. See, it's been kind of touch-and-go with my muse. I think Calliope (who is, by the way, one of the original Greek muses) was playing a game of hide-and-seek with me, and my friends have never failed to point out how horrible I am at finding people (no joke, when I was working at the library, a friend and I had nothing else to do, and decided to play. It was a bloody library, and I couldn't find her anywhere). Okay, so that's my lame excuse. And of course, any flashes of inspiration I did get don't come in until later in the story, so at the moment, I have no idea what I'm doing. So, if there's something that anyone would really like to see, I haven't planned this out enough yet to make adding things in impossible.

and now a few translations:

Y Cyfnewidiad: basically means "the change"

Y Darganfyddiad: "the discovery"

Yr Adferiad: "the recovery/healing"

Deffro : "to wake" (not conjugated)

And now, without further ado, the reviewers: