Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Like Sakura Petals Falling... ❯ Genesis ( Prologue )

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Prologue (Genesis)

To say a story has but one beginning would be both premature and short-sighted. And real story-- any good story-- can quite easily have countless beginnings, all depending on the perspective chosen to view it from. Each of these beginnings, interwoven and interspersed throughout the tale, take you in and out, backward and forward, right and left, up and down. Every possible direction until you become so immersed in its intricacy that you loose yourself in the lore itself. Until you become a part of the very story as its being told.

In short, faerie tales are real. Why else would they remain so enduring? Imprinting themselves indelibly upon our psyches. And with each imprint, a new beginning is formed. A new opening in one's soul-- even their world-- for things and beings that should defy all previous conceptions held.

For, ultimately, beginning are nothing more than the crux of creation, cyclical and unending. Granted, if you look back far enough you may find some common source. A lone voice whispering across an endless void of nothingness.

"Let there be light."

Quickly followed by a grand explosion-- a big bang, if you will. The fallout of which drifting aimlessly out and away from its epicenter all the while creating the cosmos as we know it. Only so that then, countless eons later, some silly little creature can sit under the stars dreaming up the source of it all. While the best that can be made of such things as humanly foreseen is little more than:

"She was born. She grew up. She ceased to be."

Yet the portent held within those three small, deceptively simplistic sentences is infinite. Three worlds worlds revolving around the cause and effect of one life, and the choices made both directly and indirectly to send this life down its fateful course. Origins observed, lifetimes crossed and overlapped--

--Predestination.

One small life-- a life that, at first glance, would seem so small and insignificant-- would mold and changed the very universe surrounding Her irrevocably.

But, remember, everything is cyclical; and nothing truly ever ceases, merely changes form. Sometimes almost as though lying in wait. Perhaps for the three three worlds of Her unwitting creation to align again properly to bring about a rebirth.

But a rebirth of what, and the consequences of such a new beginning must remain unseen and unknown until its conception has come to pass.

Whatever is to come, however, the time draws near.