o… m… g… Random Ms K here! You may know me as kikyo, or you may not, but it’s whateva yo! Whoot! So ok, ok, here I am with the revised version of my story A LIFE’S WORTH! (Can I get a whoot, whoot? No? well then…) where was I goin with this again? I have no idea, so just get on with the readin already k? comments are always welcome, so do it if you want or not, doesn’t really matter to me anymore. So enjoy to prologue yo.PrologueA Typical Tragic BeginningA beautiful young girl raced to the outskirts of her village. She just knew something was wrong. Every fiber of her being screamed danger as she carefully approached a tall figure with a blood lustful aura. “Sesshomaru! Lord Sesshomaru, what’s wrong?” she reached for his hand before pausing. Her best friend, Rai, warned her about a demon’s annoyance. Demon + annoyed = ut-oh.
”Lord Sesshomaru, why are you here? Are you… mad?” her heart skipped a beat at his lack of response. “Hey, guess what? I have another performance today! I would be honored if you’d come and see me.”
She just knew she had him. She knew he’d calm down if he saw her again. All efforts failed, Sesshomaru ignored her and headed towards the village in front of him, desiring a way to kill stress. The young girl ran after him. “My lord! Wait! Please don’t go. Take it out on me, okay?”
He turned to look at her, an acknowledgment that he was listening. The demon lord of the Western lands actually considered her proposition, but was torn between the decisions to cause her harm.
“I’m a fast healer,” she continued, “you know that. If it hurts m’lord, I’ll heal you! I can take it!”
“I’d kill you,” he finally said as if that was enough to change her mind. His lifeless persuasion failed.
“One life or many more. You tell me, m’lord, what you’d do if you were in my situation? You can have my life. Ever since that day, my life has been yours to do with as you please.”
Before she could get another word out, she felt herself drop and flip over. The beautiful young girl, age 7, tightly closed her eyes and dug her nails into the ground. Her Lord Sesshomaru would never actually hurt her. Her loves her right…? Right?
CRASHSesshomaru’s poisonous hand went crashing down into the middle of her back, sending a jolt of paint throughout her system. She screamed. She screamed loudly. She gasped for air. It seemed as with every single breath she took, the poison spread inside her, his hand deeper within her. “Is it worth it?” he smirked silently, ripping his hand away from her, flipping her on her profusely bleeding back. “Well Aurora? Is it worth it now?” he asked again, wiping her tears away. She flinched at his touch. “No…”
Once more, he started on his way toward the village. He’d already decided on letting the poison consume her before he heard her strained cry, “stop!” she breathed, grabbing at his pant leg. “I’m… I’m still here! I can, can still service you… don’t hurt them?”
Annoyed, Sesshomaru bared his mighty fang that was his sword at her and turned to speak. “Child, how are you still able to move let alone speak?” When all he received was silence, he added pressure from his sword to her neck. Blood stained his white pants. “Since you are still able to speak, I want an explanation.”
“I don’t h-have an answer to your question,” she finally announced. “I’m sorry.”
SHENKPulling the sword away from her neck, he plunged it deep within her heart. He looked directly into her unusually beautiful purple and blue orbs as she looked back. It was already too late did he realize what he just did. “Aurora…” he called out, composer breaking, sanity wearing away. Too late. Aurora, age 7, just lay there, still staring straight into his soul.
Dead.
Upset, ashamed, annoyed at what he’d done, Sesshomaru found his way to the village and killed everyone in sight.
…D:Aurora woke up gasping for air. Why was she still alive? Didn’t she die? “Why?” she wondered, pulling herself together and walking back to her own village. “Oh! What a pretty color! Hmmm. Wait a minute, why is everyone sleeping? It’s morning!” she walked over to them.
Red everywhere.
“Wow! Such a very pretty color. Rai! Look! Look at it Rai!”
“…”
“Hey, wake up.”
“…”
“Rai…” she pushed him, “look!”
“…”
A bit of loneliness and sadness came over her. What was everyone doing sleep when a festival of pure beauty was going on? What happened to Lord Sesshomaru? Can anyone explain just what the hell is going on?
Well since no one wanted to awaken from their slumber, she decided to join them. There was no point in staying awake if you had no one to talk to; no children to play with, no jobs to do, no grownups to harass. That must have been some party.
D=<5 days later, travelers discovered the village and started burying people. 5 days later, everyone was still under the spell of sleep. 5 days later, the beautiful color faded to something awful disgusting. It was hard to tell that these people were drunk on bliss just 5 days before.
Aurora woke up when it was Rai’s turn to go six feet under. Scared, she rushed there with haste. “Stop it!” she shouted, panic clearly showing, tears coming to her eyes. “Stop it! Please don’ be mean to him.”
The travelers looked form one to another. So it seemed there were survivors after all. “Do you know of any who might still be alive child?”
“Stop! Rai’s just sleep! Why are you burying him? You can’t do this!” Her wild eyes looked from one person to the next. She knew they were saying something regarding her people, but she had no idea what was going on; or what will happen from here. “What are you saying? What do you mean? Everyone’s just sleeping. They’ll… they’ll get mad if you wake them. They’ll wake up one their own. I know it!!”
Again, they looked from one to another. “Young one!” a fine man said firmly before his unforgiving eyes softened. “Young one, everyone else isn’t waking up. They can’t.”
“No! They’re just tired! You’ll see. Mama! Show them!” she ran to her mother’s lifeless body. She sat with her terrified eyes staring accusingly to the heavens, her mouth wide as if she would scream at any moment. She was clenching her new born baby for dear life. “Mama, Ai, you have to wake up now. They’re being mean to everyone. Why are they doing this? Mama? Ai? Why? Why won’ you wake up? Why won’ you answer me?! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry mama, please wake up!”
The young man grabbed hold of Aurora and held her close. How long has this poor little girl been staying, sleeping with these dead people? How long has she patiently waited for them to awake and welcome her with open arms? “Come home with us,” he soothed, caressing weeping Aurora’s hair. “We’ll take good care of you.”
“H-he… he wa-wasn’ s’posed to!” she stuttered, gasping between each break. “I was, was s’posed ta be the only one hurt! The only one! He, he was neva s’posed ta harm, harm anyone else. It, it w-was our deal! Why did he break his promise? I, I’m all alone now…!”
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ok, ok, so that was the prologue. don' be disappointed that there's not assinine comments, but hey... ^-^
hope ya liked the prologue tho. there's another one i'm gonna put up that's called Diary of Song/Diary of Lyric.
i'm pretty proud of myself on these two stories. they're ma bay-behs.
well anyway. see yas next time i guess pirate Random Ms K</div>
