Hey ~

this is my first fanfiction about the Inuyasha fandom. Therefore, if I have forgotten something or ignored something, don't be afraid to let me know. This is going to be a really short narrative and it is expected to be completed after 3 chapters. It is only a short project, the idea of ​​which arose from my current illness.
I am of course happy to receive reviews and constructive criticism.
But now I wish you a lot of fun with the first chapter and hope that most of you will like it. ^^

lg Ankh

1 Chapter - The place where everything ended and everything started

It was late at night, a dark moment in the ever-repeating flow of time, brought about by the everlasting constellation of sun to moon, under which the light of day had peacefully extended its hand to the darkness of night. The sun had risen from the firmament to the earth with a purple flicker hours ago, and the moon, which had taken its place, preferred to hide its silver glow behind the dark, non-passing clouds.

The forest lay in the deep darkness of the night, but here and there the brightly shining stars cast their faint glow over the proud heads of numerous trees, peeking every now and then with a cheerful shimmer through branches and leaves. But behind every deceptive glimmer of light lurked the probability of an unexpected death, a place that promised an excruciating end. Dark beings, demons of a malicious nature and figures who had promised their souls to the gloom were on the hunt and weak people gave an impeccable opera at this time and in a place like this.

And yet the figure that wandered through the nightly darkness of the forest felt no fear. For the person's supernatural spirit reveled in a distant world, was tied in the clothing of a bowed head to memories from which they could not tear themselves away as they moved on with ever slower steps. In days gone by, there lay horrific sadness, uncanny worry and unbearable pain. Lonliness…

These feelings, which had ruled the young man's life for so long, were the only thing that his betrayed and wounded heart knew. He had suffered from them for too long, carried the agony with it in every fiber of his body for far too long. All these years he had believed they were his inescapable destiny, what had taught him for as long as he could remember that he had to fight and become strong to survive.
It had been theirs for so long ... still was. It was so easy to tear yourself away from them, to confide in your friends and to get closer to their warming light. But no, so often he had overlooked it, not even realized it, the saving hand that the most important person in his life had given him so often to lead him out of the darkness of painful memories.

He wanted to take it.He wished more than anything that it would be that easy. Even if he should fail, he longed for the brief moment in which he could finally forget ... also the faded memories of a beautiful face, the expression of motherly love, whose smile became ever weaker, the glow in the eyes increasingly cloudy and white skin got paler and paler. She, the first woman he had come to love in his previous existence, could not cope with living apart from his father and was no longer able to endure his death. She died. She had never looked at him again and smiled proudly at him.

Oh, if the constant return of death was inevitable ... he had never been prepared for it and the precious loss that he had to endure twice in a row was too great. His first and greatest, honest love, which he believed he was capable of only once in his life ...
Even after she'd left him a second time, he couldn't believe the fact that she would be gone forever. But at the same time, with every day that passed, it became easier and he felt how the curse of mourning, which he had spoken by himself and which had already rested on his soul for too long, gradually began to disappear. The invisible, wide-open scar had finally started to close.

With a shaking head movement, under which a few isolated strands of silver colored hair gently caressed the skin of his face, he tried to chase these gloomy thoughts out of his head. He had suffered enough and no longer wanted to feel the loneliness that had plagued him all these years. He didn't want to associate his mother's memory with these terrible feelings. And even after Kikyo's death, the woman he had followed for so long; even beyond their first farewell, he wanted to finally lead a happy life.

He finally wanted to start living.

His name, spoken by the soft and bright voice of the person he trusted most, was all that he ever wished for, what he wanted. When she said his name with this affection, with this melancholy, then he felt secure and it seemed as if all of his longings were suddenly fulfilled.

He experienced a place in his heart, a feeling that so long ago he would not even have thought possible or true. He hadn't noticed, taken no notice of ... until it was suddenly too late to go back.

The soles of his bare feet brushed wet grass and soft earth, and the faint rustling of the red cloth that he wore on his body ceased in the midst of the silence of the forest as he came to a stop in front of a large old tree. Carefully he reached out his right hand to the strong and dark trunk, while his gaze stayed on a place where he could still hear the faint aura of a forgotten spell.

This was the place where everything ended and where everything started.A place to say goodbye and a place to meet ...
It was time to say goodbye ... and it was time to reach out to the future ...

He remembered the adventures he had had with his friends so far, the places they had traveled together and various terrifying creatures he had fought.
He remembered the many times he had protected her, the girl who had never left his side. He had endured many dangers, had always been on the lookout, but had never found what he was looking for, because ...

He'd been so stupid, never realizing that he already had what he asked for most ...

A faint sigh crept over the young man's lips and his eyes are constantly fixed on the big and old tree in front of him, over whose hard and uneven, dark bark his pointed claws scratched.

The sacred tree.

In him lived the invisible thread of bond between them, which for them even amounted to time and space. Through him he was in contact with her, was even called to her in another world, far away, in a time when what he knew and was so familiar to him, hardly anyone could remember, was no longer existential .

Was he sure he made the right decision?

Again he sent the lonely melody of a sighed sound through the stillness of the dark night.

What should he do? If he dared, there was no turning back ...