He sat in a dark room surrounded by stone. His ghostly pale skin seemed to be the only light seen in the darkness, his long black hair flowed over the thrown upon which he sat. He was thin but well toned, he sat with his hands on the arms of the thrown, his right leg crossed over the left. He looked up as a young boy entered the corridor, he bowed before taking his seat on the floor next to his master's thrown. The man put his hand on the young boy's head, his long silver nails scraping the boy's head as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Good morning my lord." The boy said, before flinching from the pain he received as his master petted his head.

"Pet," The man said, looking down at the boy.

"Yes, master?" The replied, looking up into his master golden eyes.

"Today the day of your birth, is it not." He said looking back to the door. As a servant brought in a goblet of red wine, and an empty potato sack from the kitchen.

"Yes, my Lord it is," the boy said looking up hopefully. He really loved his master, he just hoped his master loved him too. "Just how old are you?" the boy looked away as he thought about it.

"I do believe I am of twelve years," He said with a smile.

"A very good age." He said as he took a sip of the wine.

He gave the goblet to the boy and instructed him to drink, as he did so the man took the potato sack from the servant and told him to leave and not return under any circumstances. The boy lowered the cup from his lips and smiled, for he thought that his master loved him enough to share his wine. His master placed the sack over the young child's head and tied it shut with his sash the boy struggled to take it off and run but was silenced by a wall of death. The man laughed as he watched the boy kill himself the bag secure around his head the boy ran like a fool face first into a wall. He sat and watched the blood seep through the bag. He then stood from his seat and walked over to the boy, getting down on one knee he lifted the boy's head and removed the bag. His eyes open a look of pure terror over took the boy's face. Leaning his head to taste the blood of the now deceased child.

"Mmmm… yes this boy was a good choice. So pure, so ignorant, so trusting of his master." He spoke as he stood walking to sit on his thrown to eat his meal.

Once he was done he threw the carcass behind his thrown for his dogs to finish. He then stood from his thrown and exited the room through a door to his left, as he walked though the corridor he noticed a young woman walking toward him. The sight of her was sickening even to him, she smiled a smile only the dead could give.

"Good morning master Naraku," She said with a smile. "I trust your day has been pleasant."

"Is everything in order for our march against the west." He said boredly brushing past as though he didn't care as to what she had to say.

"Yes, with a few minor adjustments will be ready to move out by dawn," She said with a smile. "I'm slightly worried though, the Western Lord and the Northern Lord have come together like in the days of old. No one has ever survived their wrath."

"Stupid little girl no one has ever defeated me and no one ever will, you'll see. Now be gone with you."

Twelve honest men sat in three rows behind a bench, a young woman stood in an iron cage above them. She waited for her sentencing, it was strange one day they worshipped her, hung on her every word. Now they were condemning her for crimes she had nothing to do with. She held strong to fate nothing they could say or do would break her. She brought their ancestors to this place they call home. Yes she established this court that has betrayed her. She watched as they began to converse amongst themselves, she could hear people banging on the doors screaming that she be freed.

"She is the mother of the world, have mercy upon her." One shouted.

"She's done nothing wrong," came from another.

She stood unfazed ignoring the cries from behind the door, a man to the far left of the last row stood. He was a tall beastly man with long hair and beard, his eyes seemed hollow as well as troubled the boy seemed like he would cry if he didn't leave soon. He was young, too young to be judging her; the high committee was going to let her be. After all she took them under her wing when no one else cared, built them a home in the mountains, set up life for them. Now they were a whole new world that no one who walks in the light knows about unless you lived near Mount Shouno. The youngsters didn't understand what she had accomplished in the passed two hundred years, they were their own race of people now. What took thousands of years she had accomplished in such a short amount of time. Now was time of the long awaited sentencing, she stood with her head high, ready for what fate would bring her way.

"The counsel sentences you to a life of exile, you will be lead to the gate that separates us from the up worlders at dawn."

The counsel filed out one bye one, leaving only one of them still sitting in his chair. "Madam, my name is Drakous, I'm here because those around me say you have gone mad and must be desposed of. By standing here at this moment I wish to find out is what they say true?" He was a curious boy, and in times like these that was dangerous very dangerous.

"My words would mean absolutely nothing; if I were insane I would be lying and if I were sane it would make no difference in my condemnation." She said as she sat down leaning against the cold bars. "I'm counting on you to keep a strong hand in the government of this great city boy. I will be needing you one day." She said with a wicked smile on her face, yes she knew of the war wagging on above them. She had condemned herself in a way, she exiled herself for blood shed. Perhaps she was going mad, no that wasn't it maybe it was HIM that man who so easily invaded her every vision, the man who haunted her every step. She had never seen him before, he was a dark shadow in her dreams all she could see were his golden eyes. They scared her, the vexed her.

"What do you mean, keep a strong hand in the government. What do you mean by needing me?" He shouted toward her; his voice brought her attention back to the boy in front of her.

"Do not speak so loudly…when I call will you answer?"

"Yes," he said warily

"Then that's all that matters," she said closing her eyes. "Two hours till dawn, and I have a long journey ahead of me, sleep well Drakous, speak to the elders and perhaps not all I have done will be for nothing."

At Dawn she was lead to the gates, many people gathered round to see their beloved creator banished like some common criminal. Many begged for mercy but she only received justice, she stepped into the archway turning back to see her people one last time. She saw Drakous, she smiled lovingly toward him as he bowed respectfully. She waved goodbye to all of them, she then set forth with a small bag in hand. All of her belongings left behind aside from the essentials; food, a change of clothing and hunting supplies. Armed with only a dagger as well as a bow and arrows. She set forth into the world she was first condemned to walk upon by the gods, now by the very race she created. Maybe it was because fate saw fit to torture her, or the gods once again playing a very curl trick