The Eyes of Refection by Dark Fang 1990

prolog ...summer winds of change

This is my first fanfic so I don't mind critiques just make sure there appropriate I also know my spelling is bad. But I do have a Beta reader so that helps ^^ big thanks to Wolf-storm.

I don't own Inu Yasha

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The Eyes of Refection

Prolog...summer winds of change

Water droplets trickled off a dry river the rainy season had finally ended. The sky's of Tokyo where clear other then the occasional smoke that floated around unnoticed by a single living creature. Its only when the clouded sky let its heavy rain fall down to the cold pavement that anyone took notice.

A tattered brown shoe beyond recognition lay at the small ponds edge and its owner's long legs dangled deep in the pound. The rest of the body lay lazy back under a shaded tree. Not making a sound other then the soft breathing from the rise and fall of the chest.

The air was cool for a humid day witch meant that a light wind had decided to stay for most of the remaining summer. Sakura trees surrounded the area as some of the remaining petals fought to stay on there braches. Leaving would mean breaking away from their home a place they spent most of their life. Some let the wind carry them around with the understanding there would be another to take its place next summer.

After five mints a blossom smaller then the rest gave up and slowly fluttered to the ground. Approaching the wet grassy ground the wind sent one more gust forcing the stubborn petal to land on a tired 19 old females nose. Clouded blue eyes with the colors of the Caribbean Sea opened very slowly and carefully to the bright sunlight. They stared at the object that dared to wake them. The stare was so intent that the blossom was clearly reflected the retina of her eye. But there was no effort to brush the blossom off instead the young woman sat up while the blossom was once again carried away to join the many other blossoms that swept across Japan this time of year.

Silent eyes gazed at there own refection as long ankle length midnight hair shifted over her shoulder. It fell in the calm water then ripped in messy waves for a wile not quite sure where it would settle or what to do with its self. The midnight hair had the appearance of someone who had not bothered to cut it in years and that hadn't been brushed this morning eather.

A faint mark of a skinny silver star lay on her for head a mark defined enough to see but yet at first glance appears as a well shaped scar.

A slender hand picked up the destroyed shoe and inspected it carefully. The young women then ran her hand down her chest to see what was left of what looked like to be a white and green shirt. Then farther down to come across a tattered green skirt. Looking to her feet in the pound it was obvious that the tattered shoe was the only thing that was left of her foot ware.

Falling back from lack of energy this time blossom after blossom fell on her not allowing sleep to come but pushing her in a new direction. Then a small whisper came out so clear that if any one else had been there to hear it they would have heard every word. With a soft sigh the weary girl whispered,

" What happened "?