The Lake of Time

Note: These characters that I have written about in this story are characters that I have made up, and for those who would like to use my characters I would please like you to ask me first. My e-mail adress is halfdevil_halfangel_2000@yahoo.com. There are two characters in here that I have used in my Inuyasha stories as well, but the two are my characters just as the rest of the characters are. Thanks! ^_~


~*~Chapter One~*~
~*~Mya's Confession~*~

Japan. A place full of mysteries in a time when Tokyo didn't even exist yet. Way back when people lived in huts, and hunted for their food, and collected their water from cool streams that probably don't even exist today. A time where war and terror took place, and only days, weeks, months and years were known, not time. Well, this is when this story takes place.
A war raged in eastern Japan near the forest. Warriors running and turning to shoot and aim their arrows at the attacking enemy. Some yelled in agony and pain, others died quietly. In the trees, a demon woman, probably about 20 years old, had a robe over her head. She had a baby in her arms, pinning the youngster to her as it wailed.
“Shhh," the woman whispered soothingly. She pulled the robe carefully over her more to cover the baby in her arms. She was about to run when she heard, “Halt!” She stopped, and turned to see who had told her to stop. A warrior from the enemy's side came walking up to her.
“Name thy self! Ye are not to leave this place!”
“Oh really?” she asked daringly. "And what gives ye such authority to give me such orders?”
“How dare ye speak in such a tone to me!” the warrior bellowed. He drew out his sword.
Before he could place his attack, the demon woman shouted, “Poison talons!” and with a flash, her hand came out from beneath the robes, her claws glowing bright green, and she sliced his flesh, the poison doing the rest of her work. Burning his skin as he screamed in agony, until finally, his screaming ceased and there was nothing left of him but bones.
She wasn't proud of herself, but she was glad she saved herself and her baby from being killed. The baby wailed even louder, and arrows shot through the air. She gasped and took the chance to run for it. Arrows struck her back hard, nearly knocking her to the ground, but knowing that she had her wailing baby still pinned to her chest gave her the strength she needed. Finally, an arrow was shot straight through her chest, piercing her heart. She gasped, and fell to her knees, dropping the baby that she had held. The baby wailed louder.
"Please, be quiet," she whispered as she gathered up the wailing infant back into her arms. She slowly got to her feet, but knew better than to jump. They would get her for sure. She ran as fast as she could with the strength she had left.
She was pretty deep in the forest now, and she heard one of the warriors say, “I got the female demon through the heart. She will nay last in this forest.”
“But she had a pup with her,” another said. “We can not allow it to grow!”
“With out the pup's mother it will nay survive. Let's turn back.”
“Aye,” came the same voice that spoke first, and the warriors footsteps faded away.
She came across a village that she was quite familiar to. As she walked to the hut where she knew a priestess that lived there, she stumbled and fell over, but she still made it.
“Lady Priestess! Lady Priestess!” a young man exclaimed, as he ran over to the female demon. “Lady Priestess! The demon girl! She is back! But she is mortally wounded!” He pulled her onto her feet, and put her arm around his shoulders, but she moved away from him. He looked at her, confused.
“Don't help me,” she said. “Help my daughter. Please.” She held out the baby that was hidden in her robes, and the baby was surprisingly asleep. She handed her to him, and he held the baby uncertainly.
He looked into her midnight blue eyes, and realized that they were blank. “Are ye okay, Demon Lady?”
“Give her to the priestess, and tell her to take care of her for me,” she said. She closed her eyes, and her knees gave out. The robe which she had over her head fell to the ground as though it were paper as she fell sideways, revealing long, moonlight silver hair. It swayed like a blanket as she fell, and she landed roughly on the ground just as the priestess came rushing out.
“No! Miyoko-chan!” the priestess exclaimed. She rushed over to where the lifeless demon girl lay. She dropped to her knees next to the lifeless body, and felt around her neck for a pulse. She shook her head and sighed sadly.
“We shall have a cremation. It shall be arranged for tomorrow before sunset.”
“Lady Priestess," the young man interrupted. “She left behind her pup. She wishes for you to be the infant’s new mother.” He held out the infant.
"Did she give a name to the infant?"
He shook his head.
“Afraid not. She just said, ‘Give her to the priestess and tell her to take care of her for me,’ and then she just died,” the man said truthfully. “I honestly feel sorry for the demon girl I nay like demons, but she was very beautiful. As sweet as sugar.”
“Yes. She was also my best friend, though it was forbidden.”
She turned to look at the young man.
“Souta-sama, I want you to alert all the villagers about the cremation tomorrow,” she said, her voice a little stern. “Her ashes shall be buried in front of my yard, and a wooden memorial shall be built in front of it.”


The cremation went by quietly, and slowly. The villagers said their prayers for the young demon girl, and then, the fire was lit, and they watched her burn. The only sound was the sound of the baby that she left behind, wailing, and the sound of the fire crackling. Somehow, the baby knew her mother was being burned, but did not know why. She's only a baby.
Once the fire died down, and the ashes cooled, the priestess scooped up as much ashes as possible, and put them in a small glass container. A few people dug a whole about three feet deep in front of her hut, and she gently placed it in the hole, letting it fall just about a foot above the landing in the whole. Nothing broke, and the container in which held the ashes of Miyoko was buried beneath the moist dirt.
The priestess gave the baby to one of the buriers to hold, got down to her knees, and prayed once more for Miyoko. She then stood once more, and the burrier who she gave the baby to be held, gave her back to the priestess.
The baby suddenly started to wail once more, making the buriers cover their ears to block out the sound, but it only seemed to echo through their ears as they did this, so they abandoned their attempt to block out the sound.
“Shhh...” the priestess whispered softly to the baby. “Hush little one.”
The baby hiccupped, and quieted at her voice. She looked up at the priestess, and for the first time, she realized that she had sky blue eyes.
“Wow.... Look at her eyes. They're so pretty,” she said to the buriers who leaned in to see. “They're the color of the sky, and that's the perfect name for her. I shall call her Sky.”


Sky awoke bright and early that morning. She stretched, sprawling herself out across her mat on which she slept. She was quite small for her age. Her moonlight silvery hair was already down to her knees, and she was only three, just barely four yet. She stood and made her way to the main room in the hut, and found her foster mother cooking their morning meal.
“What's for da morning meawl?” she asked. Her speech still needed some work.
“Fish,” the priestess replied.
“Mm... Yummy!” Sky exclaimed, jumping up and down; her little kimono moved with her, but only went up a little bit past her knees when she jumped. “Den, what's for lunch?”
“Deer meat,” the priestess replied, concentrating on the fish she was cooking on the little fire in the floor. “You do like deer meat right?” she asked.
“Me love deer meat!”
The priestess smiled at her adopted daughter's reactions.
“Good,” she said, turning her smiling face to Sky. “Then if we have leftovers from our mid-day meal, we can have some for our evening meal.”
Sky liked the sound of that. She loved deer meat. It was one of her favorites.
“After your morning meal we shall start your lessons,” the priestess said.
“Can I have a day off?” Sky asked, her tiny hands balled into fists, resting on her hips.
The priestess laughed.
“Okay, but just today.”
“Yay!” Sky then looked at her curiously. “Mommy, what's your weal name?”
“That you can find out,” she said.
“But I wanna know!” Sky pouted, crossing her arms across her chest, and putting on her angry face face.
“Why do ye wish to know so badly?” the priestess asked.
“Because I do,” Sky said impatiently.
“My name is Mya, but I don't ever want to hear ye call me that,” Mya said sternly. She knew that she was only Sky's foster mom, but she didn't want Sky to know that. She didn't want Sky to stop calling her mom. She liked it.
“Don't worry mommy, I won't,” Sky said. “I'm going outside.”
“Okay, but be careful,” Mya warned. “Evil demons could be lurking around in the forest.”
“But I'm a demon,” Sky said proudly. “So dey won't hurt me.”
“But ye were raised by humans, so they'd be more than happy to.”
“But dat's mean!” Sky exclaimed, a disgusted look on her face.
“I know, but that's just the way some demons are. Not all, but some,” Mya assured her.
“Well, if dey come near me, I'll slice 'em and dice 'em wif my cwaws!” Sky exclaimed.
Mya laughed softly to herself. “I'm sure you will. Now go and play. I will call you in once the morning meal is ready.”
“Okay!” She skipped her way outside, but since she was so small she couldn't go very fast, so she wasn't outside as fast as she thought she got outside. She looked around the small village. Smoke was coming from almost every chimney, but a group of children just a little older than her were playing just down the street on her left. On her right, a group of teenagers were talking in a big group. The teenagers loved her, so she decided to get some attention. She skipped over to the group of teenagers. “Hi!’ she exclaimed in her tiny voice.
They turned to look and a smile appeared on all their faces.
“Hi, Sky!” the girls exclaimed, and she let one of them pick her up.
“How are you today?” the girl who was holding her asked.
“I dunno. I just woke up a wittle while ago.”
They giggled, and some exclaimed, “She's so cute!”
More teenagers surrounded the area where the teenagers were, and Sky was passed around to each person. A lot of the younger ones watched jealously, and Sky said, "Hold dem too!” and pointed at the other little ones who had a look of rejection on their little faces.
The teenagers smiled, and welcomed them into the group. “Come on you guys,” a teenage girl said, and the children smiled, and ran into the group, and were picked up by a teenager and were sat on their shoulders or held in their arms.
Then someone yelled, “Sky-chan! Your morning meal is ready!”
A young boy who was holding her put her down. He would've been known as a teenager if teenager were even a word back when they lived; but it doesn't, so when the children turn thirteen, they are known as young adults. “See you later, Sky,” he said.
“Bye Hyotaru!” she exclaimed.
Hyotaru's half Japanese and half English because of his dad being an Englishmen, but he still got a Japanese name.
Sky ran as fast as she could to Mya's hut. She was actually pretty fast for her age. Well, she's a demon, so you couldn't expect anything less. She slowly stopped as she neared the hut in which she lived, and entered the hut out of breath.
Mya giggled. "Running again?"
“Yep!” Sky exclaimed happily. “Me love to run!”
“Alright, settle down now. 'Tis time to eat.”
They sat down around a low table that Mya had set up where bowls of cooked fish mixed in with herbs and water sat on the low laid table.
“Mm.... Dis smells good!” Sky exclaimed. She took a sip. “It even tastes good!”
As they ate their lunch in silence, something finally got to Mya and when she finished, she put her chopsticks down, and quietly waited for Sky to finish. Sky finished just moments later, and Mya said, “Sky, we need to talk. I know I should wait until you're older, but you really need to know this.”
Sky looked at her curiously. Not expecting her mother to sound so concerned and serious at the same time. “Okay mommy,” she said.
“Sky, this is really hard for me to say, but..... I'm not.... I'm not.....” Mya put her head down and started to cry. It was so hard for her to say this to a three year old, but she felt that Sky really needed to know.
“Mommy,” Sky asked; her tone as though she were about ready to cry too.
“I'm not your real mother, Sky,” Mya sobbed, her head still buried in her arms. Her long, silky black hair covered most of her arms.
Sky looked at her, a look of confusion on her face. “You're not?” she asked.
“No,” Mya sobbed.
Sky crawled her way over to Mya, slipped underneath her arms, sat on her lap and clenched Mya's kimono in her tiny hands. “You're still my mommy,” Sky said. “But where’s my real mommy?”
“She died trying to save you,” Mya said.
“Oh,” Sky said, and she cuddled even closer to Mya.
Mya wiped away her tears and put her arms around the little girl that was cuddled against her stomach, covered by the incredibly large sleeves of her kimono. To her surprise, when she looked down at the little girl, she was asleep. She smiled, and stroked the girl's moonlight silver hair, happy that, as young as Sky was, she accepted that Mya wasn't her real mother, but still considered Mya as her mother.
It did disturb her a little, but Sky was only a little girl, so she couldn't expect her to understand the situation at hand.
“Mommy, can I go outside and play?”
Mya smiled. “Yeah, I think I need some time alone anyways, my dear, sweet child.”
“Okay.” She gave Mya a kiss on the cheek, and went outside.
The group of teens she had hung out with before her morning meal was exactly where she had left them, and the other children had left. She ran over to them. “I'm back!” she exclaimed happily.
They turned; smiles on their faces. Hyotaru, the boy who last held her, picked her up. She was very fond of him; she even thought she liked him.
“So, what did you have for your morning meal?” he asked.
“Fish,” she replied.
“Was it good?” he asked.
“Yep!” she exclaimed in reply.
“Did you save any for me?” he asked a playful tone in his voice.
“Nope, it's all in my tummy and my mommy's tummy.”
“Oh darn,” he joked.
The girls giggled. They fancied Hyotaru, too, and they loved to flirt with him because he always came back with a comment.
“Stop whinin’,” Sky said. "My mommy will make you some next time."
He chuckled. “I was just kidding. You don't have to make me any.”
“Oh.”
The girls around them were giggling, and some started asking him if they could have a turn to hold Sky but she clung to him.
“No!” she exclaimed. “I want Hyotaru!”
The girls giggled. “She's so adorable!”
“Yeah, yeah, I know I am,” Sky said, still clinging to Hyotaru as though her life depended on it. She just didn't want any one else to hold her.
“Can I hold you now?”
“No!” Sky exclaimed, and she held on even tighter to Hyotaru, and everyone laughed.


A/N: This is the first chapter of the story, it may seem kind of lame to those who don't like little kids, and I'm sorry if it's lame because this is one of the firts stories that I've written, so it's probably not all that good. I wrote this one a while ago, and thought that it might be a good idea to see what other people think of my story. Please R&R!! Thanks a bunch! ^_~ And if you can, check out my two Inuyasha stories, A Ghostly Love, and Inuyasha Reborn.