(Hiei Jaganshi) The Chosen: (Chapter 1) - (The Beginning)

The Beginning

There was a steady wind blowing as the fair blue haired maiden stooped low next to the small soft river.

The maiden was carrying a small bundle in her arms; when she bent down the thing hidden in the cloth fell open slightly to show a baby, Barely a day old but already having blue thin lines poking out of it’s head the start of the child’s hair.

The maiden gently let go of the bundle at the waters surface, she placed a piece of wide wood beneath the baby that made it float on the river.

She gave the wood a gentle push to start it and then straightened up watching the baby drift down the river.

She knew it would be a while before the bundle reached the end of the river and fell down the floating city that she was on.

“Good luck… Yukia.” She whispered just before the bundle disappeared out of her sight.

As the bundle on the strip of wood fell down the waterfall that led to the surface of the land far far below it; Two hooded figures caught it in midair and swallowed it into their pitch black cloaks.

Many miles away a tragedy was taking place in a place called the Saint Hideout.

A woman was running through the ruins of the abandoned old hideout of demons.

A large basket with a cloth over it was banging her hip as she ran slowing her down so as not to drop it.

A few miles behind her were two hooded figures moving at inhuman speed gaining unto her by the second.

As she jumped over a particularly high crumbling ledge she tripped and the basket was sent flying, The woman fell face first in the dirt gaining a large bleeding bruise to her cheek.

She struggled to raise herself off the ground and get up, Before she could completely reach her full height a sharp pain flew up her leg, She moved her fingers up the leg checking for broken bones and sure enough something ledged under her hands making her grit her teeth in pain.

In a flash of shock she remembered the basket, and looked up in horror above her at the basket laying overturned a few feet away with a chubby baby halfway out of it, It’s small hands were closed into fists and there was small sniffs coming from it as the baby began to cry.

The woman began to reach her arm to the child but then a sword suddenly went down, Slicing her arm in two.

The woman’s scream echoed around the ruins in what seemed a thousand times.

Her pursuer one of the hooded figures stood above her, His hood covered the upper half of his face in shadow, But you could see his mouth curved up in a smirk as he looked down at her.

His comrade the second hooded unknown appeared in a brush of wind beside them; Instead of looking at the woman he headed to the child ignoring her completely.

He stopped by the basket and the crying infant, He reached down and picked the crying baby.

Wrapping the child more tightly with the brown blanket he tucked it under his cloak and disappeared as quick as he had come, The woman gave out a despairing yell at his departure and let her head fall to the concrete floor.

The first figure gave a dark chuckle at the woman’s dire condition, And walked past her making sure to smash her fingers as he left, In a blow of swift wind.

A Demon man….

Sat on a ivory hedge on the second level of a large albino mansion.

He had spiked up black hair; And crimson eyes; He was also wearing black and gray light armor that covered his Legs, Arms, And Neck.

Everything else was shown to bare skin.

The demon seemed hypnotized as he stared out at the beautiful plain of flowers that surrounded the clear mansion.

They stretched out as far as the eye could see and more; It was like the only thing on earth was this mansion with the million acre flowerbeds.

Behind him a beautiful maiden came through the entryway of the balcony and put her arms around his neck.

He smirked as she slid her arm down his chest and stroked it gently with her fingers, Letting his head fall back he put a hand on her cheek and pulled her face toward his, They’re lips met and they held the kiss for a few moments.

When the man pulled away he spread his legs out and patted them, The woman smiled and sat down between his legs and leaned her head back unto his chest.

Inside the room that led to the balcony was a bedroom, It was furnished lavishly with gold furniture and the smell of roses lingered everywhere.

In the corner there was a white floral designed cradle, amongst the toys, small blankets, And random roses; There lay a baby.

A baby so pale that it seemed to radiate pureness, A baby that had dark grayish hair gained from her parents, And a sleek small face that was so clear and beautiful that you could gaze at it for hours.

The eyes alas were closed due to the child sleeping, But if they were open; They would be a sparkling gray that twinkled now and then, Reminding you of the night sky.

This peaceful aroma that you read however did not last.

Just like the two other toddlers before, The child in the cradle would be taken by the mysterious hooded figures…and both her parents would be dead.