A young human girl, maybe around the age of eight, lie on the ground next to a dieing demon. She carefully stroked his white hair as he flinched in pain. "No…Sesshomaru-sama, please…don't go," she pleaded. He looked up at her, smiling a bit. "Rin…don't cry over me…" he said weakly. "But…Rin needs you…Sesshomaru-sama," she said as tears fell from her large, honey brown eyes. He gritted his teeth together as another wave of pain overcame him. She looked down at him, her lips trembling. "Sesshomaru-sama," she said weakly. More tears ran down her cheeks as his breathing slowed. He looked up at her and their eyes met. "Rin…take my sword…and go," he said.

The sword he spoke of was the Tokijin. He wouldn't even be wounded like this if the demon that had attacked him had not stolen the Tenseiga. And now, that one factor would mean his life. Rin looked down at him hesitantly. "Sesshomaru-sama, I-I can't leave you here…I can't leave you alone," she said. He weakly drew the sword himself and handed it to her. "Rin…go…now," he said, his voice more commanding than it had been. She listened to him yell out in pain one last time, and then all was silent. "Sesshomaru-sama," she whispered, "Not my Sesshomaru-sama!" She began to sob, but listened to what he had said. He had told her to leave, so she picked up the heavy demon sword and took on last glance at his slain form, and took a few hesitant steps back, her tears still flowing.

She stood still for a moment as the icy wind blew her hair around. She gripped the Tokijin closely to her chest and turned around, facing the trees. Most of them had large gashes from the fight on them, other were missing large branches, and some were completely felled. She walked forward through the debris, not looking back. She felt like everything was her fault. He had been protecting her, and he had died. Rin continued to weep, but she kept on walking.

[A/N: I know, I know. Really short. But have no fear! This was only the prologue! Stay tuned please, and remember read and review!]