Chapter 3
Linka's POV
She's too young.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
My only daughter lays limp on these flat mats, as if she's already passed to the heavens. Pale, so close to death, I am sure I will have to fight the grim reaper tonight. A mother should never have to see her child like this. My poor baby, how her skin is riddled with bruises and cuts, bones broken and repaired.
Why, oh why did I let her go through this?
I hear his footsteps down the hall; in a way, they are like ghosts, so quiet and soft. Nothing can pass a mother's ears; I can hear him approaching the room with a speed I am sure he wasn't expecting, even to himself. His heart is beating fast, he's nervous, and yet I see no emotions on that boy's face—only anger and apathy.
Behind me, the door slides open with little to no noise, with how quick his heart is beating I half expected the door to slam but it opens slowly. I refuse to lift my eyes from my child, even after he closes the door and comes to my side. I only turn his way when I see him from my peripheral, as he kneels down to sit.
His amber eyes cold, but I can spot the slightest of tenderness behind the entire act. And even when my eyes take him in full, acknowledging his presence, he doesn't look away from her.
My eyes follow suit, and I stare back down at my little girl whose breathing is so barely there that my heart breaks each time she intakes. It is killing me inside, the silence and the uncertainty.
Will she survive the night? Will her powers heal her? What good was all the fighting and running if I lose the very thing I want to protect most?
I let it sink in, all the questions my mind dances with, and before I know it I talk... spilling out anything as long as it fills the quiet. "Our powers," I clear my throat, I can feel the choke of dread. "We are not meant to handle our powers or gain them until we reach maturity."
"Yet she was able too."
"To protect you." There can't be any other way. That must be why her powers awakened so young—even with her father's blood, her body would or could have been destroyed just from accidentally using a gust of wind from her powers—but she used one of her most powerful.
Lightning. The most powerful of nature's elements.
"My father says you are powerful, probably the most powerful creature he's met, so how come you're too weak to heal her?"
The words are ice, but I must accept the reality. "Because, she's more powerful. My daughter will become an essence of power no one will have the likes to imagine; all because I was born out of generations of full-blooded elves, each collecting the powers of the previous.
She will gain our ancestors' powers and my own; let's not also include her father's. A full-blooded demon whose powers had humans believing he is a god. It's the mix of his blood in her veins that truly prevents me from saving her..."
"If she could use her powers to protect me, why didn't she kill those guards in the woods?" There is a hiss behind his words, I can just vaguely hear it but it is there. Is he angry at her for not protecting herself? Or at the guards for doing the damage they had?
I tilt my head towards him and smile softly, "child, we've been through war—on the run for some time now—we've witness the deaths of those we cared deeply about. She probably didn't find herself worth fighting for, on the other hand, she had no idea of what her powers could do or when they'd come out or how... Neither did I."
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Inuyasha: Come What May
FanfictionThe story of a mother and daughter, both elves, having escaped a war ravaged land that has destroyed their species and that end up washing up on the Western Coast of Japan where they are found by a demon lord. Unlike the previous lands, he doesn't w...
