I like maplestory inuyasha and writting stories.
For the love of InuYasha, I give preview of my story:
White hair, yellow eyes, dog’s ears. A girl with black hair, holding onto the white haired boy in fear. Him, gently stoking her hair. A terrible monster destroying a village. A child, black hair, yellow eyes, dog’s ears, tears streaming down his face. The boy and the girl, confronting the monster, willing to die with their village. The child reluctantly running away, afraid to look back at the fiery mess left behind. A bright purple glass gem.
I woke up with the instant pain I should have felt when I hit the bottom of the well. The pain was so unbearable, that I almost passed out again. Where am I? What time is it? I questioned myself as I sat up and looked around. Light was coming in from the top of the dark hole. I must still be in the well. I was in the well, but wouldn’t Aaron have told someone, or even get me himself? Ow… my head hurts… I rubbed my forehead and then remembered the vision. What could it all have meant? I was confused with myself, however, that did happen often in the first place. I pushed myself to stand up and halfway fell back down due to the dizziness. I grabbed the cold stone wall for support, noticing the vines that run up the wall. I think I can climb out. My first attempt was a fail because my shoes refused to cooperate. So I kicked them off, and boy did it feel good. My second attempt got me halfway up the wall until I lost balance and fell back to the bottom. Third time’s a charm. I finally reached the top of the well and heaved myself up. A strange sharp pain in my stomach almost made me fall back again. I cringed against the pain, and eventually it stopped by the time I was gasping for air. When I became aware of my surroundings, it was as if I was seeing with new eyes.
The light of the morning was shining brighter, the colors of the cherry blossom trees were more vivid, everywhere around me were beautiful green trees. I blinked several times, trying to figure out if I was hallucinating. No, it was too real. The gentle wind was too real, the bright blue sky was too blue, the noises a flock of birds overhead was making, all too real to be a dream.
“A-Aaron?” I whispered. “Aaron?” I looked around, only to see nothing but trees. “Where am I?”
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