(Inuyasha) When will the terror end?

Storyline: Naraku has a son. His name? Simple, it's Higara. He wants to take over the world but not as his father did. He is much more cunning, and can wait for long periods of time without moving or taking action. He has done so for a few years while carefully formulating his plan. A new group of heroes will have to stop him, but who?

Rules:
1: Follow the site rules (no hurdur me)
2: No words that are outside of the actual show's range. That means other swear words aside from what they say.
3: No children of the actual main characters. I find that's just being overpowered.
4: No overpowering your characters (did you not just say that me? (no I didn't -megusta face-) ok...)
5: No invincible charas, attacks, or weapons. They can be hurt, dodged, and blocked.
6: Have fun :D (Did I really need to say that? (Yes, yes I did. -pulls off sunglasses, another pairs underneath them-) holy crap...)




Ok, I'll start off I guess...



She was walking through the forest, her pale skin glimmering although no light reached her. She stared ahead as if she didn't care what she passed at all. It was beautiful though, flowers blooming despite the constant darkness and animals rushing through the branches of the pines all around her. She wore a robe made of the finest blue material anyone could ever hope to afford in this era, and her long, white hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. She stepped into a clearing, a breeze winding the light onto her body. On her hip rested a sword in its sheath and her palm found it without effort. Her eyes flashed as the light reached them, revealing the fact that they were purple, not too common around these parts but less common for a human.

She wasn't a human, in fact, she was only half human. The other half of her held demon blood, which was the reason for the two lumps under her cloak. She looked at the blue sky.

"So the light of the sun can't penetrate the darkness of the forest either..." she muttered, the breeze hitting her again. On that breeze, she smelled a village and a demon. The demon was close to her, not near the village for the village was an old scent on the breeze. Alas, they were only two scents among many but they were the ones she had picked out.

She slowly unsheathed her sword as footsteps entered her line of hearing. They were downwind, however, and she couldn't tell who or what they belonged to. The demon edged closer, and she could feel its aura surrounding her. Her stance changed into a neutral one that could easily defend or attack when provoked, as she watched the shadows for the source of the footsteps...