Literature
The Second Time
We returned today, as we do each year on this day, to visit a well that is a dusty hole in the ground, no longer a door to another time. I watch as he checks the wood for damage, clawed hands running lovingly over the wood. He sits, his head bowed, the sun glistening off his silver hair; the picture of sadness and despair, then, I smell it. A scent I remember only once before.
I was a very young kit; Naraku still lived when the Schichinin-tai attacked. Miroku, Sango and Kagome injured from their battle with Mukotsu rested at the temple. Renkotsu tricked us, Inuyasha, Kirara and me. While he fought, the Shichinin-tai fire-breather set a