The flames licked skyward and colored the moon red. They pulled everything under their spell, destroyed it, never released it again. Many people had already been burned to death in this fire, they all cried blood-red tears. The people had once managed to tame the fire, but that night it had freed itself again. Many tried to escape the fire, but one headed straight for his heart but could not reach it. The fire would burn until it was all destroyed, that's what it was created for. A desperate scream, an almost animal sound, crossed the night sky. Then the fire went out and left a desert of despair. The people were burned to ashes, the ground bare, even a hundred years from now, no more blade of grass would grow here, and it didn't.

The proud Yokai glided across the sky, you could hardly tell that he was flying, his movements were too delicate. He was advancing at such a speed that his entourage found it difficult to follow. A little girl and an equally small, green demon on a two-headed dragon. The three in themselves were a curiosity that you would not see again anytime soon and did not at all suit their master. The distance between them grew and soon they lost sight of their master. This flew straight to a small village in the middle of rice fields. Rice paddies were really nothing special in medieval Japan, but this village was very well known. He slowed his flight and "landed" in the middle of the village. You couldn't really call it "landing" because it was so silently and gracefully and after he stood there it felt as if he had been there for ages.

"Inuyasha!" He roared, drawing the villagers' attention to himself, who quickly fled to their huts. He stood motionless and stared at one of the huts, it took a while for a young Han Yokai to emerge from it, he seemed only 150 years old.
"What are you doing here, Sesshomaru?", He replied to the much older Yokai and the unfriendliness could be clearly heard.
"Do you also feel this strange aura?"
"What kind of aura? I don't feel anything. You should be examined!" With these words he went back into the hut.
Sesshomaru was not provoked by the words of his younger brother, but turned away from the hut as if he wanted to leave.
“I could have imagined that a Hanyo like you wouldn't feel it.” Then with a few graceful movements he rose into the sky and flew away.

"What did Sesshomaru want from you?", Asked Kagome, his wife, "Did he bring Rin back?"
"He asked me if I could feel such a strange aura too. But there is nothing.", Inuyasha replied.
"A strange aura? Now that you say it, it comes back to me. Three days ago a strange force was felt, so I went to Miroku-sama.He looked insecure and said he had never felt anything like it. Soon afterwards she was gone again. "
"Apparently only Sesshoomaru can still feel it.", Kaede spoke up, "I have also perceived this aura, but since yesterday even I can no longer feel it. Sesshomaru is a Yokai, it is probably due to his demonic energy."
"Probably.", Kagome said and Inuyasha nodded in agreement.