InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fatefully Entwined ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Prequel:

 

Nobody had ever had such perfect clarity of mind as Kagome did in that moment. The wind whipped her raven hair about her bruised face, mingling blood and tears together. Every one of her cherished friends lay lifeless on the ground before her.

 

Her grip tightened on the small round jewel in the palm of her hand and she pursed her lips, fighting the pain that emanated from every part of her body. The fight wasn’t over until only one remained. It was all up to her now.

 

Lifting her arm in front of herself, she glared at the mass of pure evil that stood across the expanse of forest clearing. She watched as Naraku’s writhing tentacles pierced her lover’s lifeless heart. His beautiful silver hair was stained red by his own blood.

 

The jewel called to her, and suddenly she knew what needed to be done. Closing her eyes, Kagome focused on Midoriko’s soul trapped within the jewel. She envisioned it expanding, over taking the yokai spirits she had been battling for centuries. The jewel glowed brightly between her fingers as she continued to focus on expanding the miko energy further.

 

Naraku smiled maliciously. “You’ve lost Kagome.” He gloated, shoving his tentacle deeper through Inuyasha’s unmoving chest. The act was meant to rattle her, but it only strengthened her resolve. With one last burst of energy the jewel nestled in her palm burst with pure blinding light.

 

“No Naraku. You have lost.” Kagome corrected before releasing it upon Naraku’s massive body.

 

In an instant the souls of Kagome and Midoriko fused. Their combined power and purity expanded outward like a shock wave. Naraku was obliterated, and the yokai within the shikon jewel purified.

 

Nothing standing in the wake of energy was left untouched. The entire clearing was left a glistening shade of pure white. Even the trees surrounding the area were white as newly fallen snow. There were no traces of the battle that had taken place there just moments before.

 

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There was nothing but echoing silence. It permeated the fiber of  Kagome’s very being. She opened her eyes and blinked. There was nothing but fine white mist in every direction.

 

“Thank you, Kagome.” A voice echoed softly from behind her. Slowly she turned to face its source. The vision of a young woman with long ebony hair, clad in ancient armor stood before her.

 

“Midoriko.” Kagome gasped, bowing low in respect for the ancient warrior priestess.

 

“Yes.” The woman answered, offering a warm smile. She placed a soft hand under Kagome’s chin and bade her look up once more. “But is I who should bow to you, dear girl. You have accomplished something even I, with all of my power and wisdom could not. Now the shikon-no-tama has been completely purified.” She held her hands, palms together at face level, bowing at the waist before her young companion.

 

Kagome stood there in utter shock. This powerful and ancient miko was thanking her? This was so surreal. “I don’t know what to say,” she finally admitted.

 

“My dear, because of you, the yokai trapped within the jewel have been defeated. I have seen the purity of your heart and the wish you hold within in it. I shall grant it to you if you so choose.”

 

Kagome felt her heart skip a beat. This was more than she could ever have hoped for.

 

“Your life and the lives of your friends might have turned out much differently had they not been touched by the shikon jewel and those that aimed to corrupt it. Therefore, I will grant that your soul and the souls of your dearest friends be reborn if that is what you wish.”

 

“I want that more than anything. I just want them to be happy.” Kagome answered, feeling warm tears well in her eyes. Midoriko smiled and pulled Kagome into a warm embrace.

 

“It is done. Now be at peace my dearest child.”