InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Flirting with Demons ❯ Prophecy ( Prologue )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

It is true that I acted boldly, brazenly, wantonly...and I confess, I have only myself to blame. Yet despite my petty rebellions, some internal compulsion insured that, in the pursuit of my beloved, I excelled. You see, my sleep was often plagued with dreams, visions of the future. Images of wars and chaos, the destruction of my beloved world. More often then naught they included a tall, silver haired worrier. He would stand with his back turned to me, his long silky hair flowing about him in the wind as the fire blazed around them. He would turn to me, his golden eyes gentle, but mischievous,he smiled arrogantly, as though he had won some major battle.

I spoke of my dreams only once, to the high priest Muso. He became fretful and worried, the next evening he delivered to me a prophecy of destruction. That an evil hanyou from Queniox would come and destroy all we held dear. We told no others of this occurrence, for fear that the news would cause a panic in our realm.

Though now I know and understand who my nocturnal visitor is, I fear it will be many more years before I meet him. Years of training and preparation, years of studies and legends. I do not know if the man in my dreams is the evil hanyou I must face, in truth I don't even know who he is. Perhaps he is some other child somewhere in this realm with dreams of a devastating future. Yet as he continues to visit me in my slumber, I fall deeper into his spell. If he is my evil opponent, I fear I may not be able to fight him, for he has become my most secret love.

Even after receiving the prophecy, how much of it can I as a mere mortal claim to comprehend? However wise a person becomes, that person remains a lone individual, with but a single view point. Any tale must inevitably be altered by the shifting of the tellers.