InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Foretelling ❯ In a time of sorrow ( Prologue )

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I chased away all the ravens, and than I shouted the words that I must never say out loud. It is a curse upon my people when speaking of our enemies. Kagome is a girl with a certain destiny, living in an ancient time of blood. A girl of power, stronger than any alive, and as fierce as a demon. Kagome begins to see beyond a life of war...and wonders about the forbidden. And about the words that are never used...
Mercy,
Men,
Love,
Peace.

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 05.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 452 | Status: Work In Progress

~Crimson-Fox~

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Naruto.

I know it's been a while since I wrote anything but a lot has happened. So I hope you like the story so far.

* please review and tell me if you thing I should continue.*

Summery: I chased away all the ravens, and than I shouted the words that I must never say out loud. It is a curse upon my people when speaking of our enemies. Kagome is a girl with a certain destiny, living in an ancient time of blood. A girl of power, stronger than any alive, and as fierce as a demon. Kagome begins to see beyond a life of war...and wonders about the forbidden. And about the words that are never used...

Mercy,

Men,

Love,

Peace.

Foretelling

My story is not one I wanted to tell.

Some stories are born out of misery and ashes and blood and terror. Tell one of those and your mouth may blister. And your dreams may be turned inside out.

I was born out of sorrow, so my mother named me Kagome.

Mine was a time of blood, when the sky stretchedon forever;when one horse became a hundred thanathousand, when Iwore myhair in long thick black braids and rode as warrior.Everything I had was given to me by the goddess, and everything that I lost was taken away by her.

I lived in a time of fortune, in a world of only women. I was a warrior from the very beginning, before I was born. There was no battle I could not win. And I had something that know one else had, something that caused terror in my enemies, when I came across the steppes. Something no one in the man's world had yet managed to do.

I rode, communicated with animals.

In that time I lived without people, “MEN”, as I always had. People and men were my enemies, a distant, bitter land that came to try and defeat me, again and again. They called me an Amazonian. They cursed me;in their stories they vowed I wasdemons whore, that my skin was blue, and that I ate men for breakfast and bewitched anentire race of animals to become not my family but my slaves. They wanted what I had ~power beauty and my life. They thought women should be worthless, wives and slaves like their own kind.

I was to strong to ever for being worthless. I gave in to no one, not the east-lands or the city of stone to the west, not the wild northern men form the ice mountains, nor the wonders who came from everywhere, searching for new kingdoms formed from age-old land.They all dreamed of the same thing: my lands would be named after their foolish king. I would belong to them along with my people, walking behind them in the dust.

But they couldn't defeat us.

They came to destroy me, but in the end they always ran form me in fear, thinking I am a fiend---half-women, half-animal, with the courage of both.