InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Alliances ❯ Final Prophecy ( Chapter 8 )

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Story!!
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§ Final Prophecy §
The canyon walls reflected the last rays of the sun like the many facets of a diamond, each tiny crystal among millions twinkling among the rocks.
The demon smiled. The trap was ready, his servants awaiting his command. His greatest wish was about to come true.
He only regretted his father not being able to see what his son had finally achieved. His father had been a great demon, one worthy of respect and power. He had risen quickly through the ranks, rivaling some of the most powerful demons ever known. His father had been king.
Until Inuyasha had destroyed him…
Now what were the words? he wondered. Ah, yes…
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He trembled with excitement as he watched the villagers, the Caretakers of the St’aler, preparing for their demons to return, and smiled when he spotted the young priestess among their ranks. Vengeance, father, is now.
The prophecy was coming true. Words of which his father had spoken to him before he died, after Inuyasha had inflicted the final wound. Words of which were the only reason he as a demon was still alive today.
The demon grinned. His heart was bursting with triumph at the knowledgethat Inuyasha’s was grieving with worry.
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“Inuyasha, stop. I need to check something.”
Inuyasha snorted. “We don’t have time, monk. What the hell are you…” A loud thump reverberated through the ground as Varon jumped off of the hanyou’s back. “Varon!! Get back here!”
“Wait, Inuyasha.” Varon picked up a small scroll, barely visible in the fading evening light. “An illusion spell,” he whispered. “They are preparing for something important, I’d gather. These spells are difficult to manifest.” He looked up at the tall walls marking the entrance to the canyon. “It seems a perfect trap.”
“What did you find, monk?” Inuyasha peered over his shoulder. “A barrier?”
Varon held up the scroll, shaking his head. “A spell to alter the appearance of demons. It will transform one from their human form to their demonic. My guess is to prevent demon spies from disguising themselves so easily. There are probably many more of them around, too. Inuyasha, if you go any farther, you may transform as well.”
“Keh, monk. Know nothing of half-demons? I’m stuck in this form!”
Varon smiled. “Since you’re probably planning to get Kagome back in whatever form you’re in, I guess it doesn’t matter. Besides… your assumption may be true. You may not transform. The only way to decide is to test it.”
“What does matter, monk, is we need to go now! We don’t have time for you to test it. If you’ve finally stopped looking at that flimsy paper, of course!?”
Varon got up, and replaced the scroll tentatively to the ground. “Fine, Inuyasha. But if you do transform when we get in there, promise not to lose your mind and kill me out of whim.”
Inuyasha grimly returned the smile. “No promises there, Varon. Let’s go!”
Great, the word of a half-demon. May the gods help me.
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Miroku sat against a small tree, near to the fire Shippo had finally managed to start. The flame burned weakly with the damp wood, and the black smoke was beginning to haze the area over. Sango and Kirara brought in wood from the surrounding area, placing it near the tiny flame to dry out for use later.
Miroku shivered. The very air around them seemed to be a fiery beacon, warning of the power to the west
Sango dropped her last load of branches, sighing quietly as she stretched her back. Looking over to the monk, she noticed the clear look of concern dancing across his face.
“What is it Miroku?” Sango sighed. “You can sense it too? That demonic aura is almost overpowering my control.”
“I fear it is not a demon we face. The aura is not that of a demon’s, but of an object of power.”
“The St’aler.”
“Yes.”
Silence overtook the campsite as both the demon slayer and the monk gazed out at the setting sun. The red light danced gracefully across the few traces of cloud still visible. Streaks of violet and velvet blue invaded it from the east, accompanying the celestial body through the last edge of its journey.
“We shouldn’t have let Inuyasha go alone with Varon to the canyons,” Miroku whispered.
“He would not have let us go, Miroku. Besides, we still have Shippo to mind.” A quick glance proved the kitsune was fast asleep against the now crackling fire. “We’ll go after him tomorrow morning.” A small tear slipped down her face. “I just hope Kagome is alright.”
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The warning horns blew angrily into the night. Kagome saw each of the samurai unconsciously grip the hilt of their katana, their eyes glazed in a desperate attempt to see the approaching enemy. She found her own hands suddenly wringing the wood of her bow.
“The demons draw near, Lady Kagome.” Master Katsune gripped her shoulder reassuringly. “Are you ready to meet them?”
“Please tell me that was a trick question.”
Katsume laughed. From the across the rise, Kagome could faintly hear the beginnings of the battle. It would not be long before the demons tore apart the first defense and came to her.
“No samurai can be ready for a battle, Lady Kagome. Things will never go as one expects. Still, it is that samurai’s job to see their duty through to any end.” Rising screams cut off abruptly, making Kagome flinch slightly. “That loyalty and the knowledge that that person has done the right thing is the only certainty one is allowed to have.”
“Now, are you ready to go?”
Kagome notched her first arrow. “Let’s go kick some demon…”
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