This story will have the same plot as HawkSong but most of the names will be different. If anyone doesn't like this story please don't read it, and also if someone doesn't agree with this I respect that but I'm more doing this to promote Hawksong because it is just an amazing story! I also accept some flames as long as they arn't ugly or hurtful because I have had that and it caused me to stopwritinga story because all I got was flames. Well anyway on to the story!
I do not own Inuyahsa, Naruto, or Hawksong I wish I did though.
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Summary:
Kagome Higarashi is an Avian shapeshifter, and the sapphire hawk's form in which she takes to the sky is as natural to her as the human one that graces her on land. The only this more familiar to her is war: It has raged on between her people and the Serpiente for so long, no one can remember how the fighting began. All they know is hatred, fear, and endless years of bloodshed. And Kagome is Tired of it. As heir to the avian throne, she'll do anything in her power to stop this war- even accept Sasuke Uchiha, the terrifying leader of her kind's greatest enemy, as her pair bond and make the two royal families one.
Now Kagome must convince her people that Sasuke is just as commited to peace as she is-though she can't help fearing that, dispite his words, he will strike as swiftly and lethally as the cobra that is his second form. Among the serpiente, she'll have to pretend to be in love, though when they are alone, her reserve threatens to keep her and Sasuke's worlds apart. And in the their midst are dissenters who will do whatever it takes to destroy this union.
Trust. It is all Sasuke asks of Kagome, and all they ask of their people, but it may be more than she can give.
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PROLOGUE
They say the first of my kind was a woman named Midoriko, a human raised by hawks. She learned the language of the birds and was gifted with their form.
It is a pretty myth, I admit, but few actually believe it. No record remains of her life.
No record except for the feathers in every avian's hair, even when otherwise we appear human, and the wings I can grow when I choose, and of course the beautiful sapphire hawk's form that is as natural to me as the legs and arms i wear normally.
This myth is one of the stories we hear as children, but it says nothing of reality or the hard lessons we are taught later.
Almost before a child of my kind learns to fly, she learns to hate. She learns of war. She learns of the race that calls itself the serpiente. She learns that they are untrustworthy, that they are liars and loyal to no one. She learns to fear the garnet eyes of their royal family even though she will probly never see them. What she never learns is how the fighting started. No, that has been forgotten. Instead she learns that they murdered her family and her loved ones. She learns that these enemies are evil, that their ways are not hers and that they would kill her if they could.
That is all she learns
This is all I have learned
Days and weeks and years, and all I know is bloodshed. I hum the the songs my mother once sang to me and wish for the peace they promise. It's a peace my mother has never known, nor her mother before her. How many generations? How many of our soldiers fallen?
And why?
Meaningless hatred: the hatred of an enemy without a face. No one knows why we fight; they only know that we will continue until we win a war that is too late to win, until we have avenged to many dead to avenge, until no one can remember peace anymore, even in songs.
Days and weeks and years.
My brother never returned last night.
Days and weeks and years.
How long until their assassins find me?
~Kagome Higarashi
Heir to the Tuuli Thea.
Iknow this is a short prologe but I hope to have another chapter up today or tomorrow.