Author's Note: My first fic in a while, so I hope you enjoy. It's Yu Yu Hakusho, in the style of Paragon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or World of Warcraft.
~Flashback~
Kurama nodded as he accepted the box Keonma gave him. It was a dark cherry
colored wood, with ornate gold patterns. Carved into the box were the words
"Anar'alah belore." "By the light of the sun" in an ancient language. He was told
to guard it with his life, until one of Koenma's ambassadors could take for a more long-term
safe keeping.
~End Flashback~
And thus here he was, a small, ornate box sitting atop his desk, glimmering in the fading sunlight.
His fingers lighlty brushed over the locks on the box, and with his curiosity getting the best of him,
slowly popped the box open. Insisde lay a brightly jeweled dagger, it's hilt decorated in deep emeralds.
Underneath it, there lay a silver necklace, attached to a locket, decorated with a sapphire. Popping the
locket open, he read the inscription: To Sylvanas. Love always, Alleria. Slowly closing the locket again,
he returned his sights to the box. Inside, there appeared to be writing, etched in silver: Shindu Fallah Na.
Perplexed, he returned to items to the box, and slowly clicked the locks back into place.
Six hours later...
Click.
Creak...
His eyes were open in a second.
They glanced over the where a figure was crawling in through his window.
He was up in a flash, throwing a bundle of seeds at it's feet, rootly it to the ground firmly.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" He said, slowly pulling his rose out of his hair.
The he noticed it was female.
She took a glance towards him, her eyes aflame with an unearthly green colour. Her hair was a light silver colour,
shimmering in the moonlight spilled by his window. She wore dark coloured leather, with silvery daggers at her sides.
Her eyes focused upon him, as if studying every inch of his face. She turned her head, motioning towards the box
sitting on his desk.
"Fallah." She said, tugging at the bonds on her feet. Kurama gained a perplexed look, not understanding her language.
She rolled her eyes at him, reuttering "Fallah." And continued to tug at the plants. Kurama smirked, saying, "Not until you
state your purpose for breaking into my home."
She turned her head and pointed at the box. "Selama ashal'anore." she said, a pleading look in her eyes. Kurama slowly
walked over the box, bringing it before her.
"This is what you want?" he said, as she nodded her head enthusiastically. He slwoly popped the lid open, removing the dagger
and locket. He held them up in front of her. She looked at them breifly, before looking at the silver engravment in the box. She
motioned for him to upturn the box. He did so, and the bottom fell out of the box, leaving him with a secret compartment.
Looking inside, he found himself with a small book, looking to be only a few pages long. Flipping the cover open, he was greeted
with a picture of a crest. Adorned in blue and red, with gold leaves furling off of it. Flipping the next page, he found himself
with the lyrics of a song. He recognized one word almost immedietly: Fallah. He slowly showed her the lyrics, and she gained
a look of recognition in her eyes. She opened her mouth, and began to sing.
Anar'alah, anar'alah belore,
Sin'dorei,
Shindu fallah na.
Sin'dorei,
Anar'alah,
Shindu sin'dorei,
Shindu fallah na.
Sin'dorei,
Anar'alah belore.
Shindu sin'dorei,
Shindu fallah na.
Sin'dorei,
Anar'alah belore,
Belore.
He turned the page when she was done, finding himself with words he could read.
By the light, by the light of the sun,
Children of the blood,
Our enemies are breaking through.
Children of the blood,
By the light,
Failing children of the blood,
They are breaking through.
O children of the blood,
By the light of the sun.
Failing children of the blood,
They are breaking through.
O children of the blood,
By the light of the sun,
The sun
Slowly closing the book, he returned the objects back into the box, closing the locks with a soft click.
She pointed to the window, her eyes flickering with sorrow. Kurama slowly recalled his plants, his rose still
held at the ready. She turned around before she crawled out, and said "Anar'alah belore, anu belore, dela'na.
Shorel'aran." And practically flew out of the window. Moving back over to his desk, he scribbled down the words
she said, and trodded back off to bed, box in hand.
The next day...
He met with Koenma and his ambassador. He said her name was Lady Sylvanas, The Dark Lady. He did not ask
where she was from. He gave her the box, along with the peice of paper he had scribbled on. She looked inside the
box, looking to see if all was accounted, and laid eyes on the songbook. Slowly turning it's pages, she muttered a
word he could not hear, and looked at the peice of paper.
Her eyes lighted up in recognition, and she said, "Anar'alah, belore." She handed Kurama the paper, looked towards
Keonma, and nodded in acceptance. She stood to leave, and said to them "Shorel'aran."
Kurama looked at the peice of paper in his hands, and muttered "Shorel'aran."