It was pure black outside this night. The New Moon had arrived and therefore, the perfect night for the seemingly young, dead priestess to collect her souls. Her long black hair was pulled back and tied by a single white ribbon. She wore the red and white outfit of the normal, everyday priestess.
Her feet made no noise on the soft ground as she walked into the forest. From a side view there are three or four soul-eater demons flying by, ready to collect lost souls for their mistress. A crunch is heard in the darkness, a twig is broken. In seconds, the priestess has her Sacred Boy and Arrow in hand.
"Who's there?" She demanded in a fierce whisper. A dark figure stumbled from the trees. She was wearing a black and red demon slayer outfit with the slayers mask to match. On her back was what looked like a huge boomerang with a large crack down the middle. The girl seemed to have just come from a rather harsh battle. The priestess caught her seconds before the slayer hit the ground.
When the slayer woke the next morning, she was in a small hut on a straw futon. Her mask and slayer suit were laying next to her and she had been bandaged up.
A few seconds after, the young priestess walked in, carrying a pail of water and cloth. She dipped the cloth in the water before placing it on her forehead.
"I'm glad to you awake, slayer." The priestess said, kneeling next to the make shift bed.
"Who are you...?" The girl tried to sit up but the priestess gently pushed her back.
"You aren't well enough to stand. My name is Kikyo. I found you in the wood, moments before you collapsed. You are quiet lucky." Kikyo turned to fix something which sat on a small fire.
"T-thank-you." The girl murmured, thankful for the rest, "My name is Sango of the Demon Slayer Village."
"So I gathered." Kikyo said, "Your hiraikotsu is being fixed by out weapon's master. I suppose you were slaying a demon nearby?"
"Yes..." Sango closed her eyes. The memory of her latest fight with Naraku...and Kohaku was still fresh in her mind.
Kikyo stared at the young slayer, silently hoping for details that she, for some unexplained reason, felt she needed. When Sango opened her eyes again Kikyo ripped her eyes away, averting her gaze to the fire, not wanting to incense the woman by prying, knowing that, if she really did need the details, they would be revealed in time.
Sango studied Kikyo, wondering about this priestess who had rescued her.
"Do you know where the others are? My friends, I mean," Sango asked wondering where Inu-Yasha, Kagome, Shippo, Kirara and the houshi were. She had run off after Kohaku during the fight, leaving the others behind.
"No, I'm afraid you were found alone," Kikyo answered after a few moments. "I am sure they are all right..." Kikyo's attempt at optimism did not have the desired effect.
"...yes, I'm sure," Sango replied, forlorn. She sighed, closed her eyes, and let sleep retake her.