Priestess of the Jewel

Summary: Five hundred year ago, a miko foretold of a woman that would save the realms. Now two brothers wait for the day that she will come. The deity of purity and innocence that will save them all from the destruction of an evil hanyou and a magical jewel.

A/N: I do not own the characters! Also, this is based off of the Dark Jewels Trilogy, by Anne Bishop. You'll notice similar events that happened in the book. Oh, and this will be a crossover between Inuyasha and Yu Yu Hakusho. I saw it fitting seeing as Realms exist in Yu Yu.

"Dialogue"

Thoughts

Prologue

I am Kaede the weaver; however, different people call me different things. To some I am Kaede the liar and to others I am Kaede the fool, but mostly I am just Kaede the weaver.

Whenever there is a need for entertainment, I am the one the Lords and Ladies call. I weave my tales after the lads and lasses have danced, the lords are drunk with merriment, and the music has died away.

The people say, "Spin us a tale, Kaede, weaver of the whimsical." They cheer and clap their hands and wait for me to assume my position at the front of the court.

I am old. My bones get tired, so it takes me some time to ascend the few steps onto the platform, but it's in those few moments that I observe the court. I usually see the Lords eyeing the serving girls and the Ladies admiring young men, hoping to snag one to warm their bed.

But tonight is different. Tonight I sift through the crowd with my good eye to find two in particular men. Two men I need to have witness this tale I will spin.

By the time I reach the low three-pegged stool, I have everyone in the courts attention. They wait with bated breath hoping I will tell their fortunes as I have done in the past but, as I said before, tonight is different.

There has been something whispering on the winds for weeks now. The inkling of a prophecy in the making. It is a calling I have not heard in over a decade, but I will not let this opportunity pass me by. Tonight I will weave a tale far more prophetic than those I have spun in the past. I will tell a tale that will impact future generations of men and women. It will be a tale that is forsaken, but I only need two to hear it. To remember the deeper meaning behind my words.

So tonight there will be no fortunes. I can only say it once. I only want to say it once. This tale I will weave will top them all.

I wait, but it's not like they notice. Their glasses are filled to the brim with wine and refilled when necessary by cute little service girls with round rumps for the Lords to rub.

A flash of silver out of my peripheral vision alerts me to one. There he is, Sesshomaru Takahashi, eldest son of Inu-Taisho, and heir to the Western Citadel. He is as beautiful as he is cruel. Women plead to be bedded by the stoic man. His skills within the bedroom are known throughout the land, but his rage is just as wicked and renowned.

I have never been witness to his brutal rage. He has always been kind to me, so tonight I throw out to him a thread of hope and pray that he will understand.

I can see and hear that the Lords and Ladies grow restless. I usually never wait this long before I proceed, but I need to know that the other one I search for is here. I need to know that he has heard my tale.

After tonight, it will make no difference. The Lords and Ladies of today will not comprehend the nonsense, but it matters not. I only need two people that do. I only need the pair I have sought out. The one's I know I can trust to remember my words and wait for it to come true.

There's the other, Inuyasha Ito, the hanyou from the East.

They are bound by means that the two are unable to comprehend. Drawn to the other like a moth to flame but neither are they friends nor outright enemies.

The two have fought legendary battles and destroyed more courts than one can count. The Lords and Ladies are always wary to keep the two together for long amounts of time.

I raise my head and tap my walking stick three times. Sesshomaru turns a keen eye toward me. His expression has not changed, but I know he is waiting, ready to listen to the account I am about to share.

I also know that because he is listening, Inuyasha is listening too.

"She is coming..."

The Lords and Ladies do not move. I am unsure they are even aware that I have spoken but it matters not because Sesshomaru and Inuyasha have heard my words.

"You old hag, tell me who I am to marry!" An angry courtier yells along with several other disgruntled court members.

"She is coming," I repeat with a little more vigor. Tears spring to my eyes and I pray that I still have the time and strength to continue on. I can feel a darkness seeping into my body that threatens to send me over the edge into the land of the broken.

"A terrible darkness will arise and the lands will be torn in battle. Many will die. Those who survive will serve!"

Kami no! Please, just let me get this out!

Sesshomaru comes to my side and kneels as his large hands take my frail ones within his. I speak as if he were the only one in the room and through him I know I am speaking to Inuyasha.

"There is a man who is going to covet the scared jewel," I see his eyes widen minutely in shock but he remains silent. "Yes, the Shikon no Tama. It is a jewel of legend, but then again so is the being. This man will twist and turn the life and people into his minions. He will risk everything for the jewel. His perversion will taint the land and the people who reside there. His own greedy ambitions will drive everyone to seek the jewel. A power so great will rise up to combat the evil and the two will duel to the death."

"Who is left to fight this battle? A Lord and a hanyou?"

Damn, this evil spell! I hold onto his hands in a bone breaking way and press on.

"The light has had a Prince for a long time, now the Queen is coming. It may take years or even centuries before she arrives, but she is coming."

"They will be dust by then, Sesshomaru," My right hand indicates to the perturbed court members encircling us. "Only you and the hanyou will be here to serve."

"Kaede, what Queen?" I can see the frustration mounting in his eyes but there is not time to answer his question.

"The living myth. The one of dreams made flesh." My words are nothing more than a whisper on the wind, but I know he's heard because his eyes harden and he leans forward.

"Are you sure?"

"I have seen her. I have seen the one that shall save us." The world is spinning. There are dark blotches that mar my vision, and I know I do not have much time.

"The hanyou."

"What about him?" There is a bitterness that tinges his words.

"He's your brother. He is the son of your father."

His eyes narrow and I see that he does not want to believe my words. "Sesshomaru, it is true."

I cannot hold on any longer. My vision swims and I succumb to the welcoming darkness that cradles me into its warmth.

I have been broken by an evil spell whose castor has not yet shown himself. He has broken my mind, and it will never be the same again. I will forever walk the road between sane and the insane.

However, I am at peace. I know that another miko will come.

Not just any miko, but Miko.

A/N: I know this is a little weird. Also, Kaede, for the sake of this story, is going to have the life of a demon. She is not a demon though. We'll call her a person from one of the long lived races.

A/N 2: I apologize, in advace, for those of you who have read the trilogy! I will try my best not to butcher the great works by Anne Bishop.