AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first story on Fan Fiction in a long time, folks. I hope you enjoy. Reviews are very much appreciated! I know its the first chapter, and it may seem a little confusing, but once it picks up it should be okay. I hope you enjoy it! Be prepared for twists and turns...thats my favorite part of writing a story. Haha. Thank you for reading! Please enjoy!

IMPORTANT: The parts in Italics are set far in the past (you'll soon find out just how far), and the parts in regular follow the story in the present day (with Kagome, Inuyasha and crew).

Chapter 1: Prophecy

Kyoko tossed and turned violently in her bed. Though fast asleep, she knew she was falling into the realm of prophecy, and a vision would soon be upon her. Neither awake, nor asleep, Kyoko slowly got up and walked smoothly to the desk that was less than five paces from her bed. Without opening her eyes, she began to write on the tablet that she kept out at all times. Words flowed from within the depths of her entranced mind, the prophecy spilling out onto paper. And then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped. Kyoko's eyes flew open, and she half sat, half collapsed into the chair by the desk. With a shaking hand, she grasped the tablet and began to read the words that she supposed were written during her bout of sight. Word by word, phrase by phrase, she finally realized what she was looking at. In her hands she held not only the fate of 6 young individuals, but the fate of life on earth.

Kyoko Miyame had just been selected to prophecy the next Great Evil.

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"Kagome, why are we going this way? We've been going the same damn way for the past week, and we haven't found ONE SINGLE JEWEL SHARD. Pshh. You're useless."

Fuming, Kagome stormed away from the arrogant half-demon, angrily shouting "SIT BOY!" over her shoulder.

The NERVE of him, the absolute NERVE! She thought, frustrated with his constant nagging. However, he DOES have a point. They all agreed with him, though not quite as loudly. Kagome didn't know what was wrong with her; her senses didn't seem to be leading her in the right direction. Normally, when she followed her gut instincts, they had a demon they needed to battle within one or two days. Obviously, that hadn't happened. It had been a little over a week since they set out, about 8 days or so, and they had found nothing, aside from a few weak demons that took little to no effort to kill.

Kagome knew that they were wasting time, but she knew they had to be going the right way, they just had to be. Her senses hadn't failed them before, why should they know? She was no less of a priestess than she had been on their last adventure. Tiredly, she sighed, wishing to be back in her own time in her own warm bed.

Sango knew her friend was upset that her senses seemed to be so out of wack, and walked quickly to catch up with her.

"Kagome, it's not your fault we haven't found any jewel shards. If you sense something this way, then we should go this way."

Looking at her gratefully, Kagome replied "Thanks, Sango. It means a lot. I'm just as frustrated as everyone else; I hate not knowing when the next big surprise is going to show up. I'm not just walking in whatever direction I fancy, as Mister High-and-Mighty likes to think. I really feel like there's something this way."

"I feel it too, though not the same way you do. I think we're coming upon something special, though what it could be, I have no idea. All I know is that for the past few days, we haven't seen a single demon."

"You're Right! I hadn't really paid it much attention until now!"

"And look at how rich the grass is here in these parts...yet no beasts are grazing. It almost seems as though the place hasn't been touched by human hands in centuries."

"Sango..."

"What is it?"

"I don't even hear any birds."

They sat silent for a few moments, listening in awe to the dead quiet of the land they were now walking in. Neither of them had ever experienced anything quite like this. It could hardly be called peace and quiet, for even when it's quiet, small animals still rustle the underbrush, and birds still chirp. It almost felt like they were the last humans left on earth.