Separate entities entwined by the hands of fate
they crash, collide, and separate
Together bind and thus create
A paradise of Light and Shadows.
- Sarah Hale
Snow fell lightly through the darkness, leaving no warmth for the young woman sitting, abandoned in the night.
Not a sound could be heard throughout the grimy snow covered city of Wind.
The silence was soon shattered by a mournful sound, a voice, shaky at first, with un-shed tears tore through the night "At the edge of an artificial paradise...Deep Deep inside the Earth's core... All Alone I sing these prayers... My fate is written in this song..."
The young woman pushed herself to her feet, her voice growing stronger as a look of sheer determination spread across her bruised and dirty face, "From a past that has long since lost its way... I put all my hope into an endless melody...on the brink of repeating history...I search for my fate."
The words rang through the empty streets, "I've never known anything but this song, The song I've lived my whole life...It's a song of sunlight and a song of endless rain... a gentle requiem leading the way to to paradise... a song given to me to replace warm hands that never found me. I will sing it forever!"
The woman squared her feet, overlooking the city from a stone bridge. With the final word of her song she slammed her bare hands on the stone railing, the city erupted into flames.
Startled crimson eyes shot open, as Hiei nearly lost his balance on the branch he had been napping on.
He sensed the energy of his jagan eye fading along with the image of stubborn hazel eyes and a sharp featured face held proudly as if its owner had forever been a warrior.
A strange sense of familiarity coursed through his veins, but he could not imagine why that was, he had never known a woman like that.
With an irritated snort he shoved the image to the back of his mind. His jagan had never before acted of its own free will to show him anything, he had always had to overpower its will with his own. Now the jagan was showing him things that made no sense.
It was enough to put him in a particularly foul mood, as the strange melody echoed in the back of his mind.
meanwhile...
The Spirit World was a hive of frantic activity as the ring leader of the entire ogre circus scrambled to find some information on a new threat to the universe.
"Find that prophecy!"
"Sir! It isn't here!"
"Of course it is! You just aren't looking hard enough! It is vitally important that we find it!"
Lightening flashed, followed by a roar of thunder that shook the Spirit Realm to its very foundations.
Fear seeped its way into a pair of worrisome brown eyes. Koenma spoke up above the chaos, his voice like a beacon to all the workers who had stopped what they were doing to stare in horror at the slowly approaching cloud of darkness.
"That prophecy is our only hope!"
The ogres immediately snapped back into action.
meanwhile...
Two feet dug into the soft ground of the human realm, the only defense of a long dead city.
A body shot forward, two tonfa colliding with a mass of black cloud. The cloud pressed forward, meeting its only resistance in a locked struggle for dominance.
The feet skidded slightly back, leaving deep tracks in the dirt.
The warrior realized, that the darkness was far more powerful, and yet only dug those feet more firmly into the soil of her homeland.
She would fight until the end.