Prologue: The Beginning
A young girl of six or seven stood in the middle of the throne room. All around her were the moans of the dying, but she ignored them instead choosing to stare down at the woman on the floor. "Mommy?" she said in a small voice that ended in a screech. The woman slowly lifted her hand up to touch the girl's cheek. "Kagomeā¦" she said as her hand slid down the girl's, Kagome's face leaving a red smear. Kagome looked up at the throne her mother had so recently occupied, only to see a dark man staring down at her. "So you are the heir to the throne? Just a young girl with nowhere to go." The girl stepped over her mother as if compelled to reach the dark man. She climbed up the dais to reach for a red stone hanging around the man's neck. "So the Shikon No Tama calls to you," he grinned a twisted grin, "I may have several uses for you."
