'hn, who knew out of 19 years of my life, that fighting for my life over a shiny pink gem would become normal, that travelling on the back of a 50+ year old dog demon seemed like a great idea, and that having friends that consisted of a Monk, a Demon Slayer, A Neko Youkai and A little Fox demon would be some of the best conversations I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of.

Sure I miss high school and my friends but I had become so accustomed to spending time in another era that changed everyday.

Momma worries about me constantly and not seeing her or Souta, or Grandpa makes me a little lonely.

Oddly enough I survived through all of it, leaving my family behind, fighting tooth and nail to get little shards of a jewel I never thought we would complete, arguing with the most stubborn hanyou in history. I have to say I believe I survived in more ways than one. Naraku was the hardest battle I had ever been a part of, a mixture of emotions ran through me that day and the adrenaline was flowing.

Once it was done a huge sigh of relief went through my group, we never believed it would eventually end.

Naraku screamed and howled until he was nothing more than dust in the wind, and the white light of the Shikon jewel being purified by my hands solidified the fact that he was gone.

Miroku unwrapped his hand, tears running down his face as he realized he could spend the rest of his life with his one true love, Sango.

Sango holding the lifeless body of her one and only sibling, her younger brother Kohaku, who at the last minute stepped in front of Sango and sacrificed himself to save her. He died with a smile on his face.

Sesshomaru walking towards Kagura, the woman of the wind, who was finally free once and for all to do what she wished. Turning and leaving the gruesome scene behind with her mate.

Kikyo, walking towards me, I had thought to steal back the rest of her soul, instead giving me what was left of mine. She smiled and when the rest of my soul left her body she turned and stared at Inuyasha with a little smile on her face, whispering to me " look after him for me, do not hurt him Kagome "with me promising I would spend the rest of my life with him if he wished it. After my promised words she faded away into the wind, no longer dealing with the pain and anguish Naraku had caused so many years ago.

Finally Inuyasha, who stared on in disbelief where Kikyo had stood, with Tetsusaiga hanging in his right hand. He shook his head, took a deep breath and for a glimpse of a moment I saw a smile as he realized everyone was now at peace. Sheathing his beloved sword, he stepped towards me, but stopped himself and instead went to Miroku. Making sure that the monk did not go into shock at no longer having to worry about the Kazanna.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and letting it all sink in. Moving slowly towards Sango as to not spook the poor girl, I sank down beside her and placed my hand over Kohaku's eyes and closed them. Sango wrenching out sobs, placed her brothers body on the ground and stood. Peering up at her I knew what she needed, she needed to get him out of this evil place and bury him properly.

Walking a short distance away from the battlegrounds I found a perfect spot for the slayers brother, In a grave underneath a thick forest of trees. Not touched by death or evil.

After holding a ceremony for Kohaku, I grabbed Sango's hand and gave her all the support I could, Miroku on her other side. Inuyasha was across from us, his eyes covered by his long bangs, I knew he was hiding emotions he said he would never have.

Walking away from Kohaku's grave made reality sink in, Sango and Miroku could be happy and get married, have all the children Miroku wants, Shippo could grow into an adult youkai, Inuyasha no longer had to hurt the jewel shards could finally relax and quit fighting for his life.

But me, what would I do, I didn't know what was going to happen when I purified the jewel. I didn't know if I would be sent home or have to stay here permanently, I never stopped to think once the jewel was completed that the time rift itself would close.

Breathing deeply to hold back tears, we started on our way back to the village, never knowing we would have to start fighting again, that our peace was short lived.

Ending this chapter in my life will forever be ingrained in my mind as one of joy, and sadness.

Its where our true story begins.