A young woman sat in a once beautiful clearing, but now bloody grounds and wrecked bodies strewn about. Her head was bowed low and a sweet melody escaped her lips. Long midnight, blue hair tumbled down her shoulders and back, She had on what once was a beautiful black and blue traditional fighting kimono (don't know what the traditional one looks like, so I'm making one up sorry) a black miko's top that cut off at the mid-section and black thin-like sweat pants that were tight at her small waist. The mysterious singing women stood up and the first thing you would see is her icy-blue eyes. Her were on a soft oval face, she had full pouty lips, with a small button nose. The markings on her face told of her royalties, the two black stripes on each of her cheeks, her image of a flame with a halo resting on her forehead or the prophecy of the world gracing her back. She began to walk bringing life back to the trees and flowers destroyed by wrong doing and she collects the souls of those she fought and those who fought along her side. She takes each one to the world below and has come back to clean the mess the vile Naraku has created over the years. All of a sudden everything stopped, the singing and all, as she felt a familiar presence behind her. She turned around and looked on coolly at her mate the Lord of the Western lands, Sesshoumaru. His beauty still shown threw the blood and grime covering him. His hair being matted down by blood and sweat, his royal clothing in shreds, hanging off of him his marking jagged and bold as he looked at the destruction being repaired. If you looked close enough you u could the already healing wounds, covering his body from the harsh battle just moments before. His red gleaming eyes stared at her, softening with the knowledge that she was safe. The sword he held in his grasp, fell to the ground with a muffled thud. Next followed was he, on his knees, in front of the still silent women, his beast begging for forgiveness, as a name was whispered through his lips. "Kagome".