A/N: A ficlet, I don't think it's more than five hundred words but who knows? I'm too lazy to count!

So Very Long Ago

I still remember, though I was only six. She was the one who inspired me all so very long ago. Now I am a priestess as was she. A young woman Ive grown into. Dressed in miko robes I heal the hurt and tend to the sick. But I have not forgotten who taught me the most important lesson of all.

Her name? Kikyou, she was my inspiration from so very long ago.

Flashback

I watch concealed in the bushes, shes dead? I never knew! And yet she can be so kind, how? Her soul will not rest and yet Im as dear to her as her little sister.

The monk, that evil man! He tries to send her to hell. If she is still here does she not have something to do before she can rest in peace?

I watch awhile longer. The younger monk has run away! What has Kikyou-sama done? I peek out a little farther... I CANT believe what I see! Kikyou has killed the Monk!

She comes closer and reaches out to touch me. I flinch. It is that flinch I regret; I remember her last words to me.

"Sayo, forgive me," Kikyou says, "I did not mean for you to see such a sight."

I called after her, I told her to wait ands she did not.

"Farewell Sayo, please forgive me," she says as she walks on.

End flashback

It was then and there I decided to become a priestess. I seeked the help of a High Miko in a nearby village by the name of Kaede. It was then I found out that Kikyou did indeed have a younger sister.

Kaede was as dear to Kikyou as I was? Somehow, I found out about the great gang that defeated the evil demon, Naraku.

That was how her body was destroyed, Kikyou died trying to help! I knew she could not be evil. She may be dead but her spirit lived on. I found out so much and it made me push myself harder.

In a way I must thank the evil witch brought her back to life. For without Kikyou, I would probably not be a miko, nor would I have thought of being one.

Kikyou, you are my inspiration,I say, and I stand by, an inspiration from all those years ago.

Who am I? A girl who knew Kikyou about eleven years ago. Im Sayo. I was a young girl, and now I am a seventeen year old miko, and I owe it all to her.

Kikyou, I thank you, and I pray you rest in peace.

A/N; WOW! That was short, even for me! Only one and one half pages! Im I losing my touch? All well this will be a ficlet.