AN: Hey friends! Here is another update! The last of the special 'explanatory' chapters, if you will. It is short, as the first two were, because it is only indirectly related to the main story line. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it. I'm sure some - or most - of you have guessed by now Kagome's true nature, but if not, this chapter is an eye-opener.
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Part Three: The Lost
The sisters watched as many lifetimes came and went – Xealia living and dying through every one of them only to be born again into the next. They were never the same. Some were tragic, others fulfilling, and still others left her with so much to be desired.
She was lost.
Throughout all of her lives, she was born, grew and passed on never knowing her full potential – never knowing who she truly was. Each incarnation grew, as the sisters watched, and one thing became very clear to them – Xaelia was radiant of soul and pure of heart.
She was the embodiment of her father and mother – gentle and giving, kind and spirited; protective of the weak and bearing an incredible affinity for acceptance of those who may be different or less fortunate.
No two incarnations were alike, but they were, each of them, good.
But, she was a lost soul, unaware of her own truth.
The sisters of Fate observed Xaelia, the Goddess of the sphere that she was bound to, and never knowing her connection to it. Their hearts grew heavier as millennia elapsed and they wondered when she would be allowed to go back home – to finally know who she truly was.
Though...each sister, in her own way, had noticed how Xaelia thrived on Earth – and rightly so, as she was its Goddess, after all.
Perhaps…
Perhaps, she fared better on her Earth than she ever would have in the realm of her birth. Of course, the sisters agreed that Xaelia was not to remain in the state of being she currently existed – living and reliving, reincarnated time and time again; never knowing who you were meant to be.
The sisters planned.
They planned Xaelia's future, they planned her happiness, but they fell short with one element.
One very important particular.
Xaelia was a celestial being. A deity. A Goddess, born of those well-worshipped.
And such an empyrean soul required and deserved love.
Who would be worthy of her? Who on Earth could possibly be deserving of such purity and power?
"I fear there is no one that I might link her to," the least-lived of the three sisters expressed with a sigh.
"Do not fret, sister," the oldest of them barked, her voice grating with age, "He will come."
"Upon the death of the father, the son will rise," spoke the third sister, her voice hypnotic, "he will be powerful."
"Powerful enough?" The young one inquired, hopeful.
She looked upon her sister, eyes white and wide in the throes of her premonition.
"Oh, yes, sister," she said, nodding slowly, "He will, indeed, be powerful." She paused, her head dipping to the side. "But, he will not be pure."
The youngest of them grew sad, eyes dropping to the floor.
"Will he be worthy?" She asked, voice soft.
"She will make him worthy," the eldest spoke, finality in her voice, "It will be done."
Xaelia would no longer be lost.
Centuries passed and the sisters waited. Centuries meant nothing to them. Time was irrelevant to those who possessed immortality.
And, finally, the moment came. Their carefully spun threads of fate would be laid; woven into their beautiful creation.
In a place filled with pink in the spring, a young lord was born within a castle in the sky. His fate would begin unfortunate, but nonetheless necessary. His heart needed to harden – become cold.
"It is sad, sister," came the small voice as she viewed the young lords childhood from another plane of existence.
"Perhaps, so," said a rough voice, "But necessary. His heart must be closed to love until she is born again."
"I know," the young one admitted on a sigh, "it does not make it any less sad, however." Tilting her head, she blinked at the elder. "Why do we not just use her current incarnation?"
"Still so much to learn," the withered woman shook her head as she observed her younger sister, "She is not likely to be reborn into the same era; she will require something that will connect her to it."
"So, you are using the hanyou as that connection?"
"Precisely," the elder's eyes softened at the little one, "Just as you will use his link to Xaelia to connect them all."
As the Goddess of Fated Lovers spun her thread, she carefully entwined a group of unsuspecting beings. A feudal miko, an inuhanyou, and a rising inuyoukai. The Goddess of Fate lengthened and strengthened that thread, wrapping it all around them and tying it tightly – unable to be removed, unable to be altered.
"Sister, it is time to cut Kikyo's thread."
As the Goddess of Death stepped forward, shears glinting in the candle light, she shed melancholy tears for the life that would be lost and tears of joy for the one to be gained.
Upon the death of the feudal miko, her soul would see its final rebirth, harboring her jewel within her – creating links to a moment in time where she would be released from her prison.
"What now?"
"We wait."
Five centuries the sisters waited for Xaelia's soul to be reborn – her human parents called her Kagome.
"It is time."
Together the sisters stood, stringing together their fated threads. One atop the other, they fabricated the outcome they each desired for Xaelia – an epic love, befitting a Goddess; circumstances and revelations that would make her both strong and soft; and finally, an end to her captivity on the rock she resided.
The death of an endless cycle of ignorance and loss.
In the blink of an eye, she would, finally, know who she truly was.
Her truth would be revealed – she was Xaelia, Goddess of the Earth and its Moon, daughter of the Defender of the Nation and the prevailer of serpents.
And it was time she knew it, the sisters thought.