One
…one among many…
Kagome fell to her knees, torn and bloody. Slashed, trembling hands supported her against the ground, as she bit back tears of pain. It was excruciating.
Evidence of gore covered her body, some from her foe but most her own. She was weakening, her fate gruesome beyond imagination if she were to fall into his hands. Magatsuhi the evil spirit laughed, hideously cackling while regenerating his latest wound.
It started out well. Confident in her abilities and aware that she could not die, she gathered her powers of purification and unleashed. Huge masses of flesh faded, turning to dust from her overwhelming power. He merely restored his limbs. Once again she released her powers, purifying most of his body. He regenerated, and it continued.
From her deepest rationality, she knew it was futile. He was too strong, too underhanded. She would steadily exhaust. It was over, but she would continue anyways.
Magatsuhi sneered at her, preparing to absorb her to prevent resurrection. Where were her powers now? Why wasn't she healing?
Could it be that she never had those power? That she was revived for another reason?
It was all too late now. She closed her eyes as the tentacles struck her. This time, instead of piercing through her, they would make her one of their own. Absentmindedly she wondered if Sesshomaru was going through the same suffering, or had he already fallen? Since when did she doubt?
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
She failed again.
Author Note: I feel so bad for not updating . This chapter makes me kind of sad, but more are coming along!
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One: part of many