Well Of Dreams
By. To-To Kama Mae
Disclaimer: I do not own or neither did I invent the characters in this story. However, I did write the story line and actions. Inuyasha was lovingly created and written by Rumiko Takahashi.
' TEXT ' = Character's Thoughts " TEXT " = Character's Talking [ TEXT ] =Author's Notes
Chapter 2
Now free and out of her Grandfather's grasp, Kagome lifted her delicate head as a cypress of wind fluttered her hair around her face. Her white, slender legs flexed beneath her green trimmed skirt and pulled her in the left direction. All around the property were small signs written in Japanese and hanging on so-called 'antiques' and 'authentic' items. As Kagome walked, she lifted her face in the sky and towards the sun so she could soak up its warm rays. The sky was unbelievably blue with scattered marshmallow puff clouds spanned out in certain places. Kagome entered a small area of trees and welcomed the canopy of leaves that enshrouded a cool shade.
Finally she came to a large wooden shack with two sliding doors decorated with a slithering snake. Cautiously she slid open the large oak doors and crept in softly, on her toes. The room was silent except for a small trickle of water and the scurrying of rats, which the Miko winced at. Standing in the center of the musty room stood an ancient wooden cap. Kagome set her bag on the cold wooden steps and pranced over to the well.
Kagome slid the cap off of the well, letting it fall with a thud. Her dark eyes widened as she peered into the fathomless well and filled her lungs with cold air.
"Uhhh?" , she gasped. "After all of the years of going down there, the well has never looked so dark and bottomless. I-I guess I have just never noticed."
As she was thinking about the situation, a cold gust of wind blew up from the depths of the will and gently kissed at her ivory skin. Kagome shuddered and gasped as the chill slid down her back.
"If I wasn't so tired, I swear that that wind felt like Kikyo was here." She paused. "Well here I go."
Kagome slipped her slender hand on the mouth of the well and grasped tightly onto a vine clinging to the side of the dark abyss. She heaved her legs over the cold stone slabs and held tightly on the dying vine. After about three minutes and a badly splintered finger, Kagome reached the dark bottom of the waterless well.
While she was regaining herself after a huge centipede skidded over her shoe, a strange whisking sound filled her ears. She looked up and watched as a round mass of electric purple covered the bottom of the well. Kagome's shadowy silhouette fell to the damp floor; her silvery blue eyes looked up towards the now cloudless sky and watched an arrow zoom through the air.
Kagome gasped for breath and cried out in the empty well. Just as she thought she would give up her struggle, the purple orb disappeared.