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Several Millennia later...
A dark, bloodied figure staggered through the ancient forest. His long, silver hair glimmered dully in the coarse moonlight. Amber eyes shined faintly; their glow had been stolen by pain and exhaustion. A thick trail of crimson blood marked his path, a path that led nowhere. He limped on holding only a fragment of his former grace.
'So this is the end' the words hung in his mind 'brought down by some measly demons, is this how the last Guardian is to fall?'
He pushed on to some non-existent destination, perhaps marching to death itself.
"Where are you?" The raspy words hung in the dense forest air. "Where are you?" the plea came again, "It's been so long, this Guardian can not remember your faces."
His stride faltered, his mind grew more clouded, and vision blurred. A deep growl rumbled in his broken chest, but was caught in his throat as he choked on his own viscous blood. The resulting sound was a pathetic gurgle.
Finally, his pride failed as his life ebbed away. He roared, as loud as his shattered body would allow, "If only I could transform this Sesshoumaru would never..."
His form went slack, his body crumpling as it fell to the hard earth. He looked like a rag doll that had just been discarded by a small child. Defeated, his world went black.
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"Damn!" Shippo cursed as he ran a clawed hand through his thick orange hair, "Kirara, we are in so much shit!"
From the small of his back sprouted a large, fluffy, ginger tail. That seemed to possess a mind of its own as it darted sporadically back and forth. Not to mention, his well clawed hands and sharp fangs.
Atop his desk perched a beautiful fire cat, its two tails flowing gracefully off the table cascading to the floor. Scarlet flames danced around her delicate paws; occasionally a spirited flame would leap into her silky fur casting off an orange glow. Her large eyes followed the movements of her distressed partner.
She purred, "Relax, it's not like God is going to smite you."
"How do you know!" he fired back, "My job was to watch the Protectors. Now look what happened! Do I have to summarize it for you?"
Kirara, un-phased by Shippo's panic attack, remarked in monotone, "We've lost track of six of the Protectors and one of the two we were tracking is near death."
Shippo fumed, 'Doesn't she get it? God saved us in order to monitor them. He saved us...from him...and we have failed.'
He punched the nearest wall with all his strength, leaving a large hole in the stone structure.
Kirara ruffled her fur, sending embers into the air, and sighed, "Well, what do you want to do about?"
Shippo stopped dead, attempting to bore a hole into the ground with his stare, "I don't know."
Shrugging in defeat, he trudged back to his desk and collapsed into the chair. He felt a light paw upon his shoulder.
"Relax," Kirara purred, "God wanted us, and he'll tell us what to do just be patient."
Shippo sprang up and shot back "Come on Kirara, how many risen demons have you heard of...." Before he could finish his tirade.
A powerful presence filled the room, then a voice boomed, "Shippo, Kirara...Naraku has broken my condition millennia ago, while I shalt not interfere you must go forth and steer the protectors back to the path, I hath set."
Silence crept into the room, Shippo struggled to find his voice but it felt as if someone had just ripped out his voice box.
Kirara noticed her partners floundering, collecting her courage, she responded, "Lord, we will do as you have asked, but could you give us some direction?"
The deity responded, "Go to them and bring them together, if all fails you must use respiro."
Then the presence left the room, leaving it cold and empty, almost dark. Shippo managed to find his voice again.
He turn slowly to his friend, "Kirara, I don't want to use respiro, we must do everything to insure it is not needed..."
Kirara's look of indifference had slipped away at the mention of respiro; she tried desperately to regain her composure. Choosing to turn her mind to happier thoughts.
"Don't worry!" she chimed slapping Shippo on the head with one of her long tails. "Hey!" Shippo cried as he attempted to grab the offending appendage.
The feline offender gracefully leap off the desk, "We better get planning."
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