Summary: It was a prophecy of long ago, so long that it came to be a legend. When an artifact in connection to the prophecy is uncovered by Kagome Higurashi, she will begin to see things that will change her life, and her destiny. After all... It was fate.
Prologue
"You know what's going on; don't play the fool."
The young woman of nineteen tossed in her sleep, brownish- bronze eyes screwed tightly shut in an unconscious attempt to block the images.
"I'll beat her if you don't give it to me! Don't test me, Osaze!" A young woman shifted into a fighting stance and twisted the dagger she was holding outwards.
Sweat dripped onto the pillow of the girl's brow trailing the line of raven black hair. She flinched and shifted her left hand to grip the black and silver silk sheets.
A little girl whimpered from behind the angry woman's right leg, holding onto her arm where a red liquid was running through her fingers. She growled in retaliation, watching warily. No one was to hurt the young one.
A whimper escaped her own lips in fear of what she saw.
"She'll be bled dry if you don't give me Aatrin' s Heart. I will let the gods strike her down!" That raspy voice taunted her with malice and the silvery glint of the dagger.
"Ain... Ain... no..." Black hair twisted and stuck to the clammy cheeks of the nineteen year old.
"Finally! You've come to your senses... but I want to guarantee your follow-through. Perform the ceremony!"
"No, why? Why should I? No... won't save her... not right," she whispered through cracked lips as she struggled through the black fog of unconsciousness.
"That's it. Hurry up, Osaze! Chant! Now, I know you know the incantation!" The older woman watched the teenager get to her place in front of the figurine and heirloom.
"Inter canem et lupum..."
She bent down on a knee...
"Coma... contego fidelis per fas..."
The dagger poised over her right palm...
"Ignis de barathrum..."
She sliced...
"Exorior nominatim, Osaze!"
She screamed...
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