Binding Two Worlds
Chapter 1
Introduction
Kagome's POV
I saw them as they approached, anyone could. They were wearing hooded cloaks, but we knew who they were. You could see it in their eyes, that shining distinction that would reveal any noble. They had an air about them, a sense of pride and purpose. It was a look that our people didn't have, at least that no one else had. I was the only one; the only one with the look of purpose in her eyes.
I watched from my small corner as they surveyed us. The young man was a priest of the courts , and the two women were no doubt shrine maidens, taken from their homes because of their beauty. They looked to be older than the man, but not by much. I don't understand why they try to hide who they are when we all know what they want. The lord of these lands and many others desires the flesh of women and the work of the men. He cannot take the women from his courts because they are holy, and must remain pure. So instead he hunts us down.
No one cares what happens to us. We are a cursed race, destined to be damned for all eternity. Yet for some reason we cannot die. We came from the deepest abyss and only to there may we return. We are the unblessed, the unwanted, and the unloved. We are an undying race on the brink of civilization.
We should die. We serve no purpose except to take up what is good. We deserve to die, and we deserve to return from whence we came. But I don't want to. I know I am being selfish, but I want our race to live. I want us to survive.
We are considered the fleas of this world. The kind that waits to be bitten and thrown into the howling wind, and yet we always come back. We have but one purpose in this world, and that is to end it. This is what they have told us, and this is what my people believe. I do not believe it.
They are coming closer, I can almost smell the perfumes from their bodies. They think they are so clever, yet they forget to remove the special oils from their skin. The cut on my lip is still sore. I remember it from the last time I was taken. The lord's men had captured me while I was in the city, and had taken me to the palace. Before they were able to harm me, I escaped. As far as I know I am the only one who has ever escaped.
My face and body are caked with dirt and blood from the struggles that we go threw daily. We are treated as though we weren't even human. But I suppose to them, we aren't. The place we live isn't much of a town. It's filled with old buildings that were destroyed long ago. They are crumbling right before our eyes. The main city is a day's walk from here, and besides me no one ever goes there. If we are caught in the city we are taken to the palace, and rumor has it that you are never set free.
I watched as the priest and shrine maidens passed by me. Without a trained eye they could not tell where I hid, in the dark shadows of my alley. I knew where everyone was, we all did. It was second nature for us to find each other. For others it was because they adapted it, but not me. I could see them in my mind's eye. I can't explain how for it was not magic, we do not possess magic. But somehow I could see them. The priests who came said that we would be servants in the great lord's palace, or so they told us. I knew what we would really become - slaves. Slaves that were tortured and starved if they disobeyed their masters, or if only for amusement.
My long, raven black hair fell across my shoulders as I moved back further into the dark recesses of my safe haven. My eyes glowed with resilience. I was known as the great priestess of my people. I was their only hope of salvation.
I am Kagome and this is my story. I was born into a Nisan family, which is the name of my kind. The place we came from, I was told, was called Nisa. We now live in the land of Dera. I'm not sure how we got here. I just know we did.
My parents died when I was younger, and I love on my own now, trying to stay alive in a time where cruelty and torture thrive.
I always wondered why we never fought back. I didn't understand why we let ourselves be treated as slaves. The Deran people were all born with a powerful magic. All of the people of our new home Kiya, were, at least everyone else. My people were never blessed with a power or ability. Our only magic was our will to survive in a time when magic ruled the world.
There is a legend among my people. One that speaks of a savior who will come for us. This "savior" is said to be born of our people, yet possess a great magical gift. Our people have waited for this "gifted child" for a long time. Sometimes I think that the legend was only a story told to children in order to give them a sense of hope. Those that have grown now tell their children and they keep that one small glimmer of hope burning in their hearts.
The priest and his maidens have moved on now. They have gone further down our village, searching for men, women, and even children. The clouds overhead reflected the state of my people . They were dark, gloomy, and seemed to ready to pour out their sorrow on us.
There is a chill in the air that brings a frostbitten mourning of those who will be taken. We know that they will not return to us, and their spirits will forever be lost to the ancient circles of hell. I mourn for them, all of them.
All my life I have waited to be rescued by some savior that deep down inside my heart I knew would never come. All of these years I've spent praying, hoping, wishing that someone might save us, and that we would be delivered from our endless abyss of darkness. It seems that day may never come.
End K POV
There was a cry in the distance as a young girl was captured by the Priest. Kagome wanted to help, but she knew that it would be pointless to chase after, especially since most of the guards knew that she had escaped, and they would be looking for her.
She backed up further into her dark alley, the walls closing in around her. Her bright eyes shed tears again that day. She could still feel the hands on her body, the laughing of the men rang in her ears as if she were still there, and she knew that soon the young girl would feel the same. A shiver ran down her spine as she wrapped her arms around her body tightly. She never wanted to feel that alone again, not ever.
A/N
Well that was all dramatic. Though this isn't the first story I've written it is the first one I'm actually putting on Basically that was more or so the introduction to the story. There will be humor in this fic so don't worry. I'm going to wait until I get some reviews before I post because I don't really know if anyone's going to like this and it would be pointless for me to waist hours working on this if no ones going to read it. With all that said I'm incredibly tired and am going to go to bed. Only I would stay up this late to post a new fan fic. Falls in her bed with computer in hand . Arigatoo and puhhllleaasseee review. A happy authoress is one who gets reviews, and happy authoresses post new chapters quickly.