Summar: The Shikon no Tama is but a story, a quest that did end up having a happy ending, for most that is. But this new tale is wrought with pain and death, anger and hate, but most of all… confusion. Returning to Feudal Japan, Kagome finds that it is not as it once was. It has changed…for the worse. There had always been a tension between humans and demons, but that delicate balance had never drastically shifted, until now. Demons and humans alike are slaves... There is a much darker and deeper mystery behind this… for both races are slaves to a much higher being. Kagome finds herself alone in a world she no longer understands, racing against time to find that happy ending.
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters save for those I make up.
Prologue: Fairy tales…fairy tales…twisted tales.
The infamous tale of the Shikon no Tama ends happily. Inuyasha and his friends pieced together the sacred jewel, and had their wishes granted. Kagome, unfortunately, returned home…harboring a secret. The balance between good and evil was eliminated, the war was finally finished and the good had won. Yet beneath the soils of defeat, there dwelled a strand of darkness that would begin to grow quickly through the years, and strike just as fast and even more deadly.
The girl that had resembled Kikyo in such a strong way, stood silently watching the world around her fade, with tear stained eyes. Was it supposed to end this way? Yes, she decided, it was. Though however unfair it seemed, this ending was right and it would not change no matter how much she willed it to. So, as Feudal Japan dissolved, Kagome found her self once more standing beside the magical well which used to transfer her to Inuyasha and the rest of the gang. Happily ever after isn't as great as they say, she thought sadly.
It took her more than a month to get accustomed to not returning to Feudal Japan, and it left a painful ache in her heart. She felt…alone and what was worse was that she was guilty, due to her dirty little secret that Inuyasha hadn't even been aware of. Kagome smiled slightly and collapsed onto her bed. On some nights she half hoped, half expected for that love able hanyou to show up. But…he never did. The way to Feudal Japan was closed and Kagome knew that she could never go back.
But fate had other plans in mind.
Kagome awoke at the late hours of night, not the least bit sleepy. Something was pulling her, a feeling perhaps? Or was it just blind hope? Whichever, Kagome got up and changed into something she never expected to wear again; her priestess outfit the one that allowed her to look nearly exactly like Kikyo. A twinge of resentment made itself known… But this time there would be no resemblance and it washed away the ugly emotion. A few supplies were thrown into her old yellow bag before she slung it onto her back and departed.
The well was a black mass from the twisting night shadows. Kagome, still compelled by the unknown feeling, clamored over the edge. Taking a deep breath she let herself drop and was consumed by the familiar time-travel lights.
The prologue is short, sorry, but it is an intro and I am satisfied with it. Hopefully you will find it enjoyable and will leave a nice review?
Forsaken
