Well folks, contrary to popular belief, I AM NOT DEAD! Well, I was bored and my friend recently got my hooked on Sess/Kag fics… yeah. So I was inspired by two things for this fic. First the story "The Lottery" by Shirley Jackson. It's a short story and if you want to know what it's about, e-mail me and I'll send you a summery. The second thing that inspired me was "Requiem" by John Rutter. It's a piece of funeral music that I used a part of for the beginning. So, anyway, tell me what you think. I know this is a short prologue, but deal!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the story "The Lottery" or "Requiem" or Inuyasha. They all belong to their prospective owners. Therefore, just read the fic!
Prologue: Requiem
The villagers marched single file down the roughly beaten foot path. Their faces were stoic, un caring, and un seeing. Four villagers carried a bright red liter, elaborately decorated in blues and gold's. Heavy velvet curtains covered the entire outsider, allowing no one a glance at the person inside. The only faces that showed emotion were an old man who moved with a gnarled walking stick who wore the robes of a priest, a woman in a plain blue kimono and a young boy in simple green and white hakamas. Their faces were streaked with tears as they chanted the age old chant with the other villagers.
Requiem
Requiem Aternam
Donna eis domine
Donna eis domine
Donna eis domine
Et lux
Et lux perpetua
Perpetua luce at eis
(translation: Grant them rest, grant them rest eternal, Lord our god we pray to thee, lord our god we pray to thee, lord our god we pray to thee, and light, and light perpetual, perpetual shine on them forever.)
They moved to the center of a clearing and slowly lowered the liter to the ground. Suddenly a frantic rattling of chains sounded in the eerie silence. There was also a muffled voice from inside the liter, "not me!" it said, "not me! it's not fair!" the headman of the village stepped forward and pulled the thick gold cord that opened the velvet curtains around the liter. The curtains separated to reveal a young woman in a deep blue kimono decorated with a moon and stars. She had long, raven colored hair and deep blue eyes that were wide with fear. "Why me?" she yelled at the others who stared at her with solemn faces. "You know this isn't right, please don't!" she cried. She tried to move but the shackles around her wrists and ankles held her down. "Grandfather! Please do something!" she moaned desperately.
"Now, Kagome. Don't make a fuss." He growled, "this is for the good of the village. You know as well as I how the lottery works." He picked up a heavy stone and watched as his granddaughter was hauled to the middle of the clearing.
Each villager picked up a stone and waited for the signal.