--Legends--
Kagome flipped through her history textbook absently, trying to spot where she had left off. She had been at home all day, attempting to study for a History final. Suddenly, she came across an old picture.
In the ancient portrait there was a youkai lord, with long silver hair and bright golden eyes. He was in an informal pose for one so noble- he was seated on the ground, with a dark-haired miko cradled in his arms. On her chest a red stain blossomed; her eyes were closed.
Beneath the portrait, a caption read:
The story of the demon and the miko has captured the hearts and imaginations of artists for centuries, with many different versions of their tragic story wound throughout legends. This particular painting is dated at over four hundred and fifty years old, though the artist has been lost to time. The tale has it that the miko gave her life for the youkai, sacrificing herself to save that which she loved.
The casual observer probably would not have noticed the glowing pink stone dangling from the miko's cold, white fingers.