The women of the wolf demon tribe tried as hard as they could to help Kagome, from getting her to help with the cooking to playing with the pups, but nothing helped. The sting in her soul and the memories of her hell still haunted her as if she didn't wish for the memories to stop. Kouga had enough of this dead shell and so confronted her with harsh truth.

"Your just like Kikyo you know Kagome. I loved the brilliant smart and life loving woman I had and not this dead shell that only slightly smiled at the pups as they brought you flowers. This is not a woman I can handle being in my den anymore. If you won't change back then I can't have you here. I won't mourn the loss of the woman I loved while she is still physically with me. I just can't do it Kagome." And with that he let his tears show and left the cliff edge that she had been relaxing on.

And that truth, that had been harsh, had been the kick start she needed to heal. She knew it would take time but she really had become a monster, not appreciating all the effort everyone had made for her to have her mind on things other than what had happened to her. It was time to heal but first she needed her revenge. On both the demons who hurt her and the cause of her pain that was so much worse. She needed clarity and finality.

Kouga had hoped that his words got through to her and he was glad they had. She began to play with the pups, socialise with the women who prepared each meal and finally she had smiled, that one thing that had showed him that she was trying. And he loved her all the more for it.

SHe smiled, she waved at everyone and finally appeared to be returning to herself. She felt good, she felt happy. But there was a burning hatred in her soul that was uncomfortable to her.

Closing her eyes she saw a white figure appear in her dream. "Miko, Kagome my beloved, i come to you for only a moment to help you. You may get your revenge on all demons that had harmed you if you so wish but that will not help anything within your soul. What you feel is your souls other half being corrupted. It is time to take back your soul Kagome. Prepare yourself my beloved for a war. For all this to finally finish. You know your powers must be perfected, you know you must train and you know whom you must seek to train you. Farewell" And just like that Kagome continued to another dream, a dream of her family, her friends and a dream of a mysterious man who continued to walk away from her in the mists even as she called out to him to stop.

By morning Kagome had her determination back and instead of being consumed by the hatred and the wish for revenge she trained with Kouga and Sango, meditated with Miroku and practiced her Miko powers so she would be strong for this war. She knew not when it was coming but only that she must be strong.


The whole time that the miko was at the wolf demon tribe Inuyasha had been with Kikyo, trying to get those shards back, but Kikyo was hopeless. She couldn't see the shards, almost as if her strength she had as a living woman had weakened. And this infuriated her to no end. She was the original not the copy; she should have the strength of her miko powers even though she was a corps. She could shoot purifying arrows, sure that was great, but what use is having that power is she couldn't get the shards.

Inuyasha through being with her in his quest of repenting to Kagome had learnt so much about the woman travelling next to him. This was not his Kikyo; this was one who was almost feral and demonic in nature, not the kind woman whom he had loved. And that's when it had hit him.

She had part of Kagome's soul. She had part of her original form. But she was not the real Kikyo, she was all the hate and anger that had been in Kikyos life but that had never been released. She was a walking corps who was a monster. And he had found out finally the hardest way that was possible.

"Die you demon scum!" was what she yelled as she purified demon after demon, innocent humanized forms and the true monsters that came after her as well. It was as if she continued to shoot her arrows as if she was possessed by the hatred and the determination to rid Japan of all demons. He was helping with only the evil ones and he knew she was getting annoyed, but he never thought she would turn her arrows on him. But she did, and he was not sure how this would end. He backed away slowly while trying to not turn his back on her, he was doing so well to escape the possibility of his own death until his back hit a tree. And how ironic at which tree it was.

It was as if history had a way of repeating itself but this time there was no love, there was no hope of only a sleeping charm. This was going to be the end. His last thought before Kikyo pulled back the string that looked so similar to the thread of the fates was of Kagome. I'm sorry. I loved you, my mate.