Wrote this at the last minute for the Myths/Legends theme for a drabble contest. It wouldn't have transferred well to the livejournal format, and I wasn't sure it was that good anyway, so I am just posting it here. It didn't even go where I wanted it too, sort of took on a life of its own.
Anyway, enjoy!
-Ash
Where were the prophets in this tale? The doomsayers who intone dire warnings of failure, the oracles who spout forecasts of an adventurer's fate?
She sighed, again, as Inuyasha took off after Shippou, goaded by the kit's teasing. She rolled her eyes, again, when Sango's hand made sharp contact with Miroku's cheek.
Were these the people of which legends were made? Odd.
I wonder what sort of mangled prophecy we are fulfilling?
Beware the spider that lurks in the dark, Her heart seethed…Naraku
'Ware the bandit who knows not his heart. Stupid, evil Onigumo…
Beware the priestess who has taken the fall,She sighed evenly. Kikyou..
'Ware the demon who reigns over death. Sesshomaru?
Wait, who are we warning? She added her own prophecy to their enemies;
Beware the dog, the man, the fang, She giggled. Inuyasha and Tessaiga.
'Ware the cursed hand of the monk.Miroku!
Beware the trickster, the fox and the fire, Shippou.
'Ware the slayer, the sister, the strength. Dear Sango. She smiled.
And me? Where do I fit?
Kilala bumped her feline head against Kagome's leg and looked up at her, mewing softly.
Silly girl. Beware the priestess, the heart of the pack…