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prompt: hail

words: 400

"K-Kikyou?"

"You seem surprised," commented the woman, smiling lightly at the young miko. Kagome blinked few times before answering thruthfully.

"Because I am."

"Did you excpect someone else?" The quetion made the girl bit her lip uncertainly.

"Well.. no, but-"

"A dragon perhaps?" Blue eyes widened, staring with disbelief at her former incarnation.

"What?"

The elder miko turned serious and something inside Kagome's stomach tightened.

"I don't have a lot of time Kagome, I was sent here to warn you. The powers are gathering against the Western Lord, the powers that wish to destroy him. It cannot happen."

"Against Sesshoumaru? But who? What has it to do with me?"

"You're the force that would decide how it would end." Kikyou said, making the other miko tremble.

"Me? I.. I can't.. just tell me who is plotting against him and I'll warn him."

"I cannot do that."

"Please don't make me fight..," begged the young woman knowing already it was hopeless. She really didn't want to meet with something like other Naraku or even worse than him. Not again..

"I'm sorry but it was already decided. You have to make sure the Western Lord wins this effacement. Your fate can't be changed."

Kagome felt as if she was chocked. Looking blindly at the white clouds that were surrounding them, her mind reflected the childhood memory..

Once upon a time, when Kagome was still small, a sudden hailstorm came over the city she lived. It lasted only few minutes but caused much damage. In the shrine they had to replace three windows, and the roof of the older building needed repairs, but it wasn't that damages that made young Kagome remember that storm.

It was the sight of her mother crying over the small rose bush she had planted years ago, now lying liflessly on the wet ground. She remembered her whispered words.

"I know it's selfish, but I gave so much to make it bloom and it was destroyed once again. I just wish that all I already gave wouldn't be wasted like that."

At that moment she understood her mother perfectly. Her peaceful world, her own rose bush, was once again falling into pieces before her eyes, damaged by the unknown forces, and all she could do was wish that her previous sacrifices wouldn't be wasted like that.

The young miko buried her head in her hands and cried.