The once lush green of forest were destroyed as miasma lingered in the air. Finally, they defeated Naraku.
'Ha'
Heavy breathing could be heard from the silent forest, when a drop of water came on her forearm. Lifting her head up, revealing azure eyes between her fringe matted on her forehead as a combination of sweat and blood was smeared on her. Dull eyes gaze upon the dark sky, her vision becoming dimmed as droplets of rain begin to invade it.
Moving her aching body, she hissed still clutching on her abdomen, her pristine white blouse were torn and tainted with red from the open wound she obtained. Moving her head from the side, searching for her companions, her lungs constricting from the pain that racked her body. The droplets which cascaded her face were joined by tears as it leaked from the corner of her eyes, settling her gaze upon her fallen sister. Gasping, there lying beside the broken trunk was her dearest sister - not by blood but by choice - her neck broken from the impact she deduced when she got thrown. Blurry vision scan to see a golden staff stab near her, said the owner was nowhere to be found.
"Ah-"
Pain felt on her chest as she felt like someone squeezed her heart. Pushing a hand on the ground trying to balance herself, her knees trembling as she felt no energy and lightheaded from the lack of blood from her wound. Trying to take a step, her left foot steps forward followed by the other, soon she strides forward, locating someone - something. She felt it. Trails of tears continue to flow down her chin. She stifled her sobbing, biting her lower lips to keep from wailing as she continued on her way - her destination towards the round sparkling cricket - the reason for her presence, becoming her duty and soon her purpose - passing by, azure eyes saw everything. Teal ribbon half torn lying on the puddle while blooded beings were seen as its body ripped apart, it may seem unrecognizable yet she knew in her heart who that is - was.
Swallowing a bile, she clench her fist. 'I need to…'
She passed them by whilst crying quietly, she wanted to grieve yet her duty gave her no time. Her soul whispers for her to hurry.
"Sorry,"
Breathless, her arm reaching for the glowing cricket on the ground, her eyes zoom in to see a stretch hand lying beside it, tan smooth skin paired like hers without claws, following to know its owner only to stumble on her knees. Scooping it between her hands, glowing lighter as it was purified, losing the small darkness embedded on it beside it was a black haired man, his red kimono torn, reaching for his cloth to grip it tighter until her knuckles went white. The pounding beat of her heart echoed on her ears.
"Why?" she muttered.
"WHY?!" she screams in the dark sky, not caring for her wounds. She cried louder as she questioned his choice, her voice enveloped with agony at their faith.
Her first love. Her companions. Her family.
All gone.
She wailed toward the gods. The jewel of four souls which was already purified in her hand glowed with raindrops on it.