This was written in response to the community dokuga contest. Prompt was whisper.
________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Kagome didn't dream anymore. Where was the need?
Years ago she had been able to jump into a dried, broken well and travel through swirling light to a different time. To experience things talked of only in legend. What were dreams compared to a reality like that?
And when the well closed, and all that was taken out of reach, her mind seemed to take pity on her, closing off in sleep the memories of puppy ears, weapons made of bone, of praying beads, and tricksters. At least her rest could go undisturbed, while tears brought from thoughts of friends and folks that she would never see again dried against her cheeks during the night.
That was why when she did finally dream, about a sword that gave life, of crescent moons, silver hair, and a child that adored her Lord, she was so shocked that she almost missed what had caused the dream when she woke.
As a barely remembered aura traveled across her senses, as she dressed and ran outside to follow the trails of power that whispered on quiet air, she smiled, and hoped for a piece of what she had before.