On her fifteenth birthday, Kagome Higurashi fell down a well and woke a sleeping demon and aimed an arrow like she was born to it and ran away to save the world.
The first time she saw him, Inuyasha had looked so vulnerable, alone and asleep in the golden sunlight; she reached out to touch him and Sota was already running, panicked, back towards their house.
Then, bickering and uneasily allied, they were lured into Yura’s keratinous web; and gentle fingers were cutting away her bloodied hair.
A sword in her trembling hand, she faced down Inuyasha’s cold brother in their father’s vast tomb; and in the white lights of the emergency room, doctors snapped on latex gloves.
Her quest for the Shikon shards had brought her face to face with monsters, side-by-side with the most loyal friends she could ever have, and gave her heart-stopping adventures; meanwhile, she breathed shallowly on an operating table, blood moving slowly in her veins.
The first time she realized she was in love with Inuyasha, doctors were trying to get her heart to beat again.
When she shot the arrow that finally finished Naraku, the nurse changing her sheets could swear she saw her hand move, but then again, probably a trick of the light.
Their first kiss was every bit as wonderful as Kagome knew it would be, as plastic breathing tubes slithered coldly down her throat.
And at the end of her fairytale, Kagome lived happily ever after, and her family still came by the hospital sometimes to visit.
On her fifteenth birthday, Kagome Higurashi fell down a well and splintered her skull and broke her neck and never again woke from her sleep—but she dreamed, perhaps, of wonders.