Disclaimer: I don't own either Inuyasha or the Chronicles of Narnia and don't look for a profit out of this. I do however own the souls of those who finish this sentence, so there is that at least.

Fear not dear readers! This time I come with a story already finished that won't suffer the Syndrome of the Dreaded - and Unpublished/Unwritten - Sixth Chapter. This will be short and to the point. It came to me one night out of nowhere but it fit my mood so I put it down as quickly as I could. I hope you enjoy this idea nearly as much as I do.

Songs of the Past

First Verse - Meeting

It was a cloudy and wet afternoon in London, with uniform light falling around everywhere making the lines of the world into something dull and cold.

Kagome didn't know what she was thinking by coming into a place that encompassed so well in its climate the feeling of desolation she lived with inside. She had come to this city so old and full of history hoping that centuries upon centuries of memories and experiences from a culture far from her own would somewhat make the trick and diminish the sharp pain that was her lost home.

When she had stepped back into Tokyo she hadn't been able to feel anything, either demonic or holy, but here things were different: the creatures of the unknown, their energy, unlike anything she had ever felt before, mingled between the human population. She could feel their auras brushing against hers, some kind, some curious and some unknowingly - like the one that had guided her to this park.

Even though the wrinkles marked her age she could see the beauty she would've been in her youth, with long silver hair and clear blue eyes. With that color combination, she resembled an Inuyoukai of the House of the Moon, she was what Sesshomaru's mother might have been had she been touched by time and exuded the warmth and kindness this woman did - she would have been surprised at the dignified and noble way she carried herself, had she not been aware that she was in a country where nobility was still pretty much a thing.

With a sure step and self-assurance, none of the young between them had she commanded respect, though she was only walking through the park. Kagome was able to recognize in her the grace of a former warrior, the forms of those who had seen battle, though what scared her the most on the second look was to see the exact same dull shine on her eyes that she saw in the mirror every morning.

The eyes of someone who had also lost her home.