Okay, so this was the new story I was thinking about. I really thought into the fine detail, but it is the big ones that will probably end up throwing me off. Please stick with me on this one, since I think it is a really good idea that I have been working on for months now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto™

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Long ago, there lived the Kingdom of Dreams. The King was a man of honor; he was wise and led his armies with his brave and noble heart. At his side was a Queen; she looked over her people and village with her head held high and a pure heart. Then, they had a precious girl; the sole heir and Princess to the Kingdom of Dreams. She was the beauty of her kingdom and of even know in other kingdoms. She gained her mother's pure heart and the bravery of her father. The Princess was able to grow up in her perfect Kingdom with little to no worries. She would study hard every day so that she could take over the thrown after her father and with the approval of her father, she was able to learn how to fight like one of her loyal knights. The Princess was loved by her village and when she would visit other Kingdoms, she made sure she was just as pure and brave.

She grew up into a graceful Princess.

But tragedy struck the Kingdom of Dreams.

The great King and his Queen were captured by cruel and vengeful demons that wanted to take back the earth. The Princess mourned when her parents were brought back to her castle gate's dead. She had tried to work out compromise, but her people were in danger, and neighboring villages made deals with these tailed demons to aid them in return for a part in this new world the demons wanted. The Princess could only fight off so many with her father's armies before the demons struck back with more power and force. There was no one left to ally with; everyone was against her. The Princess only had one choice left. In the dead of the night, when she was sure that her village was safe and her people far off so that would not be hurt, she snuck off towards an old temple. She clutched a notebook close to her chest and led a group of eleven warriors. She had fought alongside these warriors, they had helped her protect their village and put their lives on the line for the innocent citizens of her Kingdom. She could trust them with her life.

The Princess entered the temple first and walked up to an altar that was bathing in the moonlight of the full moon. She opened up her note book and pulled out a fresh quill and a small glass vile of her blood. She began to write her spell of her family in hopes her last effort would save her people. She took placed several metal plates on the altar along with a necklace that had been passed down in her family for as long as her family was alive. With the last of her writing, she turned to her eleven warriors that were bowed before her. She smiled to them. She spoke softly as a bright white ray of light floated down from the heavens and when it passed through her, she blessed her eleven warriors. The metal plates began to shine bright as they floated to their respective warrior. The Princess gave a weak smile as she collapsed to the ground. A warrior quickly scooped her up and another took hold of all her items. They all made their way back to the castle.

The Princess was placed upon her bed as he item was put back on her body. The warriors left her quarters and went to their respective positions on the front lines.

The next day, the Princess, with her new found hope, sent out her armies for one last battle. She stayed back this time; they did not need her to lead them into this battle. She clutched her notebook tight to her chest and when she was given the signal from a servant that was watching she took in a deep breath. One by one, she called off her warriors.

The Demons had returned to the earth for this final fight; they were cocky and ready to wipe out the last thing that fought against them.

But the battle was won by the Kingdom of Dreams. The Princess rode in on her horse through battle field that was littered with human corpses that were promised a new life. She ordered the demons back to hell, and they did, but not without one final curse of their own. The Princess feared no curse; she returned to her Kingdom to a celebration to her armies, to those killed in action, and for her warriors that had won the battle. All seemed well in the Kingdom of Dreams once more. The others Kingdoms began to rebuild and the Princess was able to finally give her parents a proper burial.

Though, something went wrong. One of her warriors seemed to grow angry with her. They thought the other Kingdoms should not be trusted to rebuild on their own. The warrior said that the Princess should rule over all. But when she denied his requests of war, he called for war on her. He planned to over throw her; with some of the other warriors she had trusted so on his side. A few stayed loyal, a few did not care for what would happen. The Princess would not stand for such an act of mutiny against her; she took her notebook that had held the spell and in the light of a full moon, she wrote a curse of her own.

A curse that would not be lifted until she forgave them.

The warriors felt their curse. The warriors were, hurt, angered, and felt betrayal. The Princess cast her warriors away; if she could not trust one of them, she would not trust any of them until they proved their worthiness. Some tried to convince her to let them stay, but with a heavy heart, she pointed them to the exit of her kingdom.

It was not the last of her warriors, she was attacked multiple times. She would watch her warriors fight one another to force them to be loyal to her once again, or she would be at the other end of her warrior's weapon.

Five knights gave their spirits to gain greater than humans to protect their Princess, but soon enough. The Princess was on her own death bed. She was weak and ill as she was giving birth to her first and only son. With the last of her strength, she handed off her notebook to her cousin that would take her place at the throne until her son could. Her orders were clear: Burn the book and destroy the necklace.

Her cousin had meant to, but she got busy and before she could do the deed. A motherless Prince found the necklace and begged that he keep it. The only thing left of his mother. She allowed him that much, but the book was burnt and then its ashes were buried with the dead Princess. Then necklace lived on with the family with the story of a great Kingdom of Dreams to go along with it; a tale of a brave King and pure Queen, with a beautiful Princess who had beaten the demons and saved the earth.

But it also came with the nighttime legend to keep their children well behaved.

The legend of eleven cursed warriors that haunted the family; waiting for their Princess.

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Hinako smiled as she closed the book that had been placed on her lap by her first daughter. Hinako looked outside to see that the small sliver on the moon shone brighter than when she started; she let out a small sigh. "I have read your story my princess," she got to her feet and put the book back in its place on a light blue book shelf. "It is now time for you to go to bed." She looked back to the pouting four year old girl who was tucked in tight into a light purple comforter. Hinako laughed lightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Do not give me that face my princess. It is time for bed."

"B-But Okaa-san," the little girl spoke up with her light voice. The woman turned back to her daughter. "M-My window…" she pointed.

Hinako smiled lightly and walked over to the large window that almost looked like a 180 degree mirror. She made sure to check every lock and then pulled the curtains closed. "There you are my princess. I have locked the windows, said my prayer,"

"a-and the demons w-will keep away." The little girl said with a smile. Hinako nodded in approval and walked to her daughter's bedside. She kissed her daughter's forehead as she lied back down. "G-Goodnight Okaa-san."

"Goodnight." Hinako whispered softly as she left the room and slid the door closed behind her. She was glad she had talked her husband into moving into one of the older manors in Konohagakure; sure, the thought of living in a large mansion would have been nice, but Hinako loved the history in the more feudal looking homes. Her bare feet lightly padded against the wood floors until she finally reached her room. Hinako smiled when she saw her husband still up in bed. He was reading again, but not the new books she had bought for him, but more of those work papers that his father had passed down to him once he took over the company. She walked in as quietly as she could and hung up her robe. She stood at her bed side and watched as he concentrated.

"I promise this is the last one," he said with a light smile since he knew that was what she was waiting for.

Hinako giggled a bit as she slid into bed and under the covers, "You sound just like her, Hiashi-kun." She sat closer to him and leaned against him with her head on his shoulders. "I bet that's where she gets it." She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. "She had me read the story again."

Hiashi nodded and flipped to another page in the large document. "I'm glad that she likes it so much. I'm also surprised that your brother was even able to write a story let alone get it published." He smirked when he heard her huff as if she was trying to be angry with me. "What did I say?"

"I-It's not a story," she said with a pout as she opened her eyes to look at him. Hiashi glanced at her. "It's a legend Hiashi-kun."

"What is the difference Hinako-chan?" He asked as he put the document on the nightstand next to his bed and turned off his lamp. They both re adjusted so that Hiashi could lie down.

Hinako cuddled close to her husband. "A Legend is not made up Hiashi-kun. There is truth in Legends."

"What truth does the story tell us Hinako?"

"It is better to forgive," she spoke lightly and then kissed his cheek. "Everyone needs to learn to forgive. Good night."

"Night."

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