Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Just my ideas..
Unsealed Memories
Prologue
At one time when the earth stood still, a clan existed along the currents of time. Their choice of identification borrowed the certain design of a white circular shape. Rumor has it that the see-through symbol seemed to be created when the first Haruno swung their fist through the base of a tree. The group lived in Yuki, located deep within the icy habitats off the face of the earth. Settled in the area along with them lived a small amount of people that molded chakra in the form of crystal ice mirrors. But there wasn't exactly enough of them to make it official. So far the Harunos were the the only active clan in the entire village.
It wasn't much of a difficulty to spot a member. Their arrangement of hair and eye color quickly gave it away. Another indication lead to their techniques. Instead of the usual Kekkei Genkai or helper, each clan resident relies on both strength and healing alone. This is all made possible by their greatest trump card every created.
It was their protector granting them all this strength; A mystical wolf with seven tails. According to them, he created the Haruno clan, as some sort of god. This said beast lived in the shrine, directly in the middle of the village. A few statues and bell towers surrounded them. This construction was built by their ancestors who inhabited the grounds for a very long time.
Many people spent their time worshiping the demon, only to gain back protection and raw power in return. Once the power seeps through their veins, each kin gave it their all to protect their homes from natural disasters and wars conflicting the country. As the days pass by in the early spring, an evil man wanted to claim it for his own. But the people did not wish to have their source of power stolen. So together they fought in unity with all their might, causing the figure to retreat back into the shadows and plot once more.
But in return their clan seemed to have demolished in an amount of seconds. Everything appeared to be destroyed. Their homes, shops, and even the roads. Rounding up the remaining survivors, they held a meeting in a safe house. Each one seemed content on rebuilding, except some refused. Didn't matter though. The smiles on their faces when seeing their kin proved to be pleasant enough. But there is this very lone question that remains un-erasable. What happened to the beast? Did the man truly steal it?
A few rumors and conclusions were cooked up by many philosophers of other villages who heard of the attack. One of them, contained the fact that their invader ran off with the wolf. Or the section option that many people seemed to cling to; that the shrine caught flame and vanished, ashes swirling up like a typhoon. Yet, only a few groups actually had the correct answer.
The Anbu, elders, and even the hokage him self. This very secret is revealed to exist in the body of a small infant. Her birth appeared to be on the day of the massacre. Living with her remaining kin seemed to be pleasant, until one terrible moment during the Winter ruins everything. She is forced to move away and start over, only to shake at the loss of her powers, thanks to the events surrounding her. With no proper guidance or structure, her life remains in complete ruin.
Would you mind reading her tale?
A/N: Alright. Here's a better beginning to the story. If you could tell, I changed the title.