Sorta based on Naruto, but not really.
Don't own Victorious
"Angry doesn't solve anything. It builds nothing, but it can destroy everything" - Anonymous
Long ago, there was a land that had autumn, winter, spring, and summer. There a village that was named Mountain Valley, the village hidden behind the mountains. The village was run by four clans. La Angeles, Cysgodol, Drago, and Mach. They traveled all the way from their destroyed respective lands and came together and found the Land of Seasons.
The four clans lived in peace, working together to build the village strong, resourceful, and comfortable. While the their children played, looked up to the adults in awe of their strength, and hope to just as strong as their parents. The village started a school, started making jobs, and made one of the strongest and wisest man of Mach clan their leader of the village, Leon De Mach, and his second in command from the Cysgodol clan, Oliver Cysgodol.
Mountain Valley decided to celebrated in honor of their first new leader, put on a festival, wore their clan pride, laughed, danced, sang their hearts out. Told their ancient tales about their clan's history. While the children ran, jumped, showed of their gifts that only their clan was able to do, and laughed at the drunk adults. Everything was fine until some from the Drago clan fell to the ground, his body was trembling as someone shot a bullet right at his heart.
People of the village stopped, many adults grabbed their kids and told them to hush. Everybody looked around in silence, wondering what will happen next, and what will happen. Then suddenly the silence was broken as the a building was falling down, and many people began to run. Soldiers from the outside started shooting anybody in their way, children, babies, and adults alike, were all falling down one by one.
Many women were shouting in pain, as their husbands and children lying down dead. Men were trying to fight back in tears as they lost their family, while other were fighting back in angrier, and others a little bit of both.
People told the children to keeping running, while some children fought easily died within two tries. Others refused to live their parents' side, crying, telling their parents to wake up. These kids were taken away by the soldiers.
From a distance stood four children, watching as their people fighting back, crying in pain, and dying in shame. Watching as their village's building were burned to ashes of years of hard work that people of four clans did. Four kids, each the only ones of their clan, alive and free. But barely are the age of ten, the brown boy with long dread with tears in his eyes, the youngest in the group with red curly hair youthful eyes, the tall tan boy with shaggy brown hair with frighten eyes, and the pale girl with bright blues that was filled with angrier.
Sorry that it's so short
Please review :D
-PurpleIsland
