"Text."-Human speech

Text- -Flashbacks of dream

"Text"-Human thought

"Text"-Demon speech

"Text"-Demon thought ************************************************************************************* Quote of the Chapter: The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. Eleanor Roosevelt (1884 - 1962)

Chapter 1: The Dream

He stood upon the wall of the village. His eyes stared at the wasteland before him. A small breeze blowing every now and then. A bird was perched on his left shoulder, but this was no normal bird, its feathers would change colors constantly, red then orange then yellow then back to red. This bird was a phoenix, the great bird of fire. Its eyes also staring into the seemingly endless wasteland before it. Coiled around the man's right arm was a serpent, but again not some ordinary serpent. It was a dragon, its head above the man's right shoulder. Lighting crackled within the dragon's eyes, yet the dragon was calm despite the enormous power within it. And resting in the man's arm was another bird. This bird was a peacock, its feathers constantly changed different colors but not limited to the colors of fire like the phoenix. The man continued his watch looking for something, what even he did not know, but when he saw it he would know.

Then he saw it the thing that he was looking for. It was a small red fox. It was limping aimlessly through dead land the man called home. With a point of his finger both the phoenix and the dragon took off toward the injured fox, the peacock remained with the man. At first the fox did not notice the two beings flying their way toward him. The fox with what little energy that was left in him turned as fast as it could in an attempt to get away. The phoenix reached the fox and dove down and landed in front of the fox, blocking its path. The fox knew that there was no escape and dropped to the ground, he whimpered as he landed on his injured paw. The dragon arrived, landing near the fallen animal. He stared at the fox, the fox stared back through half closed eyes, growls sounding from its throat. If he was to die then he would go down swinging. The dragon then looked at the phoenix and with a wave of his head the phoenix flapped its wings and moved above the fox grabbed the small fox, making sure that he did not accidently hurt the fox with its long talons. The fox tried to struggle but it no longer had the energy to do so. He moved the fox onto the dragons back. When the fox was somewhat secured on his back they both took to the skies. The phoenix kept an eye on the fox as they flew, making sure that the wounded fox did not fall.

The dragon and phoenix landed in front of the man. The peacock jumped off the man and examined the small fox. The man bent down and took the fox into his arms. The fox was scared, so scared that he was shaking. The man was huge compared to the fox. The man's other hand came into view, the fox closed its eyes. This was it he was going to be crushed like a bug by this man. But instead of a crushing hand a gentle hand was petting his head. The fox slowly looked up and saw that the man had a loving smile on his face smile, a smile that the fox was not use to seeing.

"It is alright." The man said walking back to the village. The dragon and phoenix and peacock returned to their previous spots on the man, staring at the fox.

"You're safe now." He said to the fox, the fox was now felt all the fatigue of its long journey. The fox closed it eyes and drifted off into a pleasant slumber.

"You're home now."

Old eyes slowly opened. His eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness of his room. He quickly got up and dressed in his robes and left his room. He walked down the hall way of his home and stopped in front of a door and opened it slightly. There asleep was his son, except he was not asleep on his bed. Well not completely on the bed anyways. Only his legs were on the bed. The rest of him has hanging off the bed. He had fallen asleep in his red gi, again. His room was a mess, clothes littered the floor he would need to clean it later. He let out a small laugh and closed the door and continued down the hall stopping at the next door. He looked and saw his other son. He was asleep but unlike his brother he was still on his bed. His white gi was folded and set of his dresser ready for use when he wakes. His room was plain only used for sleeping, only the bare essentials. His son need to see that there was more to life than just constant training with a smile he closed the door. He continued down the hall and stopped in front of the final occupied room. Just as he did with the previous rooms he quietly opened the door and peered inside. Inside was his daughter like her brothers she was asleep. Her room reflected her caring personality pictures of friends and family on her dresser and hanging from the wall, a few stuffed animal given to hear from friends and her family. He shut her door and continued down the hall, down the stairs and out the front door.

The night was cool. And the night was filled with mischief. It was that time of the year again. Mating season. The time of year the villagers love and the parents, especially the fathers, of daughters hate. Lucky for him his sons were not intimate with anyone….yet, and God help who ever tries to touch his daughter. A young teenage girl in a black hooded trench coat ran past him laughing. Behind her a teenage boy ran after her.

"Kisara! Give it back!" yelled the boy as he chased her through the street.

"Gomen Natsu, but if you want your coat back you're gonna have to catch me and get me out of it." replied Kisara. They turned a corner, the last thing he saw was the boy's tail and they were out of site. A laugh escaped his lips as he continued toward his destination.

"Ah young love. So innocent." he thought as he continued toward his destination.

He walked through the shopping district. Around him were various couples enjoying the night life of the village, and fathers were out looking for their daughters or their daughter's boyfriends whichever came first. They greet him with respect and joy when he would walk past them and he, in turn, would return the greeting.

After about a fifteen minute walk he finally exited the shopping district. Make his way through the less crowded streets gave him some time to think of his dream. Out of habit his right hand came to face and he began to stroke his beard, a habit he picked up so many, many years ago.

"What is strange about this dream is that it is one that I have had before. Except with my other children." He continued ponder his dream until he arrived at his destination.

He stood at the front door of a large two story house. He removed his hand from his beard to knock on the door. But before he could the door opened to reveal an old man dressed in white robe, a cane in his right hand. His head void of any hair, but he had a beard that reached the middle of his chest. People would joke about how his hair found his face a more suitable home than his head.

"Ah Shikyokage-sama, please come inside." the white robed man stepped aside to allow his guest to come in.

The Shikyokage entered the home of his friend. He made his way o the living room. There on the low table was a pot of freshly made tea with two cups on opposite end of the small round table, waiting to be put to use. The Shikyokage made his way to his usual seat when he would visit his friend.

"You were expecting me?" asked the Shikyokage, as he sat cross legged at the table.

"I had a feeling you would show up." answered the old man as he sat down and poured the tea.

They sat in silence as they drank their tea. The Shikyokage gathered his thoughts.

"Tell me your dream old friend." the old man said refilling his cup.

The Shikyokage smiled nothing ever got passed him. The Shikyokage then went on explaining his dream in detail to the old wise man that sat before him. When he finished the retelling of his dream he waited for his friend, who had closed his eyes in thought, to tell him what it meant, even though he had a good idea what it meant he just wanted to make sure it was right. He waited for the response. Two minutes passed.

"My dream must have a larger meaning if it is taking him this long to interpret it." The Shikyokage thought to himself.

Still he waited.

Two more minutes.

Three more minutes.

Five more minutes.

Still nothing.

Two more minutes.

Then he got his reply.

*Snore*Snore*

"He fell asleep!?" the Shikyokage thought.

The Shikyokage could help but laugh. He reached over to wake the sleeping man.

"You young people have no patience." the bald man said opening his eyes.

The Shikyokage smiled and retracted his hand.

"I am not young. The days of my youth have long since past. But I still have most of my hair." replied the Shikyokage pointing at his head. The top of his head was bald but he still had his hair on the sides of his head. His hair was white and long. He kept it in bound near the end of his hair which reached almost to his waist.

A moment Silence.

"Your dream is similar to the other dreams you had about your other children." said the older man drinking the last of the tea.

"I thought as much Yoken. I just wanted to make sure." answered the Shikyokage frowning at the fact that Yoken finished drinking the tea, again.

"But this one will be more hurt then your other children, so trust is something that will be a bit difficult to obtain." said Yoken

"I'm not worried about that. I can wait. Even if it takes a hundred years." said the Shikyokage.

The night continued on, and the two old friends talked about their younger years. It was almost six when the Shikyokage left Yoken's home to return to his own, wondering what the fox would be like, and how his children will react to it. When he entered his home the sounds of his daughter making breakfast reached his ears. His sons were seated at the table. His children began to greet him.

"Good morning Oto-sama." he brown haired one said first bowing his head.

"Morning Pops." aid the blond one a smile spreading on his face.

"Good morning Oto-san." said his daughter coming in from the kitchen, bringing very ones food on a tray. Her long brown hair pulled into a pony tail.

He returned the greetings and sat down to his meal. He looked up at his children and smiled once again.

"Looks like my family is going to get just a bit bigger." thought the Shikykage.

"Stop throwing food in my hair!" he heard his daughter yelled at her older brother, while he started to laugh which earned him a hit on the head from the head with the end of the wooden tray that his sister used to bring the food in.

"OW! What the hell that hurt…I think I'm bleeding." said his son rubbing the spot his sister hand hit him on.

"Yup I'm bleeding."

Well hear it the first chapter. This will be my first fanfic so I'm still learning hear. What I want to do is make this a kind of story you decide in later chapters I will ask the you guys, the readers, to chose something that will affect the story for example I ask something like this

Betray Naruto, Kakashi, Sasuke. REMEMBER THIS IS AN EXAMPLE!!

So the key word is betray so who will betray their village. And you guys vote and depending on the vote that person will betray their village. I'm going to provide as little info as possible so you have to understand the meaning behind the key word so you don't vote for the wrong one. So yeah. And also I'll be starting each chapter with a quote that relates to the chapter. So please R&R. Only constructive criticism please. Well See Ya Squall Leonhat out.