Blood, blood was everywhere, in her nose, wrapped around skin, beneath her body, covering her eyes; even her mind was washed in ruby red at this stage. She supposed this was how it was supposed to be, war was bloody, in every way. Her body was bruised and broken, her mind was weak. Like the many fallen before her, allies and enemies, she was sure none of them truly wanted to die.

With the last of her strength she crawled her up towards one of the many rocks that surrounded them in the debris of corpses, weapons and earth. Groaning as she pulled herself against it, using it as her leverage for her body to lean against. Her body was hot from her struggles and fights of the day and as she looked around the battlefield to find not one single soul still standing. She was the only one that seemed to have made it and her eyes watered at the thought.

The sight of the most important people laying there, wheat and raven haired heads lay still, not a single breath coming from them. This was it, this was the end and she knew her body was failing her, her lessons from early trainings kicking in.

Even if she had any chakra in her left, the nearest healer was to far from them. If the two strongest shinobi couldn't survive she wouldn't either. Black spots were beginning to edge upon her sight and she could feel her heart beating hard and slow, trying its damnest to beat on.

There were many things you saw on a battlefield, the one thing you wouldn't see is a beauty upon them all. Tall and slim, she was, with hair as red as the blood the stained the ground she walked upon. Skin pale like a porcelain doll she once saw as a child in a civilian shop. Pretty and small hazel eyes that reminded her of a feline, she wore a white, dress that didn't look right in this mass grave. She was clean and pure and it wasn't right, she didn't belong.

She looked straight at her though with those cat like eyes, and moved fluidly towards her. "Are you god?"

A smile formed on the beautiful woman as she knelt before her damaged body. "Your soul its strong".

Strong? Her soul was strong she highly doubted that her soul was weak, it was dead already. "Would you like me to help you child?"

A tear broke from her because she wanted that more than anything. "Please if you are god, I beg of you to undo this!"

A beautiful smile of pride and awe broke upon the spirits face. "So giving, you would rather me help them then help you. … I'm sorry my child, but I cannot undo this, creating another world is impossible for me. … but you can undo this".

A cough and she could feel the blood seep into her mouth, that nasty metallic taste she'd become accustomed to during her training with Tsunade and Shizune.

"How can I undo this when I'm already dead?". She leaned in closer. "Oh but my child you can, you who has a strong soul and a pure heart can undo this, there are many who did not chose to die but they did. They died so this war could come. … I will send you back to stop those who were mere innocents from dying so these innocents can live as well … And the guilty can be persecuted for their crimes against humanity".

She smiled softly again at her as she reached a warm hand over and placed it upon her head in a caring gesture. "Just relax my child. … all will be well". Just like that she took her final breath and let the darkness consume her.

'It's a girl! Open the gates a girl is wounded, get the medics quickly!'

'Who is she?', 'We don't know I turned my head away from the gates for a single second and then when I looked back she was just lying there'.

'Let us know when she wakes up, surely she'll have the answers that we need'.

'Of course Uchiha-taicho!'.