If you ever figure out why i'm writing this story, amongst my half-legible musings, feel free to comment.

This is a story based around a change, and as such, the existence of an original character. Yes, the paragon of overused plot-lines and crappy reading... kinda. If you don't feel like reading the world through the eyes of a sarcastic example of boredom, walk away now. The rest, enjoy the crapfest.

A million points to who figures out the original change.

Meanwhile, you've got a prologue to read.


...Fate is ever uncertain.

They say that there are an infinite set of universes, where every possibility exists.

One fate changing, rippling, meeting other ripples in a riotous explosion of ephemeral colour.

Every decision made, changed, altered, the winds carrying it to the next town, country, and then the world.

Possibilities... Ever the possibilities.

None would ever know how the possibilities led to this night.

A woman running, a man screaming.

In a lesser time, a great strand of existence swinging, dancing, crushing the fate of one, ten, a thousand.

A man stands tall, delusions of pride, suddenly emaciated and smashed between an unstoppable force and an immovable object.

He doesn't know the irony.

A death ripples. Screams echo... echo... echo.

The man would never think he was such a strand in possibility.

But it wasn't he who set the ripples in motion, had he known, he might have strangled himself in the womb.

Existence be damned.

A beat.

A cataclysmic turn of events.

In an unforeseeable future, students sit in four straight rows, patiently waiting.

This is it. From this day forward, you're all ninja of the village hidden in the leaves.

...Make us proud.

They smile. At the edge of view, a boy sits, at the same time leaning against a wall. The forehead protector he wears does nothing to suppress him spiky brown mane. He fingers the metal plate, and for a moment a flame flashes into existence, burning white.

He smiles, and the flame dances across his fingers before vanishing.

...A beat.

But what are such truths against the almighty fate?