.Prologue.
.A Mother's Last Letter.
I yawn hugely as I sit up in my bed. It had been a rather peaceful night for once, the nightmares far behind me finally. Smiling and getting up, I walk out into the kitchen and pour myself a generous amount of cereal, sitting down to enjoy my breakfast.
Once I have finished my breakfast, I look around my self-imposed prison. There isn't a lot here for me to do, so I pull out a small sketchbook and draw for a while, eventually setting it aside in favour of a composition book. In this composition book, I write the feelings I'm getting today, just like I have every day for the past month.
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I'm still here, amazing as that might seem. My mind is closer to insanity from the lonliness, and my eyes are closer to blindness from the darkness of this place, but I'm still alive. Alive… What a notion. Even as I write this, I can hardly think to be grateful for the life I still have.
After the destruction of our village, I don't think I'll ever be thankful for anything again.
It was just that horrible.
And when I think about that time, I wonder where he is or even if he survived. That Uzumaki boy was something else and, if I were to put faith in anyone, it would have been him. Of all the people I knew back then, he was one of the only ones who never did me wron—
My door bursts open suddenly and I am plunged into dusty light. After my rather dim lighting for the past month, the bright light of the sun hurts my eyes. I close them tightly, listening for any signs of my intruders.
I hear them just before I am grabbed. Something is pressed against my face, and, before I pass out, my final thought is of my daughter.
I hope she's safe.