Disclaimer: Naruto and his world does not belong to this poor writer.
Once in a long, long while a bright light shines and brings meaning to a fresh start. In a place far away, and in a country I've only dreamed of, one such light was born. His birth was marked with good fortune and very great tragedy.
His good fortune lay in his parents. Their love protects him and provides him strength.
Unfortunately, his birth is also marked with tragedy. The day and evening of his birth, a great demon appears and attacks the village of his birth. For the greater good, an entire family is sacrificed to save the village.
A mother gives up her newborn to her spouse so that what must be done, can be. She kisses her son one last time whispering words of eternal love, power, and wisdom to his young ears. Words she hopes will give him strength. She turns to her husband to say her own goodbyes to him. Promises of meeting on the otherside are exchanged before she leaves to fight alongside those at the frontlines.
A father gathers his newborn and begins to prepare him for the greatest sacrifice of all. Heading to where the battle continues to rage on, he lays his son down carefully and begins the seals required to bind the demon. To bind the demon to his own son. The lamb sacrificed to save a village. It is his hope that his son will be well cared for acknowledged for the daily sacrifice his will make for the village.
Well, we all know the story of how that ended don't we? Of course, we know that the boy ended up being Uzumaki Naruto. The biggest loser, the most annoying brat, the number one ninja at surprising everyone, the most respected and honourable sixth Hokage of Konoha.