A/N: Okay, so obviously, I'm not Cassy. I'm ANDY, who happened to be kind enough to help Cassy finish this thing and etc. etc. etc. I'm doing my own little editing thing, so if you re-read this and see differences and stuff, don't be surprised. I'm not going to be doing anything major, though.

Thank you for reading this. Cassy will be contributing to the finishing of this story, so don't be deterred in reading it.

Prologue

The Lunar Tribe looked upon the hill, where a stranger stood, surrounded by Mountain Laurels. Her silver hair was long, almost past her knees, and her luminous skin seemed to feed off of the stars in the twilight sky, dim as they were at this early hour. Her eyes were of the deepest blue, like little pools of the fathomless ocean; not far from here, mind you; decided to spill themselves to this girl's eyes on a whimsy.

She had a long, pale face, not unlike a cat's, that seemed to be devoured by her long, massive locks of silver hair. Her body was similar to her face; long and thin, without much flesh on her bones. But there was an odd strength that seemed to radiate from her, like an authority of spirit itching to leap out of her. But the strangest thing about her was on her back: two long, feathery wings, the same color as her hair. In her hands was a wooden flute.

The Lunar Tribe was amazed at her appearance. They all bowed in respect towards the young girl, for she was a Ra Din; a messenger from the Great Spirit himself, here to spread wisdom and peace through the tribe. She must have been sent as an answer to their prayers, to the prayers of the Lunar Tribe, here to help them through their "Great Dilemma" as they called it.

You see, marriages were arranged by the fathers for convenience, just like marriages were in other tribes. But lately, there wasn't any birthing. No new generation has been brought to the World, and the people were worried. If there was no new generation, the Lunar Tribe would die. The Elders sent their prayers to the great Gods, hoping for a message, a sign, something to find out why there was no birthing.

And now, there prayers were answered in the form of this girl.

She slowly descended from the hill, Mountain Laurels springing on the ground her feet touched, a Holy sign showing that she was from the great Goddess Sakura, the one of childbirth and love. It was a great insult to call a God or Goddess by their name, so the Lunar Tribe simply calls Sakura "The Goddess" or "The Only One."

When she reached the Tribe's living boundaries, a sign of respect, she called out in a soft voice, "Who is the Chieftain who has taken prayers to the Goddess Sakura, the Only One?"

The Elders looked puzzled they prayed to the Great Gods, not the meager and only Goddess. No Elder could take credit for it; taking praise for what is not theirs is a great offense to the Gods. After a few minutes, an old woman stood forward, the One With No Name. When she was younger, she, of course, had a name, which has no relevance anymore, since her purpose for the tribe has been long since diminished. She could no longer hunt or farm, being too feeble, and was too old to birth any longer. Therefore, she had no use for a name, because nobody had a reason to address her in any way. Sooner or later, she would no longer be able to provide herself, and starve; making one less unnecessary mouth to feed.

But here was The Nameless Crone, standing before the young messenger of the Only Goddess. She bowed feebly and stated "I prayed to the Goddess of Childbirth and Love."

The Messenger smiled. "Greetings, Wise One. Your prayers have been answered. The Great Gods have tried to help you, but they do not have the answer to why no birthing has happened within your tribe, because it was the Goddess' doing. She is angry at you, not for your lack of respect, for you have been doing that for generations, and she no longer minds... Though I do." She muttered the last part under her breath.

"No, it is not that, but the birthing problem is simply because a key ingredient is missing—love. Your marriages contain no love in them, and for that, the Only One is angry. Listening to the Wise One's prayers," the Messenger gestured towards the Nameless Crone, "the Goddess has decided to help you find Perfect Matches for the latest generation of your tribe, and I am here to show you how."

The Messenger showed them her wooden flute, which had crescent moons and flowers engraved over it, showing it was made by the Goddess for the Lunar Tribe. "I need a celebration fire started."

A fire was started with the Holy Wood, wood that came from trees that was given water blessed by the Gods, which was only used for Religious ceremonies. The flames were not a reddish orange, rather, silver white tongues of fire shot from the Holy Wood, a sign of purity. A man that was supposed to have an arranged marriage soon was going to be the first to be wed with his Soulmate.

The Messenger got all the unwed females into the "Holy Circle" around the fire, where they waited expectantly for something to happen.

Then, without warning, the Messenger started to play the Wooden Flute.

After a few minutes of listening to the haunting melody, a strange force came over the young man as he started to dance. As he danced, the Flames grew brighter and brighter, reaching higher and higher. The unwed women watched in amazement as the man danced in his own crazy way to the unfamiliar melody of the Wooden Flute.

After a few minutes, one of the unwed women started to sing along to the strange melody, causing the man to dance faster, as if invigorated by her voice. Some other women tried to sing along as well, but did not know what they were singing and stopped soon afterward, contented to just watch the pair as the unwed woman started to dance with the man in a mirror image of what he was doing.

After a while, the Messenger stopped playing, and the pair dropped to the ground, suddenly exhausted, and the silver haired girl said triumphantly, "Those two are Soulmates. The Wooden Flute I hold helps you find a perfect match. And a perfect match means plenty of healthy birthings.

"It always plays a different song then it did the times before, no matter who plays it, for it is the Soul Song of the man who needs to be wed. His Soulmate will know the song subconsciously, and will be able to sing the words of the song, and eventually dance in the mirror image of her Soulmate. As long as you use this to determine who should marry whom, the Only One will look kindly upon your tribe and bless you and all your generations to come.

"But you should know..." the Messenger paused, wondering if she should really speak of what is to come. She decided for it. "You should know that many, many years from now, a descendant of the Wise One will be Soulmates with someone who does not belong in a tribe." The Lunar Tribe gasped in surprise and fear, for those who do not belong in a Tribe belong to the Outside World, a fearsome, ignorant place that mocks the ways of the Tribes. They despise the Tribes for it, forcing them away into hidden lands where they must live today.

But that was a long time ago. Now, to the Outside World, they are just a myth, a fanciful story that mothers tell their children to entertain them during festivals.

Of course, that would not have been nearly as bad as would be if this Soulmate of the Descendant of the Wise One (It is her new name now, for she has importance again) was from a different Tribe. You see, there are three main tribes: The Solar Tribe, The Lunar Tribe, and the Starlight Tribe; and they are bitter enemies. No one remembers why they hate each other, they simply do and that is that. Right now, they are at peace with the other Tribes, but not too long ago was an age of awful wartime, a horrible time which should not be explained on these pages, for I fear that blood will shed upon these words just by writing them.

But now they were at peace with the Tribes and all was well and their birthing problem was solved and the Goddess favored them. The Wise One was held sacred, and she had more children despite her old age, and her descendants were held to be the most powerful and royal, for the goddess now favored them. The depressing omen said by the Messenger was soon forgotten, now only spoken by the Singers, or the people who play the Sacred Wooden Flute their entire lives, as a precaution.

The Wise One started the great line of the Uchiha Clan, whose members were treated almost as well as the Gods and Goddess themselves.

It was never needed until hundreds of years later, when the peace between the Tribes was becoming very strained and broken, when the Outside World would almost never speak of the Tribes any longer, that the Messenger's omen was ever needed to spoken about again...