There once was a man, blonde, blue eyed. He was taught by a sage. There was a prophecy that haunted the sage's life, where one man taught by him would bring peace to a war ravished land. So he taught the boy and that boy became the prophecy child. The prophecy was going to be fulfilled, there would be peace, but then a monster came, it's nine tails floating behind it. It brought devastation, destruction, death. The man sacrificed his life to seal the beast within a boy, his son born that day. The prophecy ended, the child of the prophecy failed. The sage knew this, he gave up. He committed suicide. The boy became hated, he became feared as the demon child, the monster incarnate. He was never meant to be anything, a failure. Yet he never gave up, he strode proudly, with a meaning. His entire life was pain and suffering. Yet the boy just kept growing, people called him a failure, but he would just best them at everything to shut him up. The boy disappeared, joy was prominent over the village. They celebrated and celebrated, and slowly they forgot him, he was lost in time. Then on the day of the boy's birthday, the day of the nine tailed monster's attack, "it" came. A ten tailed monster. The boy that was called a demon incarnate revived it. The villages that once warred came together to best the foe, they failed. Lives were lost and nobody could do anything. As the monster bared down on them with a ball of energy that would wipe the world out, that boy came. He raised his hand and the monster stopped, the ball of energy receded. The boy changed before there eyes, he was covered by a golden aura and black markings. The boy stared into the eyes of the monster and whispered a single word that was heard around the world, "Heiwa." Peace. The monster's single eye closed and it vanished, disintegrated into golden dust. Lost, forever. The boy turned to the still surviving people and spoke in a deep voice, "I stand before you as a mistake of humanity. Yet I still did this for you, look! Your villages are gone, lives have been lost. But look at yourselves! The people of all the villages, together! This is true peace, this is what I wanted! THIS IS PEACE!" The boy, the child of the blonde and blue eyed child of the prophecy, had done the impossible. The boy had done what the real prophecy child failed to do. He had brought peace. The boy was hated still, he had brought the monster. Yet they knew what he truly did, he had brought peace. They would never admit it. The boy, forever known as the bringer of destruction, was never seen again. Many believe that he was still alive, others think he was still with them, hidden behind a disguise waiting to strike. What I think, well... he certainly is alive, considering he is telling you his tale.
Peace out, girl scouts.