Forgotten
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Naruto (Shippuden). This is a story inspired by the original made up for entertainment purposes only. - Krystal
Prologue
Glimpses of her snow-like hair still linger in their mind. Her voice sounds distantly familiar. Her face cannot be seen through the blur that has now settled in. She has been forgotten. She's not even a memory of the past. Did she even exist? She must have. They seem to know her. She is familiar, yet a stranger. She isn't one of them. She's from another place. This place is dark, cold, distant, feared... This place is a threat to Earth's existence. This place gave birth to an evil creature. This place, as far as it may seem, caused death to Earth. She's from that place. However, the very little memories that they might, perhaps, have of her aren't like that place. There's light where she stands. There's warmth where she walks. There's a sweet melody when she talks. Who is she? Why can't they remember? The answer is simple: forgetting is easier than remembering.
End of prologue
I hope the prologue has given you something to look forward too.
Thank you for taking the time to read this short prologue.
xox
Krystal