ch.1 the dream of the past
Smoke clogged her throat , suffocating her, making it hard for her to breath. Shora found herself staring into a soft gentle face she couldn't name. the face was that of a young woman yet so hazy shora couldn't really tell what she looked like. screaming was going on all around her, as was the sound of two other baby's crying.
shora tried with all her might to see the other infants, but try as she might she couldn't make her small body move. it was like her body was paralyzed from the inside and out. all she could do was stare at the woman at the young woman who held her. although shora couldn't tell what the woman looked like, her presents was so comforting that shora felt as if she knew her.
but before she could even blink a spear came out of nowhere and hit the woman in the side. blood went everywhere the wall, the bed, even on shora's face. shora tried desperately to scream but her small throat wouldn't ,couldn't, make a sound. All she could do was watch helplessly as the woman fell to her side .
Then before she could even draw a breath a man, who like the womans, face she couldn't see through the smoke. All she could tell was that he was extremely large and in his arms he held an infant, whose face mirrored her own. He also held a sword covered in blood posed above shora's heart.
"I'm sorry hoshi, I'm so sorry." shora heard as the man started to bring the sword closer to shora.
Shora's eyes snapped open as she looked around the room. Before sighing softly and trying to calm her beating heart. She could feel the pain from the curse mark on her shoulder burning.
That dream again she thought bitterly as she smiled. She could feel his presence before she even looked.
"Why are you here, orochimaru?" shora asked through her teeth.