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Prologue: Human

I can fake a smile to make others feel better, but I can't fake the pain that dwells deep in my heart. They say a demon cannot feel pain, but I beg to differ. The chains that bind me cut deep into my wrists. My ankles and neck, along with my eyes, for my wounds cannot heal. The chakra that I once felt flowing through my body is nonexistent. At this moment I am lost.

Never saw this coming. My execution. The day that I would finally die because of my enemy, because of my naivety of thinking that I could actually make an enemy who has kept so much hate, pent up in his mentality to become friends with us? Change his mind about destroying my village? Hah! I laugh at my gullible mind.

My friends and those I considered family. They're all dead. What do I have left to fight for? My dream of being Hokage? There's no point when there is no one left to protect. All of this hopelessness.

My contemplation of what life is supposed to be, it's all I have left. What is my purpose? A bumblebee has purpose. To pollenate the flowers. This cell has a purpose. To keep the jailer in prison. An inanimate object has more of a purpose that I do at the moment. To keep me jailed—Kurama and I jailed. I'm losing so much blood from the wounds, I'm surprised I've yet to die from blood loss. I damn these wounds at this moment, for the rest of my life, even if I don't have very long. If only I didn't have these wounds, I could have saved everyone. I needed more power.

The clinking of keys and screeching of the cell door opening, letting light inside of this dark void for however long time has passed. I can feel the heat of the sunlight come into contact with my legs. I could not see, but I could feel the man's presence. There were no words needed to talk. Madara is here for my execution. Nothing more, nothing less. He gives men orders to unchain me as I feel slight relief from the constraints. I am dragged outside and feel the sun light shine onto my face. Finally able to feel the source of heat for however long I was down there. It feels so good.

Forced to walk on my bloodied feet on the pebbled ground to reach a hill and walk up. What used to be grass was all but dirt. What used to be houses with families in them, now only made up of rubble. Madara forces me onto my knees when we reach the top. I feel cold metal at my neck and lifted up by my hair to face towards the sun. I can't help but feel happy as tears flow from my eyes as I am finally free to be reunited with the people that I love.

The sword is pulled away and I hear it whistle in the air as it gets closer to me. There was no pain. Only complete bliss of darkness. The only type of sadness that I felt, was that I could no longer feel the light of the sun anymore.

Then he came along, promising me freedom and the sun.