The rogue shade looked straight at me. For some reason I got the feeling that he could see me as easily as I could see him. Then my heart gave a leap, as he did something that no other shade had ever done before. He spoke in a voice that I could hear. His voice came out in a hollow sound, as if it came from everywhere and nowhere, a voice that had no substance... a voice without a voice.
"Are you some fragment of my imagination? I don't know. I have grown so far from this world, I don't know if I see you, or if I imagine you. It is not important. If you can see and hear me, hold up your left hand."
I did nothing, so startled was I that this shade had spoken that my wits had deserted me. The shade looked slightly disturbed, and then sad.
"A shame, I hoped to have some company before I... well to be honest, I do not know what will happen to me."
The shade turned to the only object in the deep cave, a small, dusty and battered book. He then opened a single palm, and began to move it very slowly across his body. I saw the many forms of him of course, but they were all motionless but for the hand. The time span representing a day passed in a minute and his hand was only half way across his body. Another day, another minute and his arm was all but at its full reach, his hand almost at its furthest point from his body. And there, I came to my senses and slowly held up my left hand. The shade smiled, and I swear I saw a tear drop from his eye before his face became grim and determined, and his arm reached its full extension.
"Truth manipulation, long term ultimate change!" he yelled.
I realised that this must have been some sort of technique, but it had had no hand seals, only this prolonged movement of his hand. It was then that I heard the sound of the universe being torn in two, reality being unravelled. I do not know how to describe the sound to you; it is not one that the average human can hear.
The shade was gone. The cavern was empty but for myself and the book which I now slowly approached. Blowing some of the dust off of it, I read the front cover. This was the inscription on it.
"This journal belongs to: Faran Uchiha Kredo Kraken Uchiha Kredo... me"
I slowly opened the journal. The pages were empty. Then, just as I was about to close it, words faded into view on it.
"The legacy of... oh don't start Kraken, me, us, whatever you call a person with split personalities and different names for each. This is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. Turn the page at your own peril, what you may learn here is both dangerous and useful. I take no responsibility for what happens to you Gikyo."
I gasped, and took a step back. My name is Gikyo, but more about me later. Taking a deep breath, I stepped forwards and turned the page. That was the moment when my fate became sealed. This is what I found.
Author's note: this story is linked to my "Awakening by Remembrance" story, but I will not reveal how yet. I will simply say that this is essentially "book" two of the series.
Anyway, I don't expect to have you hooked by the end of the prologue, but if you do like it, please review and let me know.