OK so ive decided to write my story :D
I hope its qood lol . [:
Based on the novel hawksong
Prologue:
They say that first of our people was a women named Akira Namikaze, a human raised by foxes. Legand says that her village was burned down when she was only a baby. That was when the foxes found her and took her in as their own. No one knows why but the foxes granted her a gift, this gift being that she could take the form of a fox herself. In the end that's all it is a legend, a beautiful story that no one beileves in, no record remains of her life.
No record execpt for the fox ears and tails that adore our bodies even when we are in our human form, this and the fox form that is so natural to every firefox. This legend is one of the stories that every firefox hears as a child, but its nothing about the harsh reality that we face day to day or the rough lessons we learn later in life.
Before anyone of my kind learns to control there fire they learn to hate, to despise, they learn of death and despair. At a young age they learn of war. Children learn of a race that calls themselves the lycans. They learn that they are untrustworthy, loyal to no one but their king and queen, and above all they learn that they will lie to get what they want and need. They learn to fear the red irises of the royal family even if they may never face them.
There is one thing that they never learn, they never learn how this war began or why this war began. Instead they learn that it just is and they must fight. They learn that they are worse than any evil that has romed this earth. They learn that the lycans will do anything to kill them and their families. They learn that the lycan ways are not how theirs are and at any chance given the lycans will kill them.
This is all they have ever learned and seen.
This is all I have ever learned and seen.
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years, years turn to centuries and all weve ever known is the cold hearted blood shed that is this war. I sing the songs that every firefox child knows, that of peace and hermony. Those of balance between the races wishing for the peace that my mother didn't see nor her mother before her.
How many gereations? How may of our soldiers dead at the hand of the enemy?
And for what?
Why?
All this bloodshed for meaningless hatered for an enemy without a face. No one knows why we fight anymore; they only know that we will continue until we win a war it is too late to win, until we have avenged to many dead to avenge, until no can remember peace anymore, even in song.
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years, years turn to centuries.
My bothers never returned last night . . .
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years, years turn to centuries.
How long until their assians find me?
Days turn to weeks, weeks turn to years, years turn to centuries.
How much longer must this bloodshed continues until they see that there will be NO winner ?
Naruto uzumaki
Heir to the Tuuli Thea Firefox
Sooo how was it ? Let me know if I should keep writing please && Thank you.
-Yaoiluver3