Prologue
He swiftly and frustratingly preformed the hand signs once again; panting and keeping his footing firmly on the ground. The wind whipped wildly around the area of the forest. The leaves from the trees and bushes rustled around violently. The wind started to form around in a circle in the air. A very small hole, the size of a dime, began to open. His hands tightly clenched in the hand sign as they started to tremble. He grunted and panted, trying to open the hole wider. "Gahh!" He dropped his hands to his side, and everything stopped. "Close... I'm close..." The man in black took a moment to catch his breath. He got his footing back and did the hand sign once again. He closed his eyes; the left one barley visible through his mask. He concentrated harder, the wind whipping wilder. The hole appeared in the middle of the air once again. It struggled to open wider, like a rip in a cloth blanket. His short, black, spiky hair was tossed around by the violent winds. The hole opened up to the size of a door. He was able to drop the hand sign and the wind stopped. He opened the hole that it could stand on its own for a matter of time. Inside looked like a spinning galaxy of stars and blackness.
"Finally," Madara Uchiha smirked under his mask. He took one step into the vortex and a blinding white light consumed him. A tear ripped open somewhere else and Madara stepped out, the vortex closing back up behind him. The new world was a completely different place from where he just came from. It was a place high in the clouds shaded by different hues of orange and yellow. Almost like a permanent sunset. Madara stood at the beginning of a long staircase. At the end of the stairs was a building that looked like a piece of old Greek architecture. There was a man in there, unaware of the intruder. The man had his back towards the newcomer; he was looking past two pliers that framed the sunset colored sky. This man was an older man. He had white hair that looked similar to a powered wig and was pudgy. Madara made his way up the stairs in zero time. His footstep on the platform made a clacking sound against the concrete, which he knew the man would hear. The man looked over his shoulder; however he didn't look surprised or even fazed.
"Who are you?" the white haired man questioned now facing Madara.
"You seem like a man of business," Madara began as he took a few steps closer. The man known as Charles gave the intruder a look and ignored his comment. "What are your reasons for being here?"
"I want to offer you an alliance." Madara tilted his head down and peered up with his Sharingan eye. Charles's expression changed seeing his eye now different. "What kind of alliance?" his tone was now different than it was only a few seconds ago.