Prologue: When a Child Dreams
Warning: AR, OOC in a sense that the author tries to channel Kisihimoto-sensei and re-write the characters' destiny. Blame the 'what-if' plot-bunny happily hopping around in the cerebrum space.
When you were an eight year old kid, you dreamt of becoming a hero in this great epic adventure. You would imagine that you would fight against the bad guys and the monsters. You would rescue unfortunate beautiful princesses who are doomed to be sacrifices and noble maidens in distress that turn out to be heavenly beings in disguise. You would be surrounded by friends and together, you would travel to each corner of some imaginary atlas seeking historical secrets and uncover legendary treasures.
When you were eight years old, you would play and study in school, only to run back home after saying goodbye to your friends and jump straight into your mother's arms, demanding cookies and treats and beg your father to pick you up and throw you into the air so you can be part of the blue sky. You would chatter about what you do at school and when your sibling comes in, you would demand to play ball or jump at him for a quick roughing and tumbling.
When you were eight years old, you should never have to know about your clan's massacre or why your house was too quiet or why there was no mommy and daddy to tuck you in much less siblings to snuggle with when you were afraid of the shadows that lurked around the corner as the night blanketed the earth. You would never have to endure whispers by adults and youngsters alike about how you didn't have a family and thought you didn't hear it when you actually did. You didn't have to stare into unfathomable stares of others and cry whether something was wrong with you to receive such looks and dealt with thoughts that scream, 'why me, why me'.
An eight year old certainly didn't have to battle an ancient darkness that was growing inside the child's body, a darkness that feeds on hatred and vengeance thus consuming the feeble and exposed mind of the child.
An eight year old certainly didn't dream that one day , the world would tremble when the sky turned red and grinned when whirling flames , golden and skin melting leapt at armies and fortresses as chaos descent at the child's own command.
