Prologue

At the Edge of Konoha...

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Hinata was standing at the water's edge, staring at the calm surface as she undressed. Today she had decided on private training since her sensei, Kurenai, was unavailable. Even though she was alone, the forest always gave her a sense if safety and serenity.

A soft sigh left her lips as she stepped assuredly onto the river's surface. Hinata channeled her chakra through her limbs and it was as if her whole body gave a sigh of either ecstasy, or relief. She concentrated on the almost nonexistent sound of the water's ripples as she began to dance. Twisting gracefully, she extended her left leg and then dipped into an arc, her face alive with passion.

She had always loved dancing, and the feeling had only grown once she had realized she could hone her chakra control doing so.

A beautiful smile tried to grace her face, but vanished as she realized that there was something terribly wrong. Usually the water would respond and circle her protectively. Right now it was chaotic in nature, crashing around her willowy form. Even her precise chakra control couldn't change the seemingly random tides. She realized too late that she was sinking, pulled under to the depths of the river by the element she had once thought of as a safe haven.

Hinata tried to call out, but her voice died in her throat every time. Her heart ricocheted around her chest as she stretched out her hand, searching for help even though it was futile. She was out here alone, in a remote part of the forest where there was nearly no foot traffic.

Gradually, she slipped beneath the water's surface before disappearing from her world. The forest was calm, leaving no trace of her supernatural abduction, except for her clothing lying on the river's bank.

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Capital of the Egyptian Empire...

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Ramses lounged on a seat of cloth and god as his advisors bombarded him with scroll after clay tablet of reports. Exhaustion weighed heavily on him as he dragged a hand through his golden hair. He could feel anxiety and anger seething within himself as he glanced through the writings, wondering what would come next. Thanks to the lovely Yuri and her husband the war with the iron-wielding Hittites was over. However, that did not mean there were no threats to the Egyptian empire. Now the Assyrians were making aggressive moves and pushing against their borders. Somehow, he had to come up with a strategy to protect his kingdom, and soon. Ramses felt as if he was carrying the lives of his countrymen on his shoulders, and it was a heavy burden to bear alone.

He ordered everyone out of the stone temple before dropping his head into this hands. Already he was weary of life, and he was too damned young for that. He let his hands fall from his face before propping his chin on them. The shimmering pool of water before him caught the brunt of his glare, almost as if it was the cause of his problems. Perhaps it was. In his mind, the god of this temple had long ago abandoned him, and by proxy, the rest of the Egyptian people.

Little did he know, fate had other plans. Fate had just been biding its time.

Just as he was about to stand to leave the spring started to swirl mystically. Ramses jumped to his feet, approaching cautiously as his hand rested against the hilt of his blade buckled at his side. The water splashed and heaved, raining drops onto the stone floor and his skin.

"What sorcery is this?" He whispered to himself. He tried to wrack his brain, knowing he had heard this kind of situation before, but from what? A legend or myth of some sort? A folktale?

Finally, a woman broke through the water's chaotic surface, coughing and gasping for breath. Ramses was stupefied, his mind blank as he tried to grasp what was occurring before him.

Remembering himself, he quickly ran to her an pulled her from the spring. Now, the waters lay calm and he wondered if his mind was playing tricks on him. Looking down at the woman in his arms, it was her beauty that struck him first.

She was soaked, her long black hair plastered against her cheeks, the ends curling slightly. Droplets gathered on her thick lashes. As his eyes trailed down past her voluptuous body and strange clothing, which was almost nonexistent to his amusement, he remembered what this had reminded him of; or rather, whom. Yuri. Months ago, she had finally described how she had come to this world, and now he found himself with a woman who had almost all the same features. Japanese? Was that what Yuri had identified herself as?

He cradled her against his chest, his voice uncharacteristically tender as he whispered to the unconscious maiden, "Woman... Are you Alive?" When he received no answer to his heart constricted in his chest. Just as he was about to check her pulse she opened her eyes. Ramses stopped, feeling his jaw slacken as he stared into her gaze. No, not like Yuri at all, he thought as he took in all the colors in her iris', and what stunned him the most was the absence of a pupil. Her eyes were lavender and the gray of stormy clouds. Never before had he seen or heard of eyes such as hers.

He froze when she whispered her fist sentence in his presence.

"Please... Where am I?"

Had he stumbled upon a goddess?

A/N: Well, I made the prologue longer than before and tried to give some more detail. My writing style may have changed a bit, and I'm sorry if any of you are disappointed. Make sure to tell me how you liked the chapter, and I will be working on even more of them soon! For those of you also waiting on 'A Dark Hate,' I'll be working on the first chapter of that next.

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