I was 15 when I made a wish.

A wish to be able to live an exciting life. A wish that would soon change my life and show me that what life I had before was a piece of cake compared to the life I would soon live.

Back then I had a habit of staying up all night reading or just listening to whatever music was playing on the radio. I remember walking up to my window around midnight when I saw a flash of light flying through the sky. I knew that making wishes on stars was slightly cliché and dumb but I don't know, I made a wish anyway. A wish to go somewhere that would change my mind about living. Then I had fallen asleep.

That morning when I woke up I was anywhere but my bed, and definitely far away from the desert state I had called my home. This place was slightly humid and filled with trees that were so tall compared to my short stature that I had felt slightly claustrophobic. I seemed to be in the middle of the forest and at the moment believing that I was still sleeping I had wandered farther into the forest to explore. I had never seen a forest in person so I was curious as to why my mind had conjured up such detail out of the forests I had seen in movies and in environmental classes.

When I was 15 I was a clumsy teen girl capable of tripping over my own feet. And that was exactly what I had done tripped over air while walking slowly was very embarrassing but it did make me realize something, it had hurt, my knees even though I hadn't been running where scuffed and bleeding slightly, but that wasn't all. Pain wasn't meant to be felt if you were asleep that was common knowledge. I was awake and in a forest, away from anywhere familiar and well, I had been scared.

My heart had started beating irregularly and I felt like I couldn't breathe. That was when I heard a sound, I remember thinking 'No, god no what kind of animals could live in this forest, what animals could smell me and want to tear me limb from limb.' Knowing how to climb trees from my grandmother back home I had scampered up the tree in hopes that whatever was making the sounds couldn't climb trees.

My hope was shattered as I saw a person, a man with spiky hair in a hair tie and two deep scratches on the right side of his face, come to a stop to where I had been standing just moments before and I could feel my heart start to beat faster than before and the fear I had felt once again had crept up on me and I was shaking 'what could this person want, do they even know I'm here?' I had thought when the person lifted their head and stared directly up at me and I screeched.

I'm not proud to say that back then I wasn't strong enough to keep quiet but I guess it didn't really matter in that moment it was actually a saving grace as that man was someone that had helped me get to where I am today. I had fallen of the branch I had been sat on once the man had looked at me and well, I had fallen right on top of him. I'm pretty sure in that moment the man I fell on was scared of me as well.

The moment I leapt off the man readying myself to run I noticed the metal knife shaped object in his had a moment too late as it was brought towards my side.

That day I had seen my life flash by twice, once when I had fallen out of the tree and the second when I saw the blood falling freely from my side as the man had slashed though my shirt and through my skin. I remember falling to the ground in pain and the man looked at me strangely asking why I hadn't dodged the kunai.

I had asked him what the hell a kunai was before I realized how dumb I sounded.

The kunai was obviously the thing he had held in his hand that was covered in a thin layer my blood. Again he asked why I hadn't dodged and that any trained shinobi would have. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, that I didn't know what a shinobi was.

And that was a what I asked him forgetting momentarily the gash in my side "what is a shinobi" it definitely wasn't a word that I knew and I was very curious as to why he thought I was one.

The man had explained that a shinobi was a ninja. I had heard legends of ninja before in world history so I could follow his information enough to get the basics on what a shinobi was. The man or should I say Shikaku as I had asked his name once he had explained the whole ninja business asked me where I was from.

Not one to really lie I told him exactly what happened, how I had fallen asleep in bed and had awoken in this forest. I remember him saying he was on his way back to his village and that there was someone that might have been able to help me with my dilemma of not knowing where I was.

That was when I had started to feel even fainter than before and realized my side was still bleeding. Shikaku taking notice of what he had done, had grabbed my arm and lifted me onto his back before taking off into the forest and off to his village. Soon after that I had fallen into unconsciousness. And with that my adventure in a new world had started.

Disclaimer-I don't own Naruto or any plot line that is familiar I only own my OC.

So my OC's story will not be entirely truthful. Many moments will be things that, to the OC writing them, happened years ago. Thus not everything will be completely true, not remembering exactly how everything happened has caused her perception of events to be changed and her feelings from certain moments in time will be warped as she has had years to reflect on them. I am writing her as if she has had more experience so sometimes what's being written will reflect her feelings at the moment.