Hello my lovelies. This is my first story, so please review and be brutally honest. No Mr./Ms. Nice...Person.

disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and Co. But oi, lordy lord, I wish I did.


War raged between the two lands. Wind and Fire ravaged the other until the last vestiges of hope withered from every soul. Every ninja, man, woman, and child, had seen the gruesome deaths of their comrades in arms. It appeared that no matter the victor, both sides would lose in the end.

The wall, with the names of those fallen many, was full to brimming, as if the piece of stone hoped that once space ran out to honor the dead, the people would cease dying. Of course, this was in vain.

In spite of this all, the war eventually did draw to a close, the bloody river turning into a stream, then a trickle, then stopping altogether.

Of course, no one today remembers what caused the end, the downfall of the mighty Wind. Oh, there are speculations. The diplomatic would believe a treaty, an offering of peace to end the great losses both sides had suffered. The vicious claim a final battle, in which we massacred the Wind's forces. The conniving think perhaps the assassination of the Kazekage.

Perpetuating the myth, it seems, matters more to the people than seeking the truth. For who would believe that one girl could bring an entire nation to its very knees…


Remember, honest people...