One year in the dead of night, when the red moon was at its peak, an important and rather sinister gathering of people were arguing. What they were arguing about, was a young boy who had been born that very morning, and who was destined to control the fate of the world. His name was Riku, and he had been born to the Hidden Sand Village. What the gathering was arguing about was should they train him, or kill him. You see, if the Sand Village could use him to their disposal, then theoretically they could become the most powerful Ninja village in the world. But if he turned against them, and sided with an enemy, then that would mean the Village's destruction.
One of the figures stood up, and glared at the others. "I say we kill him. Why gamble away our safety, just so we can have one uncertain shot at power? We are fine as we are." He was suddenly interrupted by another man, who raised his voice above the first. "Fine? We are on the brink of war, brother, with an enemy that both outwits and outnumbers us. We are doomed if we throw away this blessing, I say we train him here and then-" "And then what!? Wait until he sides with the enemy, and tells them every nook and cranny of our home while he slaughters us and our families. No. It's too risky. We should kill him now while we have the chance. If you let him live it will be the destruction of us all, and I won't stick around to-"
"Coward! You would desert your own village, just to save you're disgusting, miserable, worthless, cowardly-" Suddenly, the man froze, as he heard a rustling from behind him. He turned around, and walked over to a jagged boulder, covered by a thin layer of sand. "Who's there, identify yourself" he commanded. The rest of the gathering turned to watch, as from behind the boulder, stumbled a small, trembling woman, clutching a knife in her skinny hands. She just stared at them, her eyes wide with fear, and her black hair covered in sand. She trembled, as the men all stared at her, waiting for an answer. "Well" said one of them, impatiently, "Answer the question". The woman gulped a few times, as if trying to gather enough moisture to speak, but she stayed silent. Soon, the men got impatient. "Identify yourself and explain why you were spying on us immediately!" The man closest to her yelled, taking out a long, curved blade. The woman glared him in the eye.
"My name is Akithra of the Sand Village" she announced, her eyes flashing in the moonlight, "and I have come to find out the fate of my son"...