Disclaimer: Kishimoto owns everything except the OC's
Ragged Breaths filled the forest. With severe wounds and no recollection of which direction was the safest, the small figurine collapsed against a tree hoping for support. Yet to no avail, knees buckled underneath the young female's weight as the darkness swallowed her sight.
As the moonlight glimmered, her eyes opened to the sound of soft, barely audible footsteps. In fear, she struggled to stand hands clutching against the tree, nails digging into the bark. Her blood was still leaving her, quenching the ever so thirsty forest floor. The footsteps were closing in and panic caught her breath, gravity won its torturous battle as she fell unconscious.
The footsteps found there way to where she laid and upon investigation of the girl, the man whom observed her, found no trace of her being dangerous, or rather she was not a ninja. A quick and yet pointless decision, the man knelled next to her and began remedial work to female's body.
Once satisfied with his work, he decided to pick up the fragile girl and carried off into the darkness of the night.
This first chapter if very short with no real insight to a general writing style or story line. Please r x r.