I was scared, I ran. I didn't think that I would live. Neither of us did to be honest, some say my clan started the war, but it wasn't my clan. I'm not going to give out too much information right now because all will be revealed in due time.
They were scared to; at least I wasn't the only one. Our headbands jangled with our every step. We hoped that we would be found soon. Our home, the Village of the Moon, was gone. Soon, when the flames were out of sight and the screams were out of earshot, we stopped.
"Aori, we can't run forever. We have to get help!" she said, I liked Ikami. She was nice to me, like my brother. Brother…he was fighting back in the village.
"I know, but where do we go? The Hidden Leaf Village is pretty close, but if we waltz into a village covered in soot, burns, scratches, and blood they won't let us in!" I say, I wanted to get away from everything; I didn't want to do anything. Not even breathe.
"Aori, you damned demon, we're going to the Leaf Village. End of discussion." He said, I hated Saburo, he was a bastard/bitch about everything, "We're shinobi! We can't run away! We're not some cowards who need a new pair of underwear for every bloody battle we encounter!" Saburo shouts, I can tell he's mad.
I sigh and get up, I know where the Hidden Leaf is. I've never been there though. We start running again, but faster now that we know where we're going to go.
By the time the sun comes up, we make it to the village gates, we try to walk through but we pass out as two men come running up to us. I try to blink away the black and red dots clouding my vision but it only made it worse. As I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt nothing. I didn't feel pain, sadness, anger or fear. For once in my life, I was calm. It felt nice, to not have a care in the world, but I would soon forget about the paradise I am in now. All will be replaced with Hell, the Hell I call my life.