GARAA'S REPENTANCE

CHAPTER ONE

Prologue

Two girls on horses rode their way across the desert plains towards Suna. They were both in their teen years, and wore robes with darker grey camo print on the high collars. One of them looked to be about eighteen years old; she had dark brown hair and hawk eyes. She had dark red war paint over her left eye, and wore a black headband with a silver protector, with a small musical note – symbolizing that she was from the Village Hidden In The Sound. Her robes were a dark grey. She rode a tall silvery-grey mare, and appeared to be hearing a sound that only she could hear – she kept on humming under her breath every so often.

Her counterpart was silent though, and appeared to be in deep though. She was a lovely-looking girl, about seventeen years old, with long black hair that flowed gently down her back. Her eyes were very special – they were the palest of blues, like ice, but with flecks of darker blue. Whilst her friend's skin was slightly tanned, blue-eyes had pale skin, as white as porcelain. She was wearing almost all black, and had a long white ribbon trailing from her hair. She had no bandanna in sight, and so it was impossible to tell which village she was from. She was staring down at the pure white mane of her horse, as clouds of sand were kicked up from both horse's hooves.

Both girls, aside from the Sound Ninja's occasional humming, had been travelling in silence for eighteen long nights, only stopping to feed their horses and bathe. Their system was sure-fire – one would sleep, whilst the other rode along and kept watch. They never stopped to rest, for fear they would be captured.

By whom – or by what – the girls daren't think. They both hailed from well away from their destination in Suna; in a small village that neither girl came from, but both had been living there for some time now, the number of years gone by was lost on them. It was a called Degarashi Port – both girls remembered coming to there on a boat, but had been half unconscious and drugged at the time by an unknown enemy. They had woken up on a beach. When they had come around, it was as if their fates had already been decided, and everything had simply fallen into place. They had no idea why they were brought there.

But they still knew who they were, and where they had both come from – and why they were close to each other.

That night, however, something else had changed in their lives – a Spirit Guide in the form of a black raven had informed the girls of the change that had ripped apart their lives. The Sound Kunoichi had hardened, becoming the stronger of the two, whilst her friend had simply fallen apart, because she didn't see how she could cope.

Both girls knew who to blame.

Both girls knew who to blame – there was, in fact, two to blame (three, really), but only one was within easy reach.

And that was the one the girls sought out now, as they rode side-by-side across the sands.

Perhaps it would be bloody. They were used to blood.

Perhaps somebody would die. They were used to that too.

Perhaps – no…they would definitely achieve their goal.

Avengement was sweet…

They were avengers.