The Forgotten One
Prologue 1: The Finding
Summary: She was granted the gift of being forgotten by society. The only jinchurikki never meant to be a weapon. And that gave her all the power she needed.
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WARNING: (1.) This is a Fem-Naruto story. (2) This will be extremely AU, and will only follow canon events I feel are necessary (i.e.: Possibly Wave Mission, Sound Invasion, Tsunade becoming Hokage, and the Training trip [not necessarily with Jaraiya]) to the overall plot.
Let it begin…
The Circle of Elders were quite angry when he brought the child to the Room with No Doors. Not at him of course, nor were they angry at the child. First Watcher knew their anger was toward the
ningen, one of the most controversial beings ever created by Kami-sama. They were, quite unlike most creatures created by Kami-sama, given some extra leeway regarding their fates. Destiny, on the other hand was completely set in stone, and none, and not even ningen or a few select other select beings could escape it.
As First Watcher knew from past experience, that ningen were creatures of great extremes, capable of great compassion and great destruction in the same breath. The child in his arms was an example of the darker things ningen could do. First Watcher, having two children of his own, had to exert a control he had not needed in his adult life since a war he witnessed the atrocities the humans had done.
He had watched, in disgusted horror, as a female, adult ningen all but threw the child out of the dwelling they were in. The child, female as well, couldn't even be three summers yet. Yet the woman, after throwing harsh words at the child, had slammed the door behind her. He grabbed the child and immediately came back to Land Below Civilization. Few humans knew of it and almost all that knew were dead now.
He had told the Elders his story, verbatim, and now he awaited the Elders' decision. The Elders' choice would be well thought out and the best solution, whatever it was. Finally, Tenth Elder, the most ancient of the Circle of Elders, spoke.
"Fire Runner," He spoke in strong tones that filled First Watcher with hope… and fear. The Tenth Elder was one of the most powerful Other to have existed. It was said he had a drop of Kami's blood in his veins. The messenger boy came forward. He was young, but bright and very fast. "Find the One Who Knows the Past, and tell him… that the Forgotten One may be with us."
"Yes, I will go at once." Fire Runner said. He almost fled, and in less time than it took blink, Fire Runner was gone, his orange red robes disappearing into darkness.
First Watcher's eyes widened marginally. Was it truly possible the child in his arms was, in fact, the Forgotten One? He looked her over. Ragged, ash-blond hair framed pale skin with whisker marks on her cheek… It was said those were the marks of the Forgotten One. Perhaps… perhaps she was.
The One Who Knows the Past came forward. His was a face that held all the wisdom of an elder of his station. His sky blue robes swished on the floor gently. He slowly walked forward and placed a gentle hand on her forehead, so light, that if First Watcher didn't know better, he would have called it a grandfather's loving caress of his first grandchild. A soft, warm blue light emitted from underneath the hand of the One Who Knows the Past. After a few minutes the One Who Knows the Past spoke. His was voice deep, far more deep and rich than Tenth Elder's voice. He spoke in a half chant, almost like he spoke of a prophecy.
"She is the Forgotten One.
She is warden of Inari-sama's Red Servant.
She of the Others because of her father.
Yet like her father, she may not stay as an Other.
She may learn of the Other Ways,
but only for three summers may she stay.
The child of the Storm Without a Cloud, and the Empress' Servant.
She was the blessed with the gift of being forgotten.
She is the Forgotten One."
The Room Without Doors was silent. First Watcher was in awe. In his unworthy arms was the Forgotten One, a child who only absolute in her life would be her ultimate destiny… To die as all must. She would be a child with powers of three races, maybe more, and the freedom… of a god.
Author Note: New Story. Duh. Gosh I'm such a flake. My sincerest apologies. But don't let that stop you from enjoying.
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