Scroll of 'The Hidden People', dated three years after the formation of Konohagakure
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In the day of clan wars and strife,
One hidden village burst to life.
A village hidden by divine boon,
Sheltered both by sun and moon.
This place was sanct from noble gees,
Underneath the living trees,
And so the people built a home
That forfeited use of any stone.
They sung the wood to rise a hearth,
They sung the branch to weave a birth
Of living timber supple more,
To craft the walls, the roof, the floor.
While the war outside had travelled far,
Twixt Senju clan and Uchiha,
The village was more than five-score old,
And that is when this tale was told.
Intruders chanced on their land,
Guided by the Byakugan's hand,
But the way was found when paths arose,
Found by the knowing Inuzuka nose.
The peace of the village of moon and sun,
Fell away, when scarce it had begun.
The peaceful folk, unarmed that day,
Turned to their gods, knelt down to pray.
What the Goddess' said, is yet unknown,
But a madness rose in the people's bone,
They carved themselves with sigils strange,
And turned into beasts deranged.
On their bodies the tattoos were well emplaced,
And unbeknownst, the foe now faced
A people with ink-made flowers,
Trapping angels, spirits and evil powers.
They looked into the black-filled eyes,
And found they were most despised
For rather than a fearful reception,
They were struck with a deadly rejection.
The irony, it must be said,
Was that the intruders wanted no man dead,
They wished to barter with the village mass,
To allow them suffrage of trespass.
But before they could plead no guilt,
A thousand rivers of blood were spilt.
Monsters made of light and shade
Cut all to death by unseen blade,
They rose from the marks the people grew,
By their word, they strike and hue.
One man left to tell of the blood and water,
That washed the ground aft the slaughter.
And I write this now, with yet no fear,
For something wrong has happened here.
The chief of Senju made a pact,
With the prominence of noble tact,
To the people of the hidden village
To stay their hands from rape and pillage.
The people understood only power,
So he sent a bijuu to then devour
The matriarch by the moon-made hand,
The horror of the people spanned
From tree to tree, stem to stem,
Their madness halted there and then.
He bade them retreat to the hidden trees,
And placed on them a mighty gees,
To answer the call of Fire country
And those of Senju Ancestry.
Otherwise, they were free to live,
In the treetops they were free to give
The new matriarch a stronger clan,
And choose a Line from a Hyuuga man.
The Eyes did not carry true,
But at times the whitened hue
Will come to life when fiends arise
From the lines they carve over their eyes.
The parenthesis' in their orbs unreal
Is multiplied of their numbered seals.
So Hokage, heed my fear and resist.
To the borders of Earth and Rain desist.
There is a darkness there that you will hate,
Though none have gone there of late.
You will know when the mist is at its yoke,
They will appear like a nightmare, vanish like smoke.
The service they give is cruel and depraved,
For to the demons forever they are enslaved.
But yet, their power is second to none,
There is only one foe they haven't won,
Against the mighty demon vessels they
Will stop and stall and shrink away.
I do not know why they hate them so,
It is like the ice that despises snow.
One thing they hate to each a man,
Is the dog-aligned Inuzuka clan.
Without their noses, to this day,
The people would never have given away
Their humanity for their paranoia,
The soul of a child for that of a destroyer.
So sent one not to e'er parley,
For you will ne'er see him since that day.
Call them when you are in need,
But they are a chaotic weapon indeed.
So Hokage, when the times are grim,
Invoke your title and summon him,
The soul of the man who made the bond,
To permate the swamps and trees and fronds
And talk to the living god
Hiding in the peat and sod.
She will tell you how to find
The village of the out-of-mind.
And when you know what 'tis you boon,
Be you off to the hidden moon.
This is the tale of the Otsuki,
The folk of sun and moon and tree,
Who dwell in Sakitsuchi,
And the foemen of Bijuu be.
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There's the introduction. The rest ofthe chapters will be a highly extended version of 'Collection' from Blanks, Dots and Spirals. Till next time!