It would have been quieter inside than out, but the woman did not decrease her pacing as she crossed the vast desert flat lands. Her feet were bare and burning, her hands, were mangled and bruised, and held up close to her bosom, was that of a squirming bundle of cloth.
"We are very nearly there my child..." The hooded mother whispered to her daughter in the boiling desert air. She was having trouble breathing during this long trip, so she covered her face with a scarf wrapped loosely around her head, neck, and shoulders. The baby cried and whimpered, but the mother did not stop walking. They were headed to a place beyond the uproarious winds; A place beyond the flattened dunes; The land, known as Sunagakure.
Unfortunately for them, the outside of this promised village hidden in the wind, was also known for its desert bandits and assassins. No outsider was aloud to enter the village unless invited by their leader, the Kazekage. The two were being well watched by the disguised dwellers of the sand, those whom in which were invisible to the naked eye. The mother knew of these threats, and did however keep her eyes peeled for any abnormalities hidden in the floating grains of tan rock, but she was also very tired, so she was not as alert as she had so hoped to be.
They were getting closer to the village gates. At a time like this, it was very difficult to tell the difference between illusions and reality, but it was there, a gate standing tall to guard the walled in village beyond. Still, the woman took no time to stop and admire. She couldn't risk something like that where she was. The child cooed in her arms, finally settling down after being tucked in by her mother's slender fingers. It wouldn't be long before they were within the village boarders, and safe from anyone who could do them harm. The woman planned to sneak inside the gates unnoticed by guards. This would be a difficult task, but she seemed up to the challenge, for hidden behind the twirling of her raven hair, there was determination in her oceanic blue eyes.
Eda...
The wind was whispering her name. She was starting to feel uneasy, surrounded even. Her senses were not mistaken, for from the ground there formulated at least eight bandit ninja, ready to attack on the spot. The only thing that they had registered, was the fact that she held a very protected package wrapped up and nuzzled safe in her arms. She stood there, very still, and held her child even closer to her breasts while examining each masked stranger. The hoodlums were circling around her, never stopping their fluctuating movements, till finally, one started the attack.
The woman leaped up in the air, stepping gracefully on the head of the stranger whom was leading the ambush. Her ankles jingled with golden bracelets.
"She's a gypsy!" One of the men shouted for the others to hear. The mother was getting away, and ran as quickly as she could towards the not so far looking village.
"Hurry up and get her!" Their leader shouted. Each of the ninja stumbled around for a moment, till finally, they got their bearings and began to run after her. She was sprinting like wildfire, desperate to protect her infant. There was something about this woman that almost seemed inhuman. The ninja were gaining, there wasn't a moment to lose if they wanted to keep up with this fine stranger and her "packaged goods" that was, in reality, a little baby girl. The mother was beyond desperation now. She needed entry access if she wanted to get away from these elite bandits. To make it all worse, the closer she got to the village gates, the more the wind started to moan and grumble. Surely this would cause the dunes to roar into that of a great sand storm, and it did. The ninja chasing after her were soon swallowed up by the monstrous implosion of sand beneath there feet, and as this may have been a good thing, it was not, for the woman was next to go. It was a race between her, and the forces of nature.
"Are you mad?" The guard nearly stumbled over his words when he saw the frail looking woman with child in arms standing underneath the harshness of the sandstorm behind her. She seemed very weak, too weak to continue her previous plannings.
"Please sir...take the child..." The mother extended out her arms for the man to take the infant from her. The wind was far too strong for her to bare anymore, so the man only agreed to take the girl. Then when the storm grew even harsher, the child's face was revealed from underneath her ragged cloth. She had black hair, and a glowing blue butterfly flower that stayed put upon her head. Her eyes, were also blue.
"The sacred daughter!" Whispered the man from his place, but when he looked up to help the mother in as well, she had already given up, and was swept away by the desert's wrath.