I do not own any character from Naruto! I do own this plot line though!

Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction and I am excited to share it with all of you :D It is going to be a Sasuke x Naruto story with a side of Sakura x Hinata, so if you don't like Boy x Boy or Girl x Girl you won't like this story! NO comments about how it is so"gay"... This story will be rated M for language and the chance of gore in a later chapter, no lemons or anything since it would probably stink.

Constructive comments are welcomed but I will not tolerate any hurtful/mean/inappropriate comments.

Thanks and I hope you enjoy c:

A slight glow broke through the dark tree line. Its amber color standing out against the bleak, dead pines. A cold gust gathered and scattered the newly fallen snowflakes. The glow, gathering space, refuses to be covered by the frozen substance. The once slightly existent light grew and grew until it became a prominent heat, releasing grey clouds into the night sky.

Connecting this heated spot to the rest of the world sat a dark, cold road. The sound of hooves erupts, awakening the quiet forest. A coach carriage rolls to a stop at the beginning of the road. Its silver embellishments glistening from the light of the growing warmth. "Dear!" A woman gasp, quickly grabbing the shoulder of the dreaming man next to her. "Wake up! There is a fire!"

This sentence awoke the man, jolting in his spot abruptly and causing him to hit his head on the roof of the coach. Clutching his head and resting his arms on his knees, he groans. Once realization reaches the man, a mixed look of surprise and fear approach his features. "Fire?! Where?" He exclaims, patting himself down to inspect his physical well-being.

"Beyond the trees" A slim finger directed towards the dancing flames.

"But that's…" His eyes widened as recognition hit him. "We must hurry, maybe they have escaped." The man swung open the carriage door, "We must make haste!" he yelled to the stoic coachman above.

"Yes, your majesty." Was the reply muttered from the stone-faced man. He then conducted them to do so. With sounds of recognition to their master's commands, the white stallions quickened their pace towards the destination.

As distance lessened, the once small glow grew into a kingdom from hell. Each building crumbling under the dead weight of its charred structure. The kingdom, amongst the crackling of the coals and embers, was quiet. No screams to be hear, no begging or pleading to a deity for deliverance from the pain and suffering. Snowflakes turned to nothing as they fell upon what used to be a fire. The coach rattled as it embarked through the once burning graveyard, its destination being the heart of the chaos.

The castle stood, someone erect, its stone turned black from the past flames. The tragic scene reflected off the forming tears in the woman's brown eyes. Her handing clutching her blue necklace in hope of gaining some strength. Eventually, the horses cried as they halted at the stoop of the castle. The carriage door swung open, nearly hitting the coachman's face. The frantic king dashed full speed towards the doors of the castle.

"Wait!" The woman howled, starting to run after her love. The coachman grabbed her wrist, pulling her back towards the carriage.

"If you may pardon my abruptness, his highness would not want you to be injured." He bowed his head, his long, dark hair fluttered over his broad shoulders. The woman sobbed, feeling dread seed in her stomach.

With ripped pieces of his cloak tied to his hands, the king burst open the gigantic doors, eyes searching for his beloved friend. All around him tapestries were burning, wood charred, and bodies lying burned and boiled. On the king went, room to room while dealing with lingering smoke. Finally, orange painted doors revealed to the man what he searched for. "No…" he gasped out, a tiny whimper escaping his mouth.

A burned, but distinctive, female body lay on the bed. Her face buried under the fallen bed canopy. The body of a man sprawled on the floor, his arms outstretched towards a second door. "No!" The king screamed as he pulled and tugged at the canopy's fabric. Through the heat and burning of his hands, he ripped the fabric to reveal the face of the female noble, her skin reddened and peeling. At this sight, the king bounded toward the fallen male. The once extravagant clothing, now blackened and ripped, showed torn skin. The unknown man lay on his side, the half of his face that was revealed to the king was unrecognizable due to ripped skin and bursting blisters. His majesty hesitated, fearing what he would discover. After recovering his courage, he turned over the decayed noble.

Half of the man's face, previously hidden from the king's sight, was covered in soot and red patches. His majesty brushed the blackened dust off his comrade's face, a tear fell which led to an uncontrollable sob. The teardrops pooled near the noble's stretched arm. Noticing this strange position, the king followed its direction to the second door.

Above the frame sat a charred tapestry, indicating the door was not meant to be found by just anyone. Standing once more, the king somberly walked to the door and kicked it down. A flight of spiraling stairs shone in the limited moonlight peeking through the stone. It beckoned him, so he ascended seemingly lead by a strange force.

Snow accumulating constantly as his highness climbed the stairwell. Flakes glazed and danced on the king's face as happened on an open trapdoor. Cautiously the king peeked his head through the opening. A small child lay in the fetal position in the corner of the tower's room. The room's windows were shattered and torn open, allowing the swirling snow to enter and rest upon the floor. Even with his skin paling due to the cold, the young boy's cheeks were a lively pink. Shock and relief wash over the king's face, a small breathy laugh broke the silence of the small room. "So they had a child…"

A figure emerged from the castle which caused the queen rise from her spot on the stoop of the carriage doorway. Her cheeks moistened once again as she called for her love. "Jiraiya?" It was then that she noted the small body huddled in his highness' arms. The blonde queen hurried up to the duo asking while out of breath, "Did they…-?"

The king downcast his gaze away from his wife, silently answering her question. The queen gazed at the young child wrapped in her love's arms. Gently she took the young boy into her grasp, noting the child to be no older than three or four, this caused the boy to stir. Burying himself into the chest of the queen, craving the warmth and shaking madly while doing so. The royal lady removed her cloak and bundled the fragile figure in the thick fabric. Silence fell upon the small group as they re-entered the carriage, the stoic coachman returning to his post above the carriage.

As the child fell asleep once more, now in the warmth and comforting arms of her highness, she re-adjusted the wrappings. The queen noted a roll of parchment stuffed into the waistline of the child. Motioning to her husband, the king softly maneuvered the roll loose. The king gripped the parchment tight as he came upon the rushed lines.

"Jiraiya, my dear friend."

"I am rushed in writing this, there have been attacks upon my domain. I regret we will not have the feast and merriment I had promised you. I will not likely make it and if I may pass I want you to take in my beloved son, Naruto. He practices rebellious behavior, but we trust you will raise him well."

"Forever Grateful,"

"Minato (and Kushina)"

After a meager silence, her highness caressed the newly scarred cheeks of the blond boy. Brushing out the soot and melting snow that were diluting the boy's hair, she whispered "Naruto… Welcome to the family." A slight feeling of hope pushed forward through the tragedy.

That is the prologue! :3

I think this is a good starting point for the upcoming adventure :)

See you in chapter 1!