Hello, everybody, I'm back. I know your probably wondering where did I even go, well first off I moved alot and for a year I didnt even have Internet connection. On top of all of that I honestly didn't have the muse to write anymore. Alot of stuff happened in my life causing alot changes to happen to me. My grandfather just passed away a year ago and then a whole fiasco with my mom happened but at least it brought me closer to my lord Jesus. I still have my own personal battles I, myself, am dealing with and on top of that I work 40 hours a week and help out my stepdad around the house as his helper, ect, ect so I haven't had time to write or been in the mood.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of its characters. I only own the story I'm writing write now and the characters that may spawn becasue of it.
Naruto: Dragon Tempo
By: Hyuuga Reborn
Chapter 1: Prologue
The sound of battle could be heard everywhere across a large mountain and it's surrounding forests. Two warriors fought at the peak near the edge of cliffside with old, worn faces carved into the sides that over looked the ruins of a village of era long past. One warrior was wearing black armor and using a shield and battle lance against the other. The other warrior was wearing red armor reminiscent of that of a samurai countering the opposing opponent with a katana. With a resounding clang the katana snapped against the hardened shield of the black knight. The swordsman eyes widened as he tried to jump back but it was to late the knight already plunged his lance into the swordsman's lower chest.
"It's all over now. Dragon-spawn." The black knight stated as he lifted his lance causing the swordsman to slide down the shaft further.
The swordsman glared at the lance-man before spitting blood on the knights helmet, "Killing me won't stop the rebellion."
"No." The red eyes of the knight locked with the gold of swordsman, "but it's a start. I'll cast aside the trash you are."
With a swing of his lance the black knight flung the wounded swordsman to the ruins below. As the so called dragon-spawns fell towards the ruined village he hit several trees and ended up landing through the roof of an old building, his broken body resting on a pile of several old scrolls. The blood flowed across the old parchments causing one of them to glow as his blood seeped into it. The last thing the swordsman looked at before his vision faded to black was the worn face with three whiskers one side and something glint in the sun as it fell towards him. The knight in black looked down at the the body of his former rival before turn around to eld the rebellion the swordsman mentioned before, not seeing the body disappear in a flash of light.