Author's note: Yo. I'm new here, well as new as I can get .. Thing is, I have been lurking around this site for some time and thought I'd try my luck. Not sure how this story will go but I'll do my best. Anyways, this is only the prologue and I'll try to come up with the first chapter soon so you can get an idea of what I'm trying to do here. Well, that's kinda it. Review, comment and all that jazz. Yadda Yadda, nobody pays attention to the author's note.
Disclaimer:Unfortunately, Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.
With that out of the way, here is the prologue. Kinda short but you'll have to bear with me. The length and the frequency of posting will vary. Depends of my free time. That's it. Thanks for dropping by :3 I'll try to not disappoint you. Ciao!
Prologue
There's such a fine line between despair and madness. And the shinobi world that he created with the purpose of peace is slowly but surely falling apart.
It all began with the wish to have a meaning in the universe, to not be forgotten but with the way things are going, not even the world itself will have a significance.
His pain grew in time, from the times when he tried creating a means for his people to be unique. In a way, he knew Kaguya-hime would consume the forbidden fruit, that may be why he prohibited her from getting too close to the tree. Therefore, the use of chakra became a means of power, although the abject despair that followed did not cover the meaning behind his creation.
Seeing his precious children killing each other, feeling the hatred growing and the bodies dropping, at some point he started thinking if it was a really wise idea to let people have a means to destroy themselves. But that thought quickly faded away; by the time the child of prophecy was born, he started having some sort of faith, trying to cling onto some hope that maybe, just maybe, this world has a chance, however small it may be. For a while, he was certain that everything will lead to a great path in which shinobi and civilians alike will live in peace. Well, to a point , that escalated quite quick and his doubt subtly made its way back. By the time the fourth war rushed forwards, he came to the conclusion that there was no salvation. They were his children, hence seeing them act in such a degrading way left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He knew the cause. Apart from giving them the surge of power to stand for themselves, the source of the darkness and hatred that seized easily most of the people was another. He was rather ashamed at this point, because it was all his fault. He should have known that counting on the people to overcome their madness by themselves was no easy feat and by no means with no scars left behind.
And if he had enough power to fix things up, he would, but that wasn't the case.
His beloved wife knew what she was doing, destroying the last thing he held dear.
But things won't go as she planned, because there was no way he would let his world crumble. He would save his people, no matter the cost.
Well, this was it. I'm not sure it went up to your expectations but I'm trying to improve so any constructive criticism that doesn't involve jabs, bashing and such will be very welcome. Please note that this is my first fic, so that may be the cause but I won't go and drown myself in pity because of it. Thanks for reading, I'll try to post the next chapter real soon !