PROLOGUE!

Our tale begins as many as them do, with a boy, but not just any boy, mind you, this boy was a special boy. Once upon a time but not so long ago this special boy had the ability to do whatever he so much as wished. Well, almost anything. But with one fatal choice this special boy's dreams and wishes shattered and came hurdling around him leaving nothing more than a sliver of hope covered in vengeance.

Itachi ran. He ran for his life, from shame but most of all he ran for hope.

His fragile heart thudded against his chest as he flew through the large morose trees of his former country, Kohonaha.

I must put as much distance as possible between us as possible, was his only thoughts.

Dark shadows fell over him partially, hiding him from the moons radiant light. The boy was running on autopilot.

Blood covered his senses; the smell of copper pungent in his nostrils, dark flecks of dried plasma under calloused fingers, a bitter mixture of bile and metal in his throat ,yet last but not least his eyes which seemed to be drowning in crimson as it burn and blurred his vision. Faintly he could still hear the imaginary screams of his murdered kin ringing in his ears. The boy gulped, pressing against instincts to puke up the acids in his stomach and claw out his own blood red eyes while images and a dark hiss of a chuckle entered his ears.

He pushed forward.

A/N: The story begins in the next CHAPTER!