People fear the unknown. The unseen. To be unable to control what stands before them is a fear unparalleled. Because the unknown is powerful.
That is where the children of the Mist are born.
The mist is a terrifying thing. A dense fog that settles over your vision, blocking you from seeing anything. It makes even fully seasoned shinobi hesitant. Not for the blindness, they have faced more than blindness in their life, but because death awakens in their minds instead.
But it's not the mist itself that makes them cautious, however it is what lies within the mist is what makes them weary.
In the mist hides a silent walk of death. Nameless and faceless beings prowl in the mist, patrolling and defending what is theirs. They defend themselves. Because in the mist, all they have is themselves.
But they do not stray from the mist. Because the mist is their cage. In the confined mist, they lay in waiting for their next prey. Be it one that walked in on its own, unaware, or one that was thrown in for them to eat.
They are volatile. The mist is a dangerous place. Not only to outsiders, but to the ones who live in the mist as well.
Only the strong survive in the mist. The mist will tear them apart if they are weak. The mist brings them from the ground and makes them strong.
As children, they are weak. The mist does not want them to serve it. The mist beats them into the ground. The mist wrecks them beyond comprehension in order to foster it's very best soldiers.
Now they are strong. It does not matter whether or not they are still children. The strong will slaughter the weak. This is the way of the mist.
The mist is relentless. It will attack all that enter it's domain. There is no distinction of enemies and allies in the mist. Not even between friends and family. There is only the prey and the predator. None shall escape it's clutches.
As the mist starts to close in on itself, the predators begin to escape. Because now the cage will not provide what they need. It will not satisfy their bloodthirst. And the prey, who's corpses lay around them, have become boring. The cage has become weak.
And in its final moments, the mist wraps itself in it's traitorous brethren. It gifts them with a part of the mist. It gifts them with the power of silent death. It blinds them to death.
The power of fear and blindness now rests in their hands. The mist will make them a legacy. Not to the village, but a legacy of the mist, of the fog, itself.
They will lay waste to the world as the end nears.
I am backkkkkk. It's 2016 yoooo. Anyways. Here's the chappie/prologue for Kiri. I'll be kicking it off this year with Kisame in the next chappie. So wait for that.
And many, many thanks to the guest who reviewed. It really made my day. I have literally never been so happy.
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