OMFG! I hate this! Not very good my ss. Was I really this bad before? Let's try again shall we? OG story will be kept as chapter one.
For anything and everything there is a price that must be paid. If you want something you must offer something in return.
It was long ago that this story was first told. No one was sure how old it was then, and its been even longer now. It started in a small village, Hidden in the forest nestled near the base of a mountain.
The world around it was divided into nine kingdoms, each watched over by a different god. But these god had long since been away from the world, and faded from most minds, but every so often, you would find a place that still believed. But none believed in the gods so much as this village, shadowed by the mountain the god of their land was said to dwell.
For a great time the lands lived in peace. But human hearts have always held discord. When the wars began, the lands divided, and countless would lose their lives.
The small village in the gods shadow, began to pray for protection and peace. They had no army, and few that could fight and even fewer that where willing to. They prayed but nothing changed.
When the fires of the war could be seen along the horizon, the village began to mourn their home. But a lone priest woke the night of the blood moon, having had a vision from the god.
That the God would do nothing for them, unless the villagers proved themselves. The villagers began to panic wondering what a God could possibly want from them. After hours of fear a worrier stood. He was the second son of the Uchiha, leader of what little forces the village had. He said that he, without fear, would venture into the mountain and ask the God himself, what they could offer for his protection.
The villagers, without any other choice, allowed him passage into the sacred path, leading to the gods alter. Days passed and the worrier was not seen again, all the while the war was drawing nearer. The fires bright enough to keep them awake.
They feared they had angered the god by allowing the man passage, and prayed for forgiveness and safety.
As the armies approached the small village the few worriers, they had stood tall and proud awaiting the moment they would die protecting their home. As the sun began to rise on the approaching soldiers, the sky came alive.
Bright colors that had never graces the sky before lit up and in them was the spirits of the nine gods that had created the 9 lands. But one was missing. As the light began to move as if alive, the god of old, came running out of his mountain home along the aurora to stand before the waring ones.
As the nine tailed fox god landed on the earth, the worrier that had been sent to beg the God stood tall on its back like a knight on their steed. Now indued with the power to protect his people, he raised his sword and he cut though their hatred.
He drove the hate out of their hearts, and healed the wounds from both sides. He then told them that no matter the reason, nothing was worth all this blood and death. With a howl from the god the man was alone before them. With a whisper, he maid them forget why they warred, so they would never do so again.
The armies returned home and with the last of the light given to him, the worrier helped to rebuild the land that had been destroyed, heling the trees and crops grow again.
As he returned home, he was hailed as a hero. As they began to celebrate, he stopped them. He only had till night fall, to return to the god. He told them how the power he used had come at the cost of his life. He was given one last day then he was to return to the caves and pay the price he owed the demon.
The villagers began to weep for him. They begged for his life, for him to flee and live, but he simply said, the price was worth the power to protect them.
The villagers in thanks, adorned him in the finest clothes, fed him the best of the crops, and he drank the finest wine. A fitting last meal for a hero that had saved them all. He was given offerings for the god, both as thanks and as a hope their hero would be spared his life.
He told them not to be angry with the fox god, as everything comes at a price. To instead be grateful that he had heard them. As he walked back into the cave, he told them that the best way to thank him would be to never forget him. That even the dead can live, if they stay in the memories of those that knew them….
Holy Heck! I have no idea where this came from and still have no clue what it means or why I any did this. ADHD to the rescue!