Sakura's POV

Soft green grass danced upon her toes; the child giggled quietly as it tickled her feet. Quickly she glanced around her to be sure that no adults were watching, emotions were frowned upon within the Hikari Clan. Realising no one was around, she stood, humming a song she made up with her best friend and spun in circles. She thought about the boy in her dreams, the dreams the elders of her clan said held the future. The boy was sad and from what she'd seen, he deserved so much better, he deserved the world. She wanted to help him no matter what, she trained everyday so that the boy in her dreams could live happily and safely once she found him. The circles she spun slowed; it was her very own dance. One that held the promise of a lifetime, one that she had only ever relished in whilst alone in nature. The vibrations from the earth beneath her feet made her feel safe, in a place filled with joy and not sorrow.

"Sakura." The child snapped her gaze up and straightened her spine at the sharp tone. Bringing her hands together, she bowed in her Clans traditional ways,

"Older brother, what brings you here?" Her voice completely void of any emotions.

"Your time has been ill spent, little sister. You should be spending your time preparing for the games tonight. Not dancing. You are almost four, not a newborn babe. Start acting your age." He sneered at her in disgust and huffed at her dishonour.

"Of course, elder brother, I apologise for my display of tactlessness." She stated whilst bowing once more.

"Good." He said with a hard look and turned to walk back to the compound.

She had always dreaded this day. The day of the games. She had read in children's books from the nations surrounding them that most children believed games were fun. But this game was different. This game was full of treachery and built on cruelty and the need for survival at all costs. It is something that is meant to teach us the difference between strength and weakness. To teach us that only the strong will survive. The elders of the Hikari Clan separate all children between the ages of 3 and 16 into five different groups, then, they are made to fight to the death. These games originated over hundreds of years ago to occur every 50 years as a part of the Clans tradition, allowing the Clan to name the new Clan Head and their advisors. But in all honest, it was truly just a blood bath, one that Sakura wished she had no part in. However, she had no choice, she either chose not to participate and be killed, or fight to survive. She just hoped, prayed, that her brother or her precious cousin were not placed in the same group as her.

Looking up to the sky, she counted the clouds that resembled rabbits, it always calmed her down, always. Walking through the luscious forest she made her way back to the compound. Her clan was sad and lacked the want for happiness over their bloodthirsty tendencies. They always avoided her; their gazes always dropped when she walked past. She was the girl who could see the future. An abomination. A monster. Dusk drew closer as she stepped into the compounds training grounds along with at least a hundred other children between the ages of three and sixteen.

"Let the game begin."

Luck had not been on Sakura's side. Not only had her brother been placed in the same group as her, but so had her cousin, her best friend, Asahi. Sakura knew that if she didn't do anything, her brother would kill them all in a torturous manner, slow, cruel, and brutally, each child would die until there was only one left standing and nineteen others lying in a pool of their own blood. She knew he would save her and Asahi until last. It was just who he was. Always thirsty for blood. Aching to push his hands into the flesh of a living being and rip them a part.

It was obvious really. Sakura knew what she had to do. Only one could be left alive and she would make sure that person was Asahi. No matter what. She would show mercy and swiftly kill all of them as painlessly as possible and then allow Asahi to kill her. Or worst-case scenario, she would kill herself for Asahi. She'd never be able to bring herself to harm Asahi, she'd rather die.

Lifting her kunai and positioning herself in a fighting stance, she ran forward. Dodging and slitting the throats of all those who came near her until there were only three. Asahi, Sakura, and her elder brother. Dust filled the air and the scent of blood lingered. Time froze, no movements could be seen as Sakura and her elder brother glared at one another. She figured he'd go for her first. She knew he saw Asahi as an easy target, to him it would make more sense to kill the more skilled individual first.

That was her biggest mistake.

Sakura could feel the vibrations of the earth as her brother's weight shifted in preparation for his next move. But he didn't move towards her. No, he moved toward Asahi and sliced through her with his katana. Sakura watched in horror of her only friend dying of asphyxiation. She watched in agony as Asahi collapsed, choking on her own blood.

"Asahi!" She screamed, tears spilling from her eyes. Her brother turned once more to face her, grinning ear to ear. Sakura gasped in pain, her left eye burning in excruciatingly unbearable pain, she felt the blood leak from her socket, down her cheeks and into her mouth. She would have checked to see if her eye was still there, if she had not realised that her brother had begun screaming in pain. A blood-curling, gut-wrenching scream. Blood was streaming freely from his eyes, ears and nose and he even began choking some out. He fell to his knees.

"What have you done to me! Monster!" His screams of agony filled the air but fell short as he went face first into the ground and stopped moving. Dead.

It was then when Sakura realised exactly what they wanted from her. They wanted a monster. A tool. Sakura wasn't a pacifist by any means but that didn't mean that she enjoyed killing or would ever enjoy killing. However, this was unavoidable. If they wanted a monster, she'd give them one. She'd kill every single one of them to save future generations from the heartache of Clan traditions. It would be better that the clan never existed rather than having future generations of children going through the pain she suffered through. She made this decision, she would carry this burden on her shoulders, so no one else would have to.

This, is how, a small child at the tender age of three, became the murderer of the Hikari Clan. They all fell like slaughtered birds.