Introduction: Thari Taaya.
I am Fate-locked Fragile Bird, or in the Old language, the one my clan used for naming, Thari Taaya.
Few elders of my old home would use the proper, the exact translation for our clan name, Fate-locked. I am not proud of it-in fact, I hate it. But I am the last of them, so when I die so too will all knowledge of our wretched way of living.
Living as if nothing is changeable.
Of course, the flames that killed all but me were locked in place too.
People make choices. There are many possibilities as to where life will go because of these choices.
If the guards had listened when the Fire-Puppets called a warning then maybe they would still be alive. But they thought it was a false alarm.
Many people-the entirety of Yabungakure no Sato, the Village Hidden in the Night were killed because of this breach in protocol.
Fire is what I remember of that night.
Fire all around me, unbearable heat, and a layer of water surrounding me close, keeping me alive. Screams of dead-but-living, screams of absolute terror, rage, pain, and helplessness. None tried to fight it though, for they all believed that they would die that day, that that was their fate.
The horrid smells of burning hair and flesh, smells of things that should not ever touch fire.
I was rescued from the ashes by ANBU from Konohagakure no Sato. That is now my home.
The medics of Konoha tried to help me relinquish the memories to ease the pain, but nothing worked. The memories would overwhelm me every time.
I was so weak.
But the hopelessness of Konoha's children exceeded even mine. I was more skilled then them. None could hope to draw near my capabilities. The Elemental Puppetmaster Jutsu would crush any who dared face me, for water, that which I control with chakra strings, is everywhere. It is even inside my opponents. They are therefore mine to control as I wish.
My clan would have outcast me for such a dark technique, but although I mourn them I never respected them. Two boys attempted to befriend me here, which was unusual amidst the hate and fear that the other students radiate when I enter a room. One of them stopped, thankfully.
A few days after that, a new girl came. I would see her exiting the counselor's office when I went there. She was interesting, if only because she was new. I was curious about her skill level.
She was just as weak as the rest of them, the coward.
Strangely, another new girl arrived after several months. I recognized her from the medical core, but was surprised to see her in school. From what I had seen of her, I had gathered that she was a psychological patient.
She was attacking the medics with much ferocity, when I first saw her, and her silver-veiled-blue eyes contained the expression of a cornered beast while her white hair whipped about her person wildly. Midway through the fight, her eyes began to glow red. The medics back away and looked at her with caution. The mysterious girl was surrounded by them, so she kept altering her stance to try and see them all as she glared at them.
Her eyes showed fear, which I found intriguing.
After a few minutes her eyes began to appear bloodshot. One of the medics said "We want to help you."
Surprisingly, her eyes brimmed with tears. As they fell to the floor, it was clear that they were mixed with blood.
She swayed a bit.
The medical ninjas that were escorting me had me move on at this point.
I was feeling quite sorry for myself at that time, but I had pitied her for some reason.
I examine that memory in hopes that I will find out why.