To whom it may concern,

I know this may seem strange to people, let alone myself, but it is only a matter of time. I do not know just how long it will be until the time comes, but it will. Don't doubt that. Unfortunately, all I can really do to prepare is send you this. However, to be sure that this reaches the right people, I made this so that only someone with my grandfather's power could open access to what lies within. I know this may seem scary, perhaps even terrifying, but as long as my father, and our friends, the Elemental Generals, are by your side, Keeper of Darkness, Vessel of the Void, my cousin will fail.

First, is base knowledge of the beginning.

What is our interest with the heart?

Why are we like moths and flame?

Is there something that makes us start?

Is there something we truly blame?

Does it hold the deep dark truth

Of Light and Darkness shown?

Are they mere terms for simple ethics?

Or were they by the Abyss grown?

This is how the strange story goes

You can call it whatever you willingness

Nothingness bored, a Light discovered

Dark to balance the Earthen hill

A son, jealous of his father

A peace that was not to last

With Chaos' manipulations

The die of war was cast

The balance broken, the world sundered

The Light's help, the Dark was scorn

Until the day the Abyss returns

To mend that which was torn

And now, how to know I speak the truth, for this is how my grandfather, Lord Void, would return to mend that which was torn.

It can be said that the world was once built upon legends. Things usually too great or too terrifying for mankind to understand or believe. However, some legends are darker than others.

This is the legend of Void Heart, the Obliterator.

Not much is really known about this monster, and what is known is little more than mere speculation. A mass of darkness, a beast of dark flame, a harbinger of storms – but a few of the descriptions given to it over the years. But among them, a few things persist throughout: a body of black vapors and lightning, shrouded by equally black clouds dancing with lightning hanging over it, blocking it from a person's sight even more.

What most don't say anything about is the eyes. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul, but even they would like to say otherwise when they see the pain and anger within its eyes. Understandable, when they don't know that Void Heart is actually looking for something he lost.

The missing piece of his heart.

But what could cause something like this?

The story goes that Void Heart was a young child once. An orphan boy, hated for an unknown burden, desperately wishing for someone to care. And late one night, while trying to sleep in his room at the town orphanage, he was suddenly awoken by the manager's rough hands.

"Get up!" the elder lady said. "Your time here is up, monster!"

"Wha?" the boy said, fearful. "Why?" He couldn't understand why this was happening to him. Why did they hate him so much? Why was he so alone?

"Like that matters," she snapped at him. "just get out and stay out!" Next thing he knew, his side was hurting from the rocky ground outside of the orphanage and the doors were closed.

With the lack of witnesses, all anyone really knew was that it was night time when it all happened. The exact details, such as what else was going on, the time, and the exact location, were unfortunately 'lost.' But at least his actions relatively managed to transcend through time to us.

Upset, alone, and hurt, he stood up, and wandered off, hands holding his sides in hunger and pain, looking for a safe place to spend the rest of the night. Scared of the possibility of someone else attacking him, he knew not where he went. Just that anywhere was better than there.

Eventually, he came across a man running off. However, the man didn't seem to even notice the boy. But the boy did notice the man drop something.

"H-hey!" he tried to call out after the man, but the man was long gone. Still afraid, the child grew curious of the object the man had dropped. No one is really sure about what happened next, just that all that can really be said about that decision is this: he would've been better off leaving the area when he had the chance.

Anyone that could say they were witness to it in some way, could tell you about the explosion and dust cloud that showed up, but certainly not what happened to the boy. Let aloe what he personally felt and saw. All that pain and devastation he felt, torturing him to his very soul.

Bruised, broken, and dying in a pool of his own blood, the child's last thought before death took him was Why?

But the pain he felt during the attack that killed him was nothing compared to what came after he died, for even if his head and body were done, his heart wasn't. No human, living or otherwise, should feel like you're being tortured in a thousand ways as you're steadily pulled apart and put back together at the same time. Even if you were in what most would call 'The deepest, darkest pits of Hell itself.'

In the end, after what seemed like ages, his heart finally won, pulling him back from death's lands. It did come at a great cost, though, as heart fractured, with but a small sliver keeping it from falling apart.

Upon his return from death, the young boy's eyes fluttered open only to see the downed body of a man with a pretty big bag. Apparently the man had tripped and fallen near him. But it was what he said after the bag started squirming that sealed both of their fates.

"Quiet, you little brat!" the man hissed, slapping the bag. "Hopefully the boss will let me play with you, but he'll probably want to keep you as his personal toy."

The man was kidnapping a little girl, and had plans that would've destroyed her. That was the final blow that not just separated the pieces of his heart, but completely shatter the sliver holding them together, sending the piece representing the boy's light careening out of his body. Where it went was never known. But now, with nothing but darkness and pain left within him, the transformation began.

As the man was about to get up, the boy suddenly grabbed the man's ankle, startling him. The thunder clouds and lightning bolts started rolling in as the boy stared the man in the eyes and growled. His eyes grew darker, like hell-fire. Nails lengthened into black claws, hair growing wilder and pitch black. Getting up onto all fours, the boy started steaming with black smoke. Shaking, he let go of the man just before he leaned back and roared as a bolt struck, momentarily blinding both the man and the girl in the bag. When the man could see again, he was terrified at what he saw.

A hulking beast of black smoke, eyes of fiery purple. Lightning danced over its body and in the sky above. The man could see a silhouette of a tail behind it, but couldn't quite make out any other details from the pitch-black clouds over head. It seemed to simply stare at him, until he attempted to stand up, which it then lunged at him.

You can imagine what happened nest after I say that all they found of the man was an electrically-charged pile of flesh and bone that was toxic purple in color. And they weren't sure if it was actually the man to begin with. All because the light that resided in the boy...was gone.

And it's been searching for that light ever since, wanting to be complete once more, but all it knew was to destroy whatever stood in its way, especially whatever hurt it. It doesn't have to be a physical hurt the creature feels, by the way. It could be any kind of hurt, including mental, spiritual, and emotional.

Now, you're probably wondering about how I would know of all this, let alone in such detail? Well, fun fact about most legends.

Sometimes, they're true.

Sincerely,

Order

I know this looks like more confusion that help, but this is meant to be a part of the base story I have going for Naruto in particular. All I'll say, is that Order has foresight, and learned of Naruto, Hinata, and Void Heart.

Please don't criticize how badly this may be. I'm not even close to being a professional writer.