Here's another that I've been working on.

For me, crafting a Salem story has been a bit of a struggle on how to make it functional.

Same with Sienna, honestly.

So let's see how this concept turned out, shall we?

Here is Darkness Falls and the Sun Rises.


It was over…

It was finally over.

Her curse had finally been broken. Yet…

She felt empty inside.

The sensation was odd to her. Light had filled her being as they saw the united front of the people of Remnant… Ozma had finally achieved what he had so desired and released too…

All because those four girls continued to stand up against her…

She scoffed. Whatever achieved her grandest desire… Even if she couldn't take those foolish Gods with her…

"You have been broken for a long time."

Crimson voids snapped open. What was this? She was alive again! No! This was far from what she wanted!

And whose voice was that?!

Calmly scanning around her, she found this area peculiar. It looked as if she was walking in the night sky… The light sparkled all around her like the stars.

And her eyes concentrated on a single figure that formed before her. A mechanical woman? But her insides… Were made of tree roots?

What was this woman? And why didn't she possess her power in this realm? What was suppressing it?

"Who are you?" She demanded, seething at the figure before her. How dare she bring her to this domain? She finally had what she desired…

"I go by many names." The robotic woman simply responded, immune to the pressure the opposing woman was attempting to pressure her with. "I create the stars and build worlds… And when it fades, I build it anew… You may call me the Blacksmith."

Snarling, her gaze dilating, Salem gnashed her teeth. This woman claimed to be the creator of worlds? Was she like them?

"I can see the pain that permeates through you…" The Blacksmith continued, her hollow gaze solely focused on her. "That drives you to disrupt the balance and harmony of the world… Those boys have only just learned their lesson and corrected a mistake they made long ago. …But they didn't fix you. Allow me."

Her eyes shimmered, rage boiling and bubbling within. "Don't you dare! I may not have gotten everything I desired… But my greatest wish was granted!"

"Yes, yes, it was." The Blacksmith nodded but did not take her attention from Salem. "Yet you still carry no remorse for your mistake… Those boys were correct in their punishment of you… You need to learn the errors of your mistakes."

Salem's eyes glinted sinisterly. She was livid! She wasn't being granted her release after all this time…

If only she could…

"No," The Blacksmith gripped Salem's wrist as she attempted to reach out and grasp her. "You still need further repair before I can grant you your escape…"

"And I know exactly where to send you for it."


Several years have passed… Nine if the amount of birthdays her family had thrown her was to tell.

She had been reborn and had to start life from the beginning. It was highly agitating for her… But it was but a blink of an eye for her.

She had lived for eons. And she was patient. Yet… How she despised this new life of hers. Was this supposed to be the lesson she learned? By giving her a family that was a significant downgrade from her father…

And she hated that man.

Her new father was an incompetent and ineffectual leader of the Land of Fire. The leader of the military village was his superior… They only swore allegiance due to their wealth and his influence. Otherwise, they were self-sufficient…

But she was already subtly manipulating the man. Twisting him and controlling him to her whims… So easy.

The repugnant woman that she was forced to call her mother only cared for her selfish desires. Throughout her short life span on Earth, she spent more time receiving care from their servants or being alone instead of seeing her parents, only mingling with her much older brother, who checked on her frequently.

She, too, was easy to control. With a little riches and trinkets and that stupid cat, she was swayed without issue.

Add onto her medical condition, and they couldn't deny her. They struggled to come to terms with the fact that she was unique. Couldn't diagnose her condition and were left broken. Hmph, she had this condition long before coming here… Earth's doctors would never be able to identify Grimmification.

Grimm didn't exist in this world… Or at least they didn't before.

Her magic had returned, and with what she had learned in her long life span, she could create more from herself. But this was not a world where she could abuse her powers… The people of this world were more potent than Remnants.

She needed to be far more careful, especially around the shinobi. While the average shinobi was nothing more than fodder, something she could easily handle, she had seen what the elites were capable of… And it put the Huntsman of Remnant to shame… Even the Maidens would not be considered exceptional.

Even at her full capacity, or if Ozma was here and hadn't separated his powers, they would still be far from the strongest. She knew how capable some were…

She had gone with her brother when he was delegated for negotiation with the Land of Wind delegation several years ago. While on the trail to the neutral meeting site in the Land of Iron, they were raided by a well-organized bandit outfit led by several ex-shinobi. She thought she would have had to reveal her capability and teach them a lesson…

But one of the masked guards with silver hair handled the situation effortlessly. He didn't even break a sweat…

If he had existed in Remnant, she would have had to be more meticulous with her planning. And he wasn't even the strongest in his village…

She knew what she had to do. If she wanted to stand a chance in this world… She would need to learn from these shinobi.

And use her knowledge to bow them to her will.

It would take time. But she was patient. All she had to do was make the first move.

"Father, I wish to learn at the Shinobi Academy. I wish to become one."


Peering around her new surroundings, looking bemused, Salem's void red eyes gleamed with amusement. So many young children came here to learn. To prove their worth.

She could only imagine Ozma's classrooms for his Academy were similar in some ways. She scoffed at the thought. No, Ozma would never use child soldiers… Which is why he nearly failed. It was the children who stopped me.

Her expression soured, her eyes combing over the class once more. Ignoring most of the unruly children awkwardly gazing at her. To think she would have to step foot in another classroom… Disgusting. …But this was a necessary step if she wished to rule this world…

And rule it with an iron fist.

"Class!" Salem's attention, along with the rest of the class, was drawn to the instructor who brought her in. "We have a new student to introduce today, so quiet down and pay attention!"

Umino Iruka, she believed that was what he introduced himself as. She didn't pay too much attention to him. Seemed unremarkable.

No, what she was interested in were the students here… Who displayed talent to rise to the top. Who had unique abilities she found useful.

Who she could easily manipulate to follow her.

"Ugh, what is wrong with her?"

"She looks so pale!"

"What's wrong with her eyes?!"

She frowned and repressed a snarl. Of course, these were children she was dealing with… How annoying.

She would mark those insignificant specks for disposal later. They were hardly worth her time.

"Mah, shaddap, would ya?!" A boisterous voice yelled at the murmur, drawing her attention toward someone she had deemed unremarkable upon entering this room. "You're so annoying!"

"Look who's talking!"

"Like you are any different, dead last!"

"You're just as much of a freak as she is, Naruto!"

"Oiy, ya wanna go!" The blonde boy, identified as Naruto, leapt from his chair and shook his fist.

Salem rolled her eyes at the childish display before her. It seemed like they all were hardly worth her time… But that quote at the end…

As much of a freak as she was? Interesting. What would make him be singled out in such a way?

Perhaps he was someone she could manipulate for now… Henchmen were always necessary.

"Enough chatter!" The class all shuddered and focused in their seats, all completely focused on Iruka as his head grew in size with an illusion.

Salem's eyes glistened with amusement. A subtle usage of intent to command his students to listen? A thin smirk graced her lips. Imposing his superiority on them while masking it behind a stupid technique…

But she pursed her lips. Several students were unaffected by it… Including the blonde boy called a freak.

That was interesting. Perhaps he was more remarkable than she first anticipated.

…Wouldn't have been the first time she underestimated a child.

"That's better," Iruka muttered and crossed his arms, giving them a prolonged stare before softly smiling toward her. "Now, we have a new student to introduce… Would you like the honor, Madame Sh…"

"I do not go by that name." She stated with authority, her dark eyes gleaming into Iruka's before she stepped forward, losing a fraction of her aura upon those in the room. "You may address me as Salem and nothing else. I am here because I want to be, not because of who my father is."

She repressed a satisfied smirk. Everyone in the room, including her instructor, wavered before her intent. That was more like…

Her eyes squinted. No, there were two that resisted it?

A boy with raven hair…

And the kid called Naruto?

Salem smirked. Now, that was something. She hadn't expected that… These two she would pay attention to…

And take under her wing.

"I will take my rightful place on top…" Salem announced, flickering her hand through her long, braided white hair.

"And I will become the Hokage."


I do hope you enjoyed this concept!

Let me know if you would like to see this or any others be made into a full story!

The more interaction of a concept I see, the more willing I am to turn it into a story.

A Wayward Kitsune and the Lonesome Heiress, still working on that title, will be moving into production here shortly.

But for now, I bid you all a wonderful day!

Peace.