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[Nappers]

The Crimson Dawn

The Requiem of Konohagakure No Sato

Martyrs of Love; the War of Ages.

There was once an assembly of shinobi from the land of Fire. More specifically, Konohagakure no Sato; where some of the greatest ninjas to ever live came in to this world from. Perhaps even the most revered village, impressing its figures to the world; sharing its Flame about. Many years in the deep past, ruptures between Kumo and Konoha had already spurred up from a single man. Unbeknownst to the group of Gennin that willingly would pledge themselves to him, in any vouch for the future of their families. For it was known in their hearts that they were indeed of the Konoha bloodline; their families would be expected to lead their own assault on the oppression for their unique kin. It was only a matter of time for the Minutes to fold to Midnight. It was the moment of Dusk and the souls had already experienced a fraction of the man's power; the same man that shook the two nations in years past. Had he lived for hundreds of years?

Night Falls; Relinquishing Friendship

Those who had strung together began to fall. The handful turned to few; their horrors continued throughout. Those who survived lived one nightmare after another; yet their Flame did not cusp; in the face of death, their resilience grew. The shinobi were taken on trials and tribulations, all in otherworldly stature. Death struck all around them, all that was left was three.

Starlit Sky; The Brotherhood Three

Perhaps there were things left to the three remaining shinobi that they had not experienced when traveling between comprehension. One fallen one was found, reunited with the Brotherhood, a fourth was added to their ranks. One by one, the sections of the village took up arms against Kumo, for even some saw beyond the so-called ‘peace' established. The united made one's final pull to break free, their last place to liberate; the infamous womb of the Anbu.

Had it all been for nothing; Were their lives in Vain?

The conclusion of the battle that sought the leaves in Konoha a new shade; a shade of red, blood. Many had fallen that day, Kumo and Konoha, yet the Four had not. Until the end, where the man that in some twisted allowance of forces beyond this life to control; disappeared. His story was left finished, the pages had no binding, the attack failed. After the day that still buzzed around their minds, they would not give up. The Brotherhood retraced to the Past for answers, the Fourth found his way to other Resistances to aid in their battle. A son of Konoha would share his influence to those in foreign land.

Another Fallen One found; Has hope not died yet?

Another man from the original group had been salvage throughout the land. Though changed, he still survived off some strange riddle of fate. But at what price? When that man was found; a member of the Brotherhood fell in to the shades, disappearing from all knowledge. Soon after that one of the Brothers returned to the site of all the deaths in the past, where he was met by the other Brother. The Second told of his own journey, where his shinobi ways would not be needed. He would need to take it, leaving the one Brother alone. All which lived around him, now died. With the scars of love, loss and pain, the lone Brother lives, his flame still flickers.

The tale of Konoha; the epic which shook the lives of many, is left open-ended. However, what seemed to be the dawn before had only been but a misguided glance at a flame shimmering in the distance. The words etched into the Fates to come; "It is Darkest before The Dawn”. A light streams across the skyline, the familiar ray outreaches its arm across the mountains to reveal their lush colorings. The real Dawn begins shortly. Let us watch the world as its breaks its shackles; where hands may be held again. Where children may laugh and play, where emotions are not shunned but flourish. Where we may meet again.

--The Last Brother of Konoha

Divinity's Vassal.

(Azure)