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Storyline
Topic Started: Jun 6 2009, 06:23 PM (25 Views)
Skyes
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"Let me tell you a story. A story of light and the darkness that engulfed it.

Long ago, far before I was born, there was a boy by the name of Uzumaki Naruto. This boy grew to a man, a strong man whose power engulfed the world. But his was a strange power. It was a power that united and brought peace instead of destroyed. In the time of Naruto, peace ruled. The nations of the worlds worked together and there was prosperity. This is the light of which I spoke.

And of the darkness? Humans are fickle creatures. When the light shone bright, they had hope and the worked together. Once that light faded and eventually disappeared with the death of the man, it was not long before darkness engulfed everything. Those who cannot create their own light but rely on the light of others are vulnerable to such things. It all starts with a single argument left unresolved; spiraling downwards as fights break out, wars start and the world is taken over again.

Why is this? Because light does not destroy darkness. It only drives it back, pushing it to the borders of the world. However wherever there is light, there is a shadow growing even stronger in the darkness, unable to be seen. The successors of Naruto, whose names have been lost to time, were not strong enough. The severance of the peace started as soon as his death. The successors were the first to fall. Unnamed power erupted after decades of biding its time. Who they were is unimportant. What is important is what they did.

They were everywhere. They had worked underground for so long and had infiltrated so many places that it was impossible to stop their approach. The nations were unable to resist it. Some were engulfed, taken over completely. Some were destroyed in their attempts to stop them. Without its source of light, the nations were unable to draw together against this threat. The peace had let them in to a false lull and they were weak. Without the successors of the great man, they were even more lost.

And so the darkness took over and ruled. But as with all things like that, their unity was only temporary. Rifts started to form. The many who had worked together were now trying to work against one another for power. Those who had betrayed their comrades before, giving up their nations, were going to repeat their actions. The spiral continued, bringing the world in to chaos. Wars became the normal state. Death was an accepted norm. Most importantly, where power was gained, it was soon lost.

That was, until it finally happened. A final war was started that ripped the world apart, destroying every city, every town, killing all that were involved. The war ended with the use of a jutsu that left an entire country and all of the people within it gone and destroyed, but in doing so, the user disappeared completely. Both sides lost completely, not a single survivor after that fateful final battle and that one jutsu. The only ones left were those not involved, those who had been pulled and thrown by the tides of the wars, battles and unrest that had lasted for centuries.

And now, there was peace once more. A horrible, marred peace, but a peace none the less. They were left in a shambled world with no greater thought than that of survival. Resources were scant and the small camps made by people came and went with the seasons as people struggled to find areas that were not destroyed or riddled with traps, clean water and fresh food.

But even then, there was unrest. People fought for what scant resources there were, however they were not full battles. There were too few people to kill, everyone realized that. To take a life was to effectively hurt oneself. There were few relics left, of tools or of weapons, beyond those needed for hunting. To potentially destroy them was considered a waste. However the art of the ninja was preserved, remarkably enough. There were only a few who carry it on and the ancient arts have been all but lost, however their use was undeniable. To have one capable of the ninja arts in your camp was to put yourself a step ahead on the path to survival. Every advantage counted.

That period of which I talk you must be familiar with. It is the period we are in now. This is our world. Few alive now even remember that great war that destroyed our lands. Even fewer know of the history. I can assure you that the details have been long forgotten. My tale to you has only survived through hundreds of retellings to me by my father. I do not know if even he was alive during that time. It does not matter. The past is just that, a story to entertain us over a campfire. Our worries are so much more.

Perhaps someday we shall return the land to what it once was. Perhaps your's is the generation for which our world will be restored. But that is not something to dwell on, survival is what counts. So let us end this story, for tomorrow our journey begins again."
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