Salvation of The Dark Clans
Prologue
Once upon a time, no matter how cliché it sounds, there lived the seven great clans of old. In a time of peace and harmony the clans lived untied as one under a shimmering castle in the middle of a thick wood. One hundred years prior the clans were at war with one another, fooled by a power-hungry Shogun who wanted the clans to be separate, he wanted the clans to destroy each other. That way none of them would realize that together they hold more power over him then he does over them. If the clans were to untie, he would lose the battle.
Seeing the fear in the shogun's eyes they realized this, they wanted to escape from the undermining brutality, under the cover of night each clan went their separate ways, it would take the Shogun hours to realize the betrayal. The greatest worriers from all clans were named kings of their houses and came together for a meeting. No swords, no bodyguards, just the kings and their words. From the seven houses the most legendary swordsmen came to power, Uchiha of the Fan and Haruno of the Ring. Together they created a pact sealed in their own blood.
Shaking their blood-joint hands over a blazing fire they united the clans as one.
Each clan was different; they brought something different to the army that was created. King Haruno was a master strategist; King Uchiha was a bold assassin, famed for their swordsmanship but legendary for their minds and tactics. Together they lead an army of one hundred thousand ninja and samurai alike towards the shogun's palace and gained their freedom and eternal peace.
The wife of King Uchiha looked to her husband in pride and then to King Haruno, "what shall we do with it?" she motioned to the Shogun's palace.
Both kings looked to one another and nodded, "burn it," Uchiha said, "from the ashes of this castle we shall erect our own home, for all of us to live as one."
King Haruno extended his hand towards Uchiha, "ruled by all of us, every king shall have his say in politics, never again shall we be pitted against one another. We rule jointly or not at all."
King Uchiha smirked and took the offered hand, "I once believed you to be my greats rival on the battlefield, now you are my brother."
A revolutionary white marble palace was built in the place of the shoguns, tall towers, amazing balconies, and beautiful gardens stretched as tall and as far as they eye could see. Enough room for every member of the clans to live in. Kings Uchiha and Haruno were elected to be the High Kings, rulers of the seven kings alone. Because of their different specialties it was better to have two kings then one. A new time of peace and equality was celebrated with a gift from the gods of old, a dazzling show of their power light the night as stars fell from the heavens. But that night one star got lost and fell to the earth. A shinning clear stone, hot to the touch, fell into the courtyards of the Kings. After days of simmering, it was still hot.
"It is a gift from the gods." King Uchiha said. "Days have passed and no one can pick it up. It must be a sign that we should use it."
"But, how?" Queen Uchiha said.
"It came to us from the heavens; we should erect a monument to the gods from where it fell."
"No," King Haruno said, "It is a moonstone; my ancestors used the clear stones to heat their tea. We should use it to heat our teapots; all of us should drink from it. Every man, woman, and child; the stone will bring the blessings from the gods into our bodies."
The idea of divine gifts being installed in one's body was too good to pass up. All the kings liked Haruno's idea the best, on a vote they all chose to heat the tea. One a night when the moon waxed they drank to their gods. By sunrise, everyone fell to the floor…dead. Silence summed the castle. No one move, no breaths were heard. Nights later when the moon waned they moved. They had changed.
They hungered as they came alive once again. But they hungered for something unnatural. They wanted blood. The searched and searched for their desires, hundreds of humans were massacred in the weeks to follow the rising of the dead. No more were the seven great clans of old human; they were something to be feared. The prowled the night when others slept and killed without thought for the one thing they wanted; blood.
Uchiha's revel in their new found strength, speed, sense of smell and the heightened sense of hindsight. The best gift of all from the gods was the wings; majestic, smooth, and powerful. Never before had anyone been gifted with flight, to be able to soar with the birds near the heavens and join the gods.
But the Haruno's felt damned. Their virtues of duty and selflessness clashed with the 'gift'. To them it was a curse; the god had punished them for taking in their essences, when they should have not. The houses reach had extended their grasp. They fell upon their swords, in penance for their deeds. But they could not die. Struck with the fear of immortality, to suffer as no others had suffered before, unable to live, to grow and change, and unable to die. To go against creation and walk in the shadows of the night, hunger raging in their bodies for blood, the cortex for all life, and the longing for forgiveness.
The King of the Haruno Clan pondered the stone; the curse sent down from the gods and foolishly accepted by Their followers. It was the key to their demise and salvation. Knowing what he had to do, and ensured that his clan would follow him, King hatched a plan to return them all back to human. Upon hearing of his deeds Uchiha attacked, breaking the bond of brothers and plunging the Haruno's dreams and chances of salvation into darkness.
Order was destroyed, all the clans split between the two High Kings, creating their alliances. The glories castle that had once stood for their bond and valor was left to wither the centuries away. The truth forgotten and a blood soaked rivalry grew. Generation after generation of Haruno and Uchiha held the feud.
Thousands of years passed until someone dared to challenge it, creating a bond that neither side could break. They proved the Uchiha and Haruno could become one once more, and change their damned fate and bring about salvation of the Dark Clans.