Uzumaki Universe1 : Beasts of Pandora

Prologue

Monologue: wars, such petty squabbles, what causes them? Conflicting interests? Terrine? Greed? Show of power?…who knows anymore. All I use to, no all I know is no distinction between good and evil in war. Should one power have destroyed human lives, if it's for the "common good"? Or maybe to instil peace by fear. No, but the world thought it was , and that's what led to the world today.

A shadow ran through the dense foliage of enormous trees, swinging from branches pulling off almost impossible acrobatic feats. Storm clouds brewing over head. Lightning flashed, illuminating an unnatural blue orb.

Monologue: Akatsuki, hn, what a joke, peace through war and destruction. They got their peace alright, the price? Man kind. They truly believed they were saving the planet. The nine Bijuu, the Juubi, all were just pawns under the everlasting gaze of a being much…higher…That weird statue that sucked the bijuu from their hosts, the Gedo, didn't just suck out the Bijuu from their hosts, it took us too. Madara overestimated his abilities at controlling the Bijuu. His "Moon-eye" plan unlocked something much…greater.

The shadow ran past a pack of Nantang, which seemed to shrink back in fear as the figure haunted by. The rain was coming down hard now, the lightning arced once more, coming close to striking the shadow, but only succeeded in illuminating a fanged chuckle. Looking up to the storm, he shouted something unintelligible, drowned out by the angry roar of thunder, before he was off again, a bolt of lightning hitting where he once was, leaving the storm to rumble angrily at having missed it's target.

Monologue: Trying to become a god, Madara invoked the wrath of one on himself, and the rest of the world. Not one of the ones of our culture, who saw fit to ignore our dire situation. Her name was Eywa, and she unleashed the combined power of the Bijuu…us from the Gedo Mezo, onto the elemental countries and in one night, whiped the human race clean off the face of the planet, redesigning the landscape as it went. Konoha's lush forests, grew to enormous proportions, spreading over the majority of the planet, Suna, once a desert, grew into lush fields of grass, the lands rose from the sea and oceans, Kiri was now large cliffs as far as the eye could see. Iwa as a result, flattened out, and Kumo, it's mountains rose from the grounds, floating as a result of the natural chakra and Youki that surrounded the area Eywa chose to stay. In the blink of the worlds eye, an entire race met it's end.

The shadow had stopped running, sitting on the edge of an secluded tree, enjoying the sounds of the wildlife and taking in the cool fresh air, looking at the only thing about his planet that didn't change. The moon, once said to be the original Juubi. A long ear twitched, and in a lazy motion he'd caught a large arrow that came out of the brush without looking, snapping it easily. Stepping up, he turned around to see blue bipedal creatures, tails swaying gently. He waved lazily before he let himself fall back. The creatures leapt forward, firing their arrows, only to miss as the shadow dissolved into the darkness of the canopy.

Monologue: We woke up, many years later, to find our world, our home, our family and friends, all gone. Eywa had done her role as a god very well, changing the air for a start, though our healing factors made up for that. With the remaining Youki left over from "Purging" our race, she had created a new race. Tall blue skinned feral creatures we soon learned called themselves the Na'vi, oh she kept a form of the language, twisted it around Real good. She created a link with all the creatures she had made, made them easier for her to make sure no one fucked up too bad. We kept in each others company for a while, but comradely could only last so long, few of us kept their sanity, opting to follow the easiest choice, turning to mindless beasts for a few centuries or so. The lucky ones of us, kept in touch, as often as we could, and picked our territories. I must have drawn the short straw, having the 'privilege' of staying close to Eywa herself.

The shadow looked back, the rising sun illuminating his features. He was 6'5, a long spiky main of golden hair running down his back, tied into a tail, two long pointed ears. Nothing covering his chest. The skin of some beasts hide wrapped around his arms. A lion cloth was all that covered his lower half, nine wisps of air, swayed around it gently behind him, and wooden Geta on his clawed feet.

-done-

Well, this is the first of a series, tell me if you love it, you hate it, if I should chuck it out the window, set fire to it and never bring it up again. I'll leave it up to you. A minimum of 15 reviews is what I need to keep this story going, and for readers like Sage Of Fiction, Waffle192, BigBalls and Drake0x who see fit to just put it on their favourites list or alert, remember this, I'm watching you *glares* anyway lads, slan!