I've edited this story way too many times…. I hope I can like this one for some extended period of time.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. This is a mass disclaimer for the whole story. I don't feel like writing this again, so pay attention to this one.

Prologue

Once upon a time…

You know what, no. I won't use that washed out, overused fairy tale phrase. Ok? Got me? I'm not that uncreative! Let's try this again, add a little more pizazz! Ok, here we go.

In an eternity far from our own…..

See! Doesn't that sound a lot cooler than "Once upon a time?!" Oh, oops. Ok back to the actual story, sorry if I get a little off track. And no, I won't stop interjecting my little comments now and then you impatient children. I'm telling this tale, as I was there when this transpired.

In an eternity far from our own, a fairly young woman lived peacefully in a small home near the forest. The lady's days were filled with the spinning of wool and loving of her husband, and her life was happy.

The woman, who had been born from a long line of sorcerers, used her gifts only to help the flowers grow, and heal the sick and wounded who arrived from the treacherous forest. Not many dared enter the forest, for many thieves resided in it's safe foliage, just waiting for an unsuspecting farmer to arrive with his wares. Those who took the risk for their families often ended up in the doctor's home, resting in a chair as she healed their various wounds.

After losing a little girl to a strange fever, she granted the gift of long life to all those who lived in the tiny village, hoping it would deliver them from tragedy and heartbreak. All who lived there praised her name, and held festivals and parties in her honor for many days. All who had heard of her great deeds through the few merchants who made it in and out of the woods were astonished, and many of them were greedy. So many men waltzed into that village, trying to win her over to gain eternal life.

She turned each away, giving her husband the only attention she had for men. Not even a day after her heir, a tiny girl, was born into the world, she turned away her last suitor. This man was powerful and cruel, running her into the forest with his soldiers. She saw him take off the head of her husband and she mourned as she ran as fast as her magic would allow.

She ducked out of her baby sling, knowing they would not be far behind, and muttered protective enchantments and a few spells of her own making.

"My dear child, you whom just barely have a name, will be blessed to return to life every time you die, reborn as a new child with a new chance. You will be returned here, to our home, each time you are reborn. This forest will protect you in ways your magic will decide. And once a few centuries have passed, and you have remained well and good, you will be awarded what the man who tried to kill us so coveted."

She turned as the shouts grew louder, and turned to kiss the child on the forehead one last lime. She muttered one final word and a shock passed from her fingertip to the side of the babies neck.

The witch ran, crying, to lead them away from her child. All that remained to show her presence was a tiny pink flower imprinted on the side of the babies pale throat.

'Goodbye my baby,' she thought as the sword entered her body. 'Goodbye, my little Sakura.'

Yes this story is in second person, some of the time. We are sitting there listening to someone tell the story to us, watching the narrator. It's like the move version of the Princess Bride

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