Please, I ask you, disregard any and all NAMES in this story. I don't remember how good it is, because I haven't looked at it in a while, but I do know one thing, I cannot make up names. I'm just not that good at it...so, on that note, I bring you another of my writing pieces. (by the way, I may not add anything, but by next year I plan to have the full, edited, final copy, up and posted on here in place of this one.)

Prologue A…

Long ago in feudal Japan…My village was attacked. I stood against the intruder who called himself the greatest ninja in Japan. He proved to be a most formidable opponent. The smell of blood hung strongly in the air. My comrades dropping dead all around me. Cold, damp blood on my trembling face. Innocent lives being lost. The screams of those I once fought so hard to protect. It all happened so fast. I should’ve been dead. I failed, fell before my people. I rose to my feet. I had to protect them. It was my life or his. All or nothing. The will to protect burned within me. I readied my blade and thrust it with the force of the burning fire within. I had to save them. I had to protect them. Because I wasn’t afraid. I have since protected those precious to me time and time again. I was a hero…I was unbeatable…I was…Indestructible.