I layed in the grass listening to the whispers that flutter by in the wind. My long Ivory hair was scattered out all around me. I very much so enjoyed the color of my hair. The way it fell perfectly framing my face only enhanced my natural beauty, I had inherited from my mother. She was the one who gave me my lovely hair color, but my eyes and pale skin came from my father. He was a tall brutish like man. He had strong onyx eyes, and long black hair with a slight tint of blue. I don't have too many memories of my father, as he died when i was six. After my father's death my mother took me far away from the village we lived at. Much to my dismay might I add. I had live in the perfect village. All of the people were kind-hearted, there was beautiful green trees everywhere, and the weather was never too hot or too cold it was just right. BUT... then we moved to a place call Sunagakure. We lived a relatively quiet life for the next three years, that is untell the night i came home and found my mother dead on my living room floor. After that i immediately packed my bags and fled the village. My mother had taught me what to do in the event that she was murdered. Apparently when mother was a ninja she had acquired many enemies, and of course there was always the fact that she was very paranoid. So she forced me to learn many... odd things. I learned how to fish, hunt, cook, pickpocket, budget, and some basic Jutsu. So now here i am three years later so here i am laying in a grass fields just outside the Village i was born in, Konohagakure. It looks like my journey has finally come to an end... or is it just the beginning?