Rewritten in Konoha

Rewritten in Konoha

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Aya was never supposed to be part of the story. She was supposed to read it. Aya's last memory is a speeding car, her husband's hand in hers, and her twin sons asleep in the back seat. Her next is waking beneath a blue sky in a world that should not exist. Now stranded in Konoha with memories of another life and knowledge of a future no one else can see, Aya finds herself surrounded by people she once considered fictional. For the first time, she is faced with an impossible choice: Accept fate as it was written, or risk altering everything. For with every attempt to defy fate, Aya risks creating a tomorrow that rewrites Konoha. ***DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto and its respective copyright holders.*** **I only own my original character(s).**
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