Sylvanora
"Mama, I hate my hair so much !" a little girl with pink hair exclaimed for the 11th time in a single day.
"Darling, we've went over this a lot of times, do I need to repeat myself?" Her mom, Mebuki, said her voice full of affection, she truly had a lot of patience for a child like Sakura.
Little Sakura nodded her head eagerly " Please do" she said, looking at her with her big green eys. Her mom always made her feel better when she said this. It made her feel giddy and full of love for her mama.
" You're carrying your ancestors nose, eyes, lips, and hair baby, how do you think grandma Kora and grandpa Mitsuya would feel if you blatantly said that you hated one of your most beautiful features infront of their faces?"
"...Not good..?" Sakura hesitantly said. Her mom had never gone out of scenario, she always said the same stuff to her, that she was her little pink haired gremlin, and that she should stop putting herself down. She didnt know where this was going, but she still listened keenly.
"Correct baby, they would feel bad because they have been carrying those features with them all their life, features that were gifted to them by their own parents, they were taught to love them and 𝘯𝘰𝘵 put them down. Thats what I'm trying to do Sakura, I will make sure you never bad mouth yourself again, You are one in a hundred, it's okay if you don't fit in, you don't always have to. Make your own place away from others."
By the end of her mother's speech, Sakura looked like she was about to bust from the amount of feelings that were clouding her little head, it was all overwhelming, but one emotion did win though, it was one that she felt when Ino came up to her asking or rather demanding to be friends with her, it was the emotion she felt when her father had wiped away her tears and made for her her favourite dessert. It was the same emotion she felt when Itachi had happily shared his dango with her.
As little as she was, just 4 years old, she couldnt name the feeling, but always recognised it the moment it resurfaced.
Little Sakura couldnt hold it all in anymore and burst into tears, loud wailing filled the spacious room. She proceeded to launch herself at her mom with an impressive jump.
Mebuki tucks her beloved daughter's head in the crook of her head and combed through her pink locs with her pale and long dainty hands.
"Shhh baby, I'm 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 here for you whenever you need me, Your mama will take care of you." She whispered in her daughter's slightly pointed ears.
Sakura pulled her head away from her mama's comfortable neck, and looked into her eyes, eyes that were a duller shade of green than hers with specs of hazel, eyes that carried so much love for her,
"Im such a crybaby" she whined mainly to herself.
"Youre four darling"
"Four and a half !!"
"Still a little baby "
" I'm 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 five, mama, im a big girl now and ill be soon be able to start lessons with Tsunade-san -"
Mebuki gently hushed Sakura and wiped away the leftover tears that were starting to dry on her really red cheeks. "Don't rush Sakura, enjoy your childhood while it's still here. I didn't get the opportunity to because of the older traditions. I will 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘦 that you enjoy it as much as you can, if it's one think I'll do before-"
" No!" Sakura yelled, she hated when her mom said that, she couldnt imagine a life without her, just the thought of it had her eyes brewing with fresh tears again.
Mebuki smiled softly and hugged her daughter tighter than before.
Great, not they were both crying.
" I love you 𝘴𝘰 much Sakura, my little empath."
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In a land far beyond the reach of mortal eyes, there existed a realm known as Sylvanora, a place where fairies and mystical creatures lived in harmony.
Sylvanora was a land of enchantment, where vibrant villages nestled amidst lush forests, sparkling rivers, and rolling meadows.
At the heart of Sylvanora lay the village of Konohagakure. The fairies of Konoha had wings that shimmered like day lit mist, and they were known for their mastery of the natures magic. Their homes, built within ancient trees, glowed softly when it was dark.
The fairies of Konoha were widely known for their healing abilities, so much that travelers from all corners of Sylvanora sought their aid in times of need.
There reigns a regal and powerful figure known as Tsunade Senju, Konohagakure's queen. Adorned in emerald resplendent robes that seem to flow like ethereal streams of stardust, she radiates an aura of wisdom, grace and authority.
In the eastern part of the realm, nestled within a hidden vale, was the village of Sunagakure. The sand elves resided here, living in harmony with the dormant volcano that lay at the center of the village. They were skilled blacksmiths, capable of forging weapons and artifacts imbued with the power of fire.
Unlike the other rulers of the Fey, Sasoris reign is marked by tyranny, deceit, and a thirst for power.
His once angelic wings are now tattered and corroded reflecting the decay and corruption that has slipoed into his soul. Sasori stands as as a chilling reminder that not all fairy are kind.
Despite all, even the the 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 wicked souls have weaknesses.
Venturing northward throught the snowy peaks of Sylvanora , one would discover the village of Kirigakure. This charming village was the domain of beings with such pale skin that it glimmered like frost-kissed diamonds. Their homes were carved into the mountains and they had an uncanny ability to control the wind and snow.
There reigns a cunning and devastatingly beutiful figure known as Mei Terumi. With her twinkling eyes and mischievous smile, she exudes an air of cleverness that keeps both friends and foe on their toes.
Last but not least, bathed in a soft glow, was the village of Amegakure. Their bodies were adorned with luminescent markings that reflected the phases of the moon. They were skilled in celestial magic, drawing power from the night sky to create stunning displays of light and illusion.
A leader names Nagato, a figure known for his narcissistic tendencies. With an air of superiority Nagato proclaimed himself as the monarch of Ame and commanded the respect of his subjects. However beneath his begrudgingly rude exterior lay a ruler who cared more for the well being-being of his fairy village than his own vanity.
And so, the realm of Sylvanora and its fairy villages continues to enchant all who hear it.
In this realm of harmony and unity, the magic of cooperation and understanding blooms the path for generations to come...
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"Sakura, honey your are next in line for the crown."
" I'm 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛 ?! "
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