Black Wings

So this is my first Naruto Fanfiction... ive been having a dream like this for a while so ive decided to turn it into a fanfiction... hope you guys like it

- 11 years ago -

Naruto sighed as he ran a hand through his golden hair, he leaned on the rock behind him and held his tatty drawing pad in one hand and a pencil in the other, he knew he shouldnt be there, he knew it but the place was so peaceful and helped him relax from the life in the town.

His town Konoha was a small village in the middle of nowhere, not than anyone really minded, they had pretty much everything that they wanted in the village. Next to the village was a woodland area, which was fenced off, it was the size of the village if not bigger than the village, this was one way out of the village and to get into contact with the outside world but there was one problem about this area.

This woodland area, also known as 'the dead woods' was very dangerous to go through, let alone to sit down like Naruto was. It was believed thousands of years ago their was a huge war with the people in Konoha and these deadly creatures called, raveners or as the people in Konoha know them as 'the devil's demons' they are meant to have distorted faces, large claws, jagged and sharp teeth and big black crow wings. After this war with these creatures, which lasted 5 years, they came up with a treaty, that the creatures did not attack the village but if anyone or anything entered the woodland area after 5pm, they could hunt that, it would turn into their feeding ground.

Naruto sighed again, he had never seen one of these creatures but he doubted they were as people described them, he thought about these creatures alot he had only seen one once and it was only the shadow of one, he drew it quickly on the drawing pad 'i wish i didn't have to live like this' he thought to himself, softly chewing on the tip of his pencil.

Suddenly the alarm rang, signalling that everyone had 5 minutes before the creatures came to hunt, Naruto gasped, jumped up and quickly ran to the gate, knowing his mum would kill him for being out so late, he ran out of the gate with his bag and ran home. forgetting to pick up his drawing pad which fell off his lap when he jumped up.

A couple of minutes later a creature lands in the spot, he looks down and sees the tatty drawing book on the floor, "hmph" he murmers to himself as he picks it up and carefully strokes the picture on the pad, another two creatures drop beside him, one of them look at the picture

"hey that picture looks like you... wow how did that happen?"

The first creature looks up and smiles softly "hmm... it is me"

he stroked the picture again, before ripping the picture off the drawing pad and then puts it in his jean pocket before dropping the drawing book and flying up.